The thunder splitting peachwood sword can be described as the most rigid and yang, and it is the nemesis of all evil demons and ghosts in the world.

If Uncle Nine hadn't been to pay off his apprentice's debts, he would not have been able to sell such a treasure to Song Ying.

Song Ying, who was holding a peachwood sword, naturally killed all sides, and the black-haired zombies had no strength to resist, and they were instantly sucked out.

Only that white-haired zombie can resist a little in some climates.

However, looking at the obvious jealousy of the white-haired zombie for the peachwood sword in Song Ying's hand, and the intention of avoiding Song Ying to run, this guy is afraid that he will slip away.

The higher the level, the stronger the spirituality of the zombie, I don't know how many years have passed to reach the level of a white-haired zombie, unlike a musical zombie, just become a zombie and be helpless with him, knowing that there are many things to restrain yourself, so I also cherish my life.

On the contrary, it was the stunned black-haired zombie who fully made Song Ying's practice meat target, and if he stabbed it with a sword, he would definitely be injured!

"Look at me not killing you today!" Uncle Nine brandished the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife, reflexively slashed at the music zombie, and the music zombie who knew that this thing would hurt himself hurriedly dodged.

There is no shield in the world that cannot be pierced, and when it is sharp to a certain extent, it can naturally pierce the shield of the music zombie.

After flashing three times in a row, Uncle Nine finally saw the opportunity and stabbed in front of him.

With a snort, the music zombie's chest was punctured, and the corpse gas leaked out,

However, as it quickly retreated, the wound disappeared instantly, and the leaking corpse qi also lost its exit.

"What a hard skin!" Uncle Nine blushed, picked up his knife, and rushed forward again.

One person and one zombie fought for more than 40 rounds, and the big knife of more than 80 catties finally exhausted Uncle Jiu's body.

He panted with a knife, barely dodging the zombie attack, but he couldn't get choked by the neck.

Although Uncle Nine caused damage to the zombies, they were all minor injuries, but he was choked by the zombies this time, and he would die here without accident.

Suddenly, Uncle Nine found that the battle on Song Ying's side had ended at some point.

Just look at Song Ying sitting on a group of corpses, the wooden sword in his hand has pierced through the head of the white-haired zombie, watching him fight with the music zombie.

"Stink, stinky boy!" Uncle Nine's face changed color when he was pinched, "You still haven't come to help...... I'm going to die! ”

"Huh?" Song Ying hurriedly stood up, "This is coming!" ”

He flew up and crashed into the music zombie and knocked it away, and Uncle Nine was rescued from danger.

"I can't hold this knife, you come" Uncle Nine only remembered at this time, the person next to him seemed to be born with divine power.

This weapon should be used by him, and it looks sad for an ordinary person to carry a big knife of more than 80 pounds to cut zombies.

Song Ying took the Qinglong Yanyue knife casually, although he had the strength of a thousand catties, but the weapon was not really a thousand catties, but this treasure knife was not light or heavy in his hand, just took advantage of it.

Pulling a knife flower at random, he doesn't know how to use any knife skills, and he slashes at the zombies that pounce on him.

The long knife instantly cut a cut on the zombie's chest from the left shoulder to the right waist, and the corpse suddenly leaked a large area!

"People are more angry than people" Uncle Nine learned from Song Ying to sit on the pile of zombie corpses, and suddenly felt a hand touching his buttocks.

"You dead ghost, dead hands are so colored!" After that, he pulled out the wooden sword inserted in the white-haired zombie's head and pierced the zombie hand, which struggled twice and finally did not move.

The satisfied Ninth Uncle raised his eyes to look at Song Ying, only to see that he had brandished the Qinglong Glaive Knife into a big mallet, and used all his strength to move, coupled with the music zombie's fear of the edge of the treasure knife, he was actually beaten with his head scurry.

"I'm afraid I'm going to fight until dawn if I continue like this" Uncle Nine was also worried that Song Ying's strength would run out, after all, people were different, people would feel tired, but zombies would not, but as their emotions became more and more angry, their combat effectiveness would surge.

With a knife that forced back the music zombie, Song Ying jumped to Uncle Nine and said, "I have a way to make him stick out his neck obediently, but I still need your help from Uncle Nine." ”

Then he knelt on Uncle Nine's shoulder and said his idea.

The music zombie on the side saw that the traitor among the two zombies didn't care about himself, and actually got together to talk, and pounced on him with a roar.

saw Uncle Nine pouting suddenly.

The expression of the musical zombie suddenly changed, from a face full of anger to softness and enjoyment.

This is not a shady deal between the music zombie and Uncle Nine, but Song Ying informed Uncle Nine of the weakness of the music zombie and asked Uncle Nine to whistle on the side.

My favorite music sounded, and the music zombie was like fascinated, and unconsciously leaned towards Uncle Nine, and one person and one zombie got closer and closer.

Finally, the music zombie also sticks its face less than a centimeter away from Uncle Nine's mouth.

Uncle Nine glanced at Song Ying, and as soon as the music stopped, the music zombie became angry, and happened to see a person in front of him, and he grabbed his neck and was ready to bite.

In desperation, Uncle Jiu hurriedly whistled again.

"Pay attention to Uncle Nine!"

Song Ying suddenly jumped up more than five meters high, aimed at the neck of the music zombie and slashed down!

Click!!

Uncle Nine's whistle came to an abrupt end!

Feeling the strength on his neck getting weaker and weaker, Uncle Nine opened his eyes and saw a headless corpse fall to the ground.

And Song Ying is holding the long knife, right...... It was holding the hilt of the knife, and the long knife had been broken.

The head of the knife with a cold light was stuck diagonally on the ground, reflecting the expression of the severed head of the musical zombie,

Smiling and satisfied.

A big battle has finally ended, and Song Ying and Uncle Nine are relieved.

"It's a pity for this sword"

It is not easy to have a weapon at hand, but Song Ying has a beheading knife, which can recover from blood sucking after being broken, and the weight is about the same as this treasure knife, which is quite easy to use.

It's just that more often than not, he's more used to his bare hands.

The two gathered the bodies, and a fire burned them all.

"Although the zombies here have been solved, I'm not sure if there are still any zombies in the town" Uncle Nine watched the flames burn the corpse to ashes before he said, "I'm going to Renjia Town, and by the way, take a look at my junior brother Ma Ma Di." ”

"I won't be on the same road with Uncle Jiu," Song Ying said with a peachwood sword, "I'm going back to the Mountain Temple to bury the bodies of my men." ”

"I also wanted to hide the two corpses after they were burned" Uncle Nine nodded, and the two parted ways.

However, the direction of Song Ying's going was not the mountain temple, but the previous Yizhuang.

He and Uncle Nine fought with the zombies here for most of the night, and it was almost dawn, and Song Ying's reason for returning to Yizhuang was very simple, to see if there were any zombies, it would be good to catch a zombie as an assistant.

Zombies are simple when they think about it, and if they are cultivated well, they will definitely play a great role.

I believe that in the supermarket, Momotaro's rice balls will not be sold out like this.

After all, it was back in Yizhuang again, and Song Ying didn't dare to believe that there were still zombies, and when she just walked in, she saw two rows of eight zombies, spinning in place softly.

There was an incense case in front of him, and a crooked-nosed Taoist priest in a Taoist robe was chanting a mantra and controlling the zombies to jump back and forth.

And Song Ying also saw an acquaintance beside the Taoist priest.