Faced with a double attack, Lu Zihan fell into a disadvantage. Although it is said that if you seriously deal with waste, there is not much of a threat, but the zombies as the main force are too brave, and wastefulness sweeps from the side, and harassing him will always make him busy.

It's not for nothing, Lu Zihan's long claws grabbed the hole that was broken by the gangqi, and with great force, the flesh on the zombie's chest was cocked and fell to the ground like a steel plate.

The coherent movements suddenly stopped, obviously making trouble from the side, and Mao Zhuang grabbed his hand and threw it out.

Even if he fell heavily on the ground, he still didn't react, and his body stiffened. Mao Zhuang didn t care if you had a problem or not, the flesh on his chest fell off, and Lu Zihan rushed over as soon as he fell to the ground.

The Twenty-Eight Nakshatra Banner was finally completed, and I felt full of power, filling my limbs and hundreds of bones, and my body was like a sharp sword, which could not be broken.

It's a very strange feeling, the body is so tired that it can't stand, but there is a strong force that needs to be released, which is very contradictory. It is like a piece of meat that has been dried and lost its moisture, but even if it is now soaked and nourished by water, it is still dry and wrinkled.

Flying up the neck of the target zombie, it has raised its foot to kick Lu Zihan's head like a football.

My attack arrived first, Mao Zhuang was kicked to the ground, and Lu Zihan finally got up.

"You're here to deal with waste." I told him that the Gang Eye could not be used yet, and it was a little inconvenient for the enemy.

Lu Zihan didn't reply and rushed in the opposite direction of my senses, was I mistaken? A scream shows that I was wrong.

Pick up the path lying on the side and wave it a few times, a little weak. What you borrow with the Lingqi is not strength, but something similar to Gangqi.

I want to borrow the power of the white tiger gold, and the path is flipped and a magical power is attached to it.

The zombie rushed over, the long sword raised, and the flesh on its chest had been shaved by Lu Zihan, leaving only Sensen's bones. A rib flew out under the path blow, and I took a step back. Finally, there was a little bit of strength to fight back, but it wasn't enough.

With his left hand on the ground, he turned sideways and kicked the zombie aside, took out a pill bottle from the package made of his shirt, opened the seal on it, and rolled the red pill into his hand.

Although there are some sequelae, they are within the acceptable range. After eating it, I will lose my six senses for three days, no sight, hearing, no touch, no smell, no taste and no feeling, which is subconscious. To put it bluntly, it is to be a vegetative person for three days.

The pill rolled into my throat, and there was a spicy smell that choked and I coughed and snorted out. You can clearly feel a hot current from the throat and eyes quickly into the stomach to the lower abdomen, followed by the numbness of the whole body, the fullness of the long-lost force.

Snorted, dodging the zombie's attack, the hilt of the sword knocked off one of its ribs, and then borrowed the power of the Southern Vermilion Bird Fire.

It was the first time I felt like I was feeling bulging with strength, and I couldn't wait to vent. You can handle as much pressure as you can. These borrowed forces are a kind of pressure, and if there are too many people, they will break like overwhelmed pillars.

What is even more dangerous about this is that among the five elements, fire and gold, I have to be extremely careful to control these two forces, if one is not careful, my body will become a battlefield of fire and gold. It's not enough to be careful, it must be perfect, otherwise it is not as good as the power that a single gold can embody.

So my anger became the key.

Zombies are afraid of fire, so many people will throw zombies into the fire at noon and burn them at all, partly because the yang energy at noon is the heaviest, and partly because of the effect of fire. However, at this stage of Mao Zhuang, Fan Huo was already a little weak, and borrowed the power of Vermilion Bird Fire, although he couldn't make any divine fire, but it was definitely much stronger than Fan Huo.

I felt the trail tremble with belligerent excitement, even more hungry than I was.

Then come on!

Taking the initiative to attack, Mao Zhuang seemed to sense the danger and actually began to dodge. The trail brushed against its sporadic fur, and the black fur immediately curled up and smoked.

It smells terrible, and I don't have time to care about that.

Its hand made a sound of breaking wind, and it was in the standard slap posture, its body moving in the direction of its strength, and its face was always at a brief distance from the zombie's palm. Tucking the trail into its hand, and using the strength of his wrist again, the sword left its grasp, swirling around its palm, and turned behind it.

The path circled up to Mao Zhuang's shoulders, and the meat residue flew everywhere, leaving several circles of sword marks on the bones. Grabbing the hilt of the sword steadily, it moved to the armpit, the blade aimed at the joint, and finally unloaded one arm.

The severed arm jumped to the ground twice, and the foot was actually caught, and the elbow of the zombie's other arm was just about to hit my neck, and the body spun around.

With his back facing up, his body bent up, the hilt of the sword resting on his chest, and the tip of the sword finely adjusting his aiming position, when the attacking arm flew over his head, he immediately straightened up and stabbed into the zombie's throat accurately.

It opened its mouth wide, but no sound came out, and there was a lot of black smoke coming out of the wound, even though it was dark here, it was still very fresh.

I breathed a sigh of relief, never expecting it to bend its knees and hit my lower abdomen. Leaning over in pain, the tip of the sword was in the throat of the zombie, the hilt of the sword was in my hand, it was bent down, and I saw that the hollow in the throat was getting bigger and bigger, the whole body was stiff, the mouth was open to the extreme, the smoke was billowing out, and something slipped from its mouth.

Looking down, it was a blood-red jade in the shape of a half ring, isn't this what Uncle Wang said.

If what Uncle Wang is hiding has not been found, then it can be combined with this half to form a ring. It's for this thing, this half of the jade can't be taken out in the zombie's mouth, so it lures us here, breaks the coffin, and when the two sides are evenly matched, it only watches the battle on one side, and when the zombie is in trouble, it makes trouble, that is, we both lose, and it can be calmly obtained.

Lu Zihan let out a roar, I quickly picked up the jade, and was kicked all over the face by Mao Stiff, and I was forced to lie on the ground with my back facing the red soil.

Then this piece of jade must not be wasted, but my clothes are in tatters, there is no place to put it, I hold a sword in one hand, and as long as I pinch my hand, my shoes are torn, what should I do?

The foot was carried by the zombie and flew out, and when he flew over the twenty-eight star constellation flag, he threw half of the jade ring into it, there is a strong self-defense ability, and if he wants to get it, he must first break the order flag, and Lu Zihan will definitely stop it at that time.

The blood jade rolled on the ground in a half circle and fell, sliding some distance against the ground, and landed next to the Lingqi on the periphery.

I fell into the shallows of the water, and I was furious, and I was finally dried up!

Got up, cut off the severed limb that was still clutching his ankle, and began to run, splashing in all directions. About seven meters away from the zombies, the tip of the sword stuck to the ground, and it jumped high and somersaulted with the hilt of the sword. The trail was firmly planted in the ground, and when the somersault reached the head and feet, the arms pushed themselves a little higher, and the zombie was about five meters away from me.

Pull out the path with your body parallel to the ground. With both feet on the ground, upper limbs bent forward, and the path slashed at the top of Mao Zhuang's head with strong inertia, I also exploded all my strength to the limit.