Behind him, Bai Shui took out a shiny staff from the ticket and aimed at the disgusting humanoid creature.

The human skin on its surface was unwound by the dagger following the bullet marks of the wrench, like undressing.

Inside, there is a layer of mystery-rotten-blurred to the extreme.

"Click!"

Zhao Qian raised his sword and slashed, but was blocked by this guy's arm.

The blade slashed at the visible bone, and the thing slammed into the backhand. He didn't hesitate to give it a kick, not caring at all if it would stain his shoes.

As if he had a heart in his heart, the knife in his hand pounced like a lone wolf seeing an opportunity after the monster's firepower was attracted by Zhao Qian.

The knife slanted downwards, towards the gap between the guy's bones.

The face is expressionless, and the timing is just right.

A veteran of murder.

"Dang!"

The knife has not gone down, his heart is alarmed, and he turns from attack to defense, and he subconsciously blocks with a backhand. A knife stopped at the weapon in the dagger's hand.

A broken knife.

The rotting corpse pulled out of a bone junction in its own body at a strange angle with the hand it had just been parrying the sword.

The knife is bright and sharp. But as you can see from one of the extensions of the blade, it was cut by something, because the notch was flat.

Zhao Qian glanced at the broken blade in the hand of the carrion corpse, the pace under his feet did not stop, the sword in his hand pulled down, and the tip of the sword drew a string of sparks on the bluestone floor in the granary because of his footsteps.

An oblique straight line. Identification is also aimed at it at this time.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

The wrench held the unnamed semi-automatic rifle and kept shooting at the knife-wielding right arm of the thing. It shot through the layer of minced flesh that was attached to the surface of the bone, but it couldn't help the snow-white bones of the Taoist priest.

He held a gun, did not speak, and his heart was fierce. The weapon in his hand is obviously a modified gun, which can even make holes in stones, but it can only make a few white marks on the bones.

Half of the bullets in the magazine were neatly lowered by him and replaced with another.

The bullets in there were specially made, and he wasn't going to use them here.

Transparent wind blades kept coming out of Bai Shui's staff on the side, skillfully hitting the monster through the gap in the battlefield, but the damage caused was not very large.

On the other side, the dagger was still injured after all. Dodging another stab, he rolled on the ground with an ugly donkey, and there were three deep scratches on his neck, and he could even see the large veins surging inside.

This is already the best result, otherwise he would have lost an arm. Choose one of the two, choose the lighter.

Apparently, he won the bet. survived. A battle of this intensity is death if there is only a slight carelessness.

But his face was still ugly, because of the hint of the ticket in his ear.

Ling Fengzi (Status: Heavy Corpse Poison)

Race: Half-zombie

Occupation: Dao soldier, army commander

Lifespan: 300 years (theoretically, if he is completely corpsed)

Height: six feet (about 1.8 meters, Tang Dynasty scale)

WEIGHT: 76KG

Strength: 12 points

Dexterity: 10 points

Stamina: 8-3 (50 health)

Perception: 5 points

Charm: 0 points

Intelligence: 8-2 points

Spirit: 9-5 points

Health remaining: 650

Basic melee lv5, basic melee advanced: light cold weapons use lv3

Necromantic Creature Traits: Immune to Fear, Disease, Transfiguration, Pain, Bleeding.

Necro Creature Traits: Holy damage always deals double damage, and fire damage deals 1.5 times the damage.

Zombie Race Trait: Dead but not Stiff: This unit adds an additional 500 to its maximum health. The unit's bones will automatically block attacks with damage less than 35.

Zombie Race Trait: Zombie Poison: This unit inflicts bodily fluid wounds with body parts that infect the injured unit with -1 HP per second. If the target dies after being infected with the Zombie Poison or does not receive effective healing within three days, they will become a zombie (Note: The rarity rating of the Zombie bloodline is compared to the maternal strength rating).

Zombie Race Trait: Tenacious Lv1, an additional 100 HP maximum.

Class Characteristics: Death Battle: Combat makes him enthusiastic and empty-eyed. Units with this trait will have an additional 1% increase in physical damage output, an additional 1% reduction in physical damage taken, 1 point decrease in intelligence, and 1 point increase in spirit when fighting.

Note: The unit does not fully turn into a zombie, and some race traits cannot be displayed.

Hint: Travelers' damage after being infected with Zombie Poison will be calculated according to (days + 1)*2, and only by surviving can they obtain Zombie Blood, otherwise they will be treated as death. ”

"Poof!"

Zhao Qian looked at the data of this guy on the ticket solemnly, and the sword in his hand did not stop.

Although he only learned foil skills, it did not affect his ability to touch the class.

"Click!"

Jian Feng took off half of the Taoist priest's ribs that were not wrapped in flesh and body, and opened a hole in it. The pungent, disgusting smell of this thing in his abdomen made him almost throw it up. He is right to kill, but he does not torture corpses.

The flies and mosquitoes that had always loved the smell were gone.

Ling Fengzi turned around and returned the sword.

"Peng!"

Slashed at the sword raised in front of Zhao Qian like a prophet.

Block!

Counterattack!

Another blow stabbed straight out, opening a hole in the stomach of the Taoist priest who didn't have time to defend.

The severed intestines were exposed, and the viscous black liquid inside dripped on the ground.

The two of them still didn't change their faces, and they fought back and forth, making the other two people outside the battle a little clueless. Its purpose has been more or less achieved.

"You stole the contents of the granary?"

After another spell, Zhao Qian stepped back and asked. He was answered by the guy and his terrible smile, for it had no skin on its face.

"What do you think?"

The Taoist priest said, its mouth stinking, and it lifted its gums that were not covered by the skin. There is more self-deprecation in his eyes.

"Poor and immeasurable, I don't want to starve to death yet."

The dagger next to him joined the warband after eating a blood-filled food. He was agitated and almost got shot by a wrench on several occasions during the fight.

The battle is coming to an end.

PS: Change a place before, one foot in the Tang Dynasty is equal to 30 centimeters, so six feet and one meter eight. That Li Siye's height data needs to be changed.

Also, the introduction of that special skill has also been changed, and the sequelae will only appear if the strength points are less than 15.

Oh, by the way, the big brother of the big love well Guan Fangtian is the first fan, awesome! There are also 17 recommendation votes to thank the new acetaldehyde book friend and the recommendation ticket red envelope of the senior black book friend. (Thank you very much)