Song Sheng's eyes had never narrowed so badly as they did now, and even hurt a little because of the oppression. www.biquge.info He stared at a small black dot and gradually turned into a whole person, and the movements of his hands never stopped, constantly pulling his bow and arrows, and shooting all the zombies that jumped out of the yellow sand into powder.

Wang Shi, who was carrying Ning Yi on his back, jumped into the house, did not speak, and continued to run.

Without saying a word at all, or even exchanging a look, Song Sheng picked up the equipment on the ground and kept up with Wang Shi's pace without hesitation after shooting out three spirit rune arrows tied to a wide range of damage.

The spiritual power has been completely exhausted, even if Wang Shi's one hundred and eight meridians are fully opened, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is unparalleled, it will not be able to support him to run fast in the yellow sand at this time, let alone support him to go to war with the lost army.

But Wang Shi was still squeezing himself, running wildly, and didn't care about anything at all.

Suddenly, a stone axe with a large wheel, held high by a crystal white bone, like a rhinoceros that had been in ambush for a long time, suddenly slashed down, like splitting a mountain.

Caught off guard, there are too many terrifying momentum, it's hard to dodge!

Wang Shi's eyes kept staring ahead, never looking back, nor making any dodging movements, just simply rushing forward, desperate.

The stone axe fell quickly, and soon caught Wang Shi's hair flowing up, touched it gently, and suddenly pressed down, like a small boat being pressed by a mountain. Even if Wang Shi reacted now, he would be split in half by this axe.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows are shot in front of you!

One shot at the blade of the axe, like a slurry of water, swinging the huge stone axe out of its original direction, another arrow shot precisely at the wrist of the white bone, instantly separating the arm, and the last arrow swept away the white bone's head like a huge crossbar, and continued to move forward vigorously.

The bones immediately fell apart, and even if they could still move, there was no threat.

The stone axe eventually fell, but it didn't even cut off the hair it touched, and it fell heavily into the yellow sand. At this time, Wang Shi had already rushed far away, and Song Sheng, who was closely behind, put a foot on the handle of the stone axe, and floated out lightly, chasing Wang Shi's footsteps.

Such a thrilling scene kept happening, Wang Shi just ran with his head bored and didn't care at all, and Song Sheng, who followed closely, also tirelessly shot arrows and swept away all the zombies.

Crazy zombies are constantly coming, but Wang Shi, who is carrying Ning Yi on his back, is always in danger.

A long distance, but it took a very short time to cross, Wang Shi broke into a room, immediately took out the formation disk, opened the formation, and a faint light curtain suddenly rose around him.

Song Sheng rushed in, and the light curtain was completely closed, forming a huge ball of light, protecting the people inside.

The frenzied zombies rushed up, but they were all blocked by the light curtain. The zombie who lost consciousness, sensing that there was life hidden inside, immediately waved the spiritual weapon in his hand frantically, and frantically attacked the light curtain.

The bubble-like light curtain was not as fragile as it looked, and it didn't collapse in any way under the frenzied attacks, but kept shrinking. Obviously, no matter how strong the defense is, it is impossible to block so many attacks.

And as the light curtain shrank, the zombies gathered above became denser and denser, almost to the point of terror. Such a scene is like a swarm of ants gnawing on a piece of candy.

Song Sheng exhaled heavily, began to shake his arm, and took out the elixir and began to replenish his spiritual power. With Wang Shi shooting the old fox with all his might, and fighting a bloody way in the zombie army, his burden is not small. If he really counted them, he would have shot nearly three hundred arrows in a row, and the arms of ordinary people would have long since been scrapped.

"I can't see it, you're still proficient in formations. Song Sheng looked at the light curtain and the dense zombies outside, and said lightly. There was not the slightest nervousness or fear in his tone, as if he was watching a swarm of locusts storm the city wall, just with the intention of watching, without the slightest fear that the wall would be breached.

Wang Shi carefully untied the special cloth wrapped around his body, gently put down Ning Yi, who was sleeping, and after glancing at it, after confirming that Ning Yi had not been hurt in any way, he slowly exhaled a breath.

It's a very muddy breath, like the air in a casino that hasn't opened its windows all winter.

This breath has not been loosened since Wang Shi began to fight with Ling Qian, and then he stabbed the shopkeeper and fought hard with the old fox, until he fled here, and then he vomited.

It was already about to regain into a breath of sand, mixed with a faint bloody gas, and after spitting it out, Wang Shi was obviously a lot more relaxed. However, without this breath, Wang Shi was like a person whose spine had been removed, and he almost staggered to the ground.

Fortunately, the muscles in his spine were still tense, and he didn't immediately collapse to the ground. In such a situation, he can breathe a sigh of relief, but he can't fall down. Once he falls, he can't get up at all, he can't fall now, he doesn't have the right to fall now.

This time he is really alone, and he also carries a Ning Yi who is equivalent to a burden, and all the hole cards have been thrown, and it has really reached the point of exhaustion, and even nine deaths.

There is no way out, only to move forward, Wang Shi must stay sober and maintain strong combat effectiveness in order to survive and ensure that Ning Yi also lives.

In any case, he is not qualified to fall, he must hold on, keep his eyes open, and break a way out of countless dead ends.

"Don't look at it, this light curtain can only last for a stick of incense, or less. After breathing a sigh of relief, Wang Shi said lightly.

Song Sheng touched his nose and said, "You won't let me save you in vain, will you?"

"No, it won't. ”

"That's good! If I take such a big risk to help you, and cover you to escape here, and finally you kick both legs to death, and drag me to such a corner, I will lose a lot? ”

Wang Shi didn't laugh at such a cold joke, glanced outside, and said calmly: "I need two sticks of incense." ”

Song Sheng was a little stunned, so that the hand that had been wiping his nose all this time hung in the air, not knowing how to move. It seemed that after a long time, he asked in a somewhat stiff voice, "Two sticks of incense...... Some are too much. ”

Being able to help Wang Shi shoot the old fox, and later help Wang Shi escape here, Song Sheng has already helped Wang Shi enough, and it is already the ultimate for an almost stranger to do this.

This formation can hold up a stick of incense, but Wang Shi needs half an hour, and the rest of the time naturally needs Song Sheng to resist. But can Song Sheng withstand it? Don't talk about him, can even one of the Big Three withstand it?

In the face of a dense army of zombies, it is okay to run, who dares to say that it can withstand it and not show one?

"I didn't look back before. ”

Without looking back, it was enough to prove Wang Shi's trust in Song Sheng, which was equivalent to completely handing over his life to the other party. In this world, there are not many people who can give their backs.

Song Sheng touched his nose again, as if he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I can try, but when the time comes, I can't stand it, so I can only run." ”

Hearing this, Wang Shi immediately sat down cross-legged, blocking Ning Yi in his back.

He was able to fully trust Song Sheng before, and now he can also fully trust the other party.

Closing his eyes slightly, Wang Shi immediately entered a state of concentration. began to frantically absorb the aura around him, and at the same time, the dragon-like blood in his body began to surge, helping him repair his injuries.

A faint light emanated from Wang Shi's body, rapidly absorbing the frenzied aura around him, and at the same time, small flames were born, scorching those striking wounds, and the rushing of blood made the roaring sound gradually sound, but it was only very small, and it could only be vaguely heard.

Song Sheng took a few deep breaths, which can be regarded as calming down and giving himself confidence. After all, there was still time left for him to stick of incense, so he turned his head to look at Wang Shi.

Looking at those tiny flames and hearing all kinds of small and complex sounds, Song Sheng frowned and said to himself: "Using flames to burn wounds and control injuries to the smallest extent is really not something that ordinary people can come up with." ”

After just a few glances, Song Sheng couldn't help but say again: "What kind of talent is it, absorbing spiritual energy so fast? What kind of bloodline can recover so quickly? Even the top demon beast can do this? Is this a person, or a demon?"

Having practiced the Fire Separation Technique for so long, and even being able to preliminarily cast the Flame Heavenly Explosion, Wang Shi's mastery of flames can be said to be meticulous. Now let him burn a man's hair with a flame and not hurt the other hairs, he can do it.

Using flames to burn wounds, such a thing, Wang Shi can do very well. Whether it is the intensity or the range, it can be controlled just right. It's just that this kind of pain is somewhat intense, and it is not something that ordinary people can bear. However, this pain is still a bit pediatric for Wang Shi.

In addition, several small fires also rose in Wang Shi's body, burning internal injuries and cleaning up the remaining poison. And the powerful bloodline that was cultivated was rushing non-stop, repairing most of the wounds.

Such an emergency treatment did not do any good, or even add to injury, but it was able to support Wang Shi to stand up again and let him fight again.

Even if it is such a simple treatment, Wang Shi needs two sticks of incense to complete. In order to get back on his feet again, he needs such a safe period of time.

After glancing at Wang Shi a few times, Song Sheng felt a sense of powerlessness, took a deep breath, turned to the zombies outside, shook his hand, took out countless bows and arrows, and began to arrange them in the room.