Especially the old man who bit off his tongue at the end, he could have not died, but he still fought for his life without hesitation, just to injure the flying zombie, not even a heavy injury.

Is his death worth it? No one will ever know.

And at this moment, the old Dao who just chased over had already fought with Fei Zhuang, and the old Dao also used a ruthless move, using a blood stain on the peach wood sword, which must have been used with his own blood, which can increase the yang energy of the peach wood sword and restrain the Fei Zombie in front of him.

This old Dao's cultivation is good, and he fought with this flying zombie for a while, but he still retreated after defeat, the disparity in strength between them is too great, it is not a level at all, at this time, that old Tao also relied on a bloody and brave spirit, and reluctantly took a few moves from the flying zombie.

However, Wu Feng quickly jumped down from the big hole and joined the battle group, Wu Feng had already held his breath, and there was an inexplicable evil fire in his heart, which had to be vented.

Wu Feng's eyes were red, he couldn't help but roar, he picked up his feminine palm, and he approached the flying stiff, at this moment, he somehow didn't want to use all kinds of magic weapons to deal with it, and he didn't even want to use the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, because then it would die too cheaply, he just wanted to kill it with a pair of fleshy palms.

Because of Wu Feng's joining, the old man suddenly felt more relaxed, which meant that he could no longer intervene.

Wu Feng used the feminine palm, the momentum was strong and heavy, and each palm went out with ten percent of the strength, but the wind of the palm wind on the face of the person could blow the skin through.

The flying stiffness is not easy to think with, although it has been injured again and again, it is indeed constantly sucking human blood, just sucking up the essence blood of two old ways, replenishing more than half of the body, and the movement is still fast, like a cheetah.

But this room is not too big, there are tables, chairs and benches all around, and the flying stiff can't run anywhere, plus there is an old Taoist on the side to answer, and in the end, Wu Feng's feminine palm slapped heavily on the stiff chest, and the flying stiff howled miserably and slammed on the ground.

However, it quickly leaned up again, opened its mouth, and spewed out a scarlet mist at Wu Feng, Wu Feng hurriedly reached out to block it, and the flying stiff took advantage of this opportunity to jump and fly out towards the big hole above his head.

"Squeak"

The old Liu Tou and the yellow-haired monkey who blocked the way on the roof gave full play to their role at this time, and as soon as the yellow-haired monkey saw the flying zombie flying out, he jumped up when he jumped up, hugged the flying zombie thigh and bit it.

At the same time, Lao Liu Tou suddenly took out a small copper mirror from his arms, and looked at the flying zombie that flew in mid-air, this mirror is called the corpse mirror, it is the treasure of Longhu Mountain, it was stolen from Longhu Mountain by the clear demon road, and it was transferred to Wu Feng's hands several times.

Old Liu Tou suddenly remembered about this mirror just now, so he took it out and aimed it at the flying stiffness, and he didn't know if it would work, because the Dao of this flying stiff was too high, and it was a little difficult for this mirror to deal with it.