At the same time that the old Dao sword was inserted into the frozen chest, Wu Feng had already pressed the stiff legs, however, at this time, the flying stiff strength was extremely great, and he was still struggling violently, Wu Feng wanted to let the old Dao dodge and clean up the flying stiff himself, but the old Dao seemed to be crazy, the blood poured into the pupils, and his face was angry, he just grabbed the peach wood sword fiercely and stabbed it towards the stiff chest.

"This Dao Leader, you hurry up and get out of the way, just leave it to me here!" Wu Feng shouted.

But the old Taoist just didn't care, and pulled out the peach wood sword from the frozen chest, ready to stab another sword, but at this time, the flying zombie grabbed the peach wood sword in the old Tao's hand, and a cloud of white smoke rose from the flying claws.

The attribute of the peachwood sword is yang, but the zombie is a feminine evil thing, a yin and a yang two objects collide, it will inevitably react, the pure yang energy of the peachwood sword will burn the zombie's yin body, so there will be white smoke on the body.

While grabbing the peachwood sword, the flying stiff used brute force, pulled the peachwood sword at once, and dragged it to his chest with the old way, and bit the old man's arm when he opened his mouth, and let out a whining roar in his throat, and the old way that hurt was a miserable scream.

Wu Feng was anxious and angry in his heart, and waved a palm at the moment, and slapped it on the door of the flying stiff head, at this moment of life and death, the flying zombie table showed a strong momentum, Wu Feng slapped this palm, not to mention the power of a thousand catties, and slapped the flying zombie out.

However, the flying stiffness bit one of the old Dao's arms and didn't let go, and at the same time as its body flew up, it even dragged the old Dao with it.

The old man couldn't bear the pain, cold sweat flowed, and he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his stiff face.

This mouthful of blood spurted down, and a cloud of white smoke rose on the stiff face, and with a scream, a sharp claw grabbed the old man's arm, and ripped off his entire arm at once, and the blood on the old man's body splattered out more than a foot away, followed by a terrible scream, and fell to the ground.

Soon, the Flying Zombie ejected from the ground, and slammed into the wall without a brain, knocking the wall out of a large hole and running out into the street.

Wu Feng glanced back at the old Dao who was lying in a pool of blood, and the hatred for the flying zombie in his heart was a few more parts, and he ran out of the house after the flying zombie.

As soon as the flying zombie came to the street, it was about to take off again, but Wu Feng gave it a chance to escape again, and then jumped up again, grabbed the flying zombie leg, and threw it to the ground.

Without waiting for the flying stiff to eject again, Wu Feng's body jumped high again, and smashed the stiffest kneecap on his body, and smashed it on the stiff chest.

Soon, Wu Feng changed his body, one hand pressed the stiff arm, one leg pressed its other arm, and slammed his fist towards the stiff head, scolding angrily while smashing: "Stiff!" Lao Tzu let you fly...... Let you kill, let you kill...... Let you kill ......"