A quarter of an hour later, Mo Hansheng, who was walking quickly, suddenly asked, "Da Shahua Daoyou, what should we do next?" ”

Da Shahua glanced back and said, "After running so far, we should have already thrown off that group of zombies, so let's go to ......."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream, and a swift black shadow struck from the top of the cave behind him.

"Oh no, it's that hairy zombie chasing after you!" Da Shahua looked at the figure that was almost blurred to the point of being unrecognizable, and a look of incomprehension flashed in his eyes, "How can it have such a fast speed?" ”

Mo Hansheng looked at it fixedly, and saw that the hair was frozen in the process of running, and there was a faint appearance of true yuan fluctuations around his body.

"Divine Magic?"

"This hairy zombie seems to have a very high level of intelligence, and it is very likely that he has recovered some memories from before death, and has been able to practice and use spells."

"That's the problem!" Da Shahua's face showed embarrassment, she didn't want to take this hair stiff to the treasure place.

Mo Hansheng reminded: "Fellow Daoist, now is not the time to hesitate. ”

Da Shahua's eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked, "Mo Daoyou, are you sure that you can break through the defense of this thing?" ”

"Do you want to fight with it?" Mo Hansheng glanced back at her and said, "I have never fought with Mao Zombie in Xia, so it's really hard to say whether I can break through the defense." But if you already have a plan, I don't mind trying it. ”

"Then there will be Lao Daoyou." Da Shahua has been in the wind and rain building for many years, and he is not an indecisive person, even if he passed on his thoughts to Mo Hansheng and Xiao Shahua.

The three of them came to a fork in the road, and suddenly split into three and ran in three different directions.

Seeing this, Mao Zhuang, who was chasing closely, shifted his ankle slightly to the left, and chased in the direction of Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng was slightly stunned, not understanding why Mao Zhuang chose his direction so quickly, and he didn't even hesitate at all.

The current situation did not allow Mo Hansheng to think too much, and while he ran, he shot ice picks continuously behind him, trying to hinder Mao Zhuang's approach.

Seeing the ice picks shooting towards him, Mao Zhuang didn't dodge or dodge, took all the ice picks with his mouth, and then chewed a few times, and then swallowed the crushed ice into his stomach.

Mo Hansheng was taken aback, he didn't expect his stiff mouth and teeth to be so hard, and he didn't expect the other party to swallow his cold ice directly into his abdomen, as if he was not afraid of the cold power at all.

After Mao Zhuang swallowed the ice pick, his cry became more and more excited, and he sped up and ran towards Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng turned around and stabbed more than a dozen shots in the back, and the tip of the spear turned into a debut phantom, which was dazzling.

But Mao Zhuang did not panic at all, his body flickered and moved in the air, and he avoided these attacks one by one, and he was at ease.

Mo Hansheng's expression became more and more solemn.

He had already seen that when the other party was dodging his own attack, he seemed to have performed a very strange and mysterious technique, and his level of skill was far above Xiao Shahua.

After Mao Zhuang avoided the attack of the water dragon yin, he did not rush to attack, but kept hovering by Mo Hansheng's side.

It grasps the distance between each other very delicately, neither far nor close, which can not only ensure that it has enough spare strength to fight back, but also has a strong sense of oppression.

Its gaze shone faintly, as if it was expecting something.

Mo Hansheng saw that his cold ice and marksmanship could not help the other party, and he no longer wasted his true yuan and strength, summoned the flying sword and turned around and ran.

Seeing this, Mao Zhuang couldn't help but roar angrily, and there was a faint hint of eagerness in the roar, and chased after Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng's speed after controlling the flying sword has increased a lot compared to the original, but it is still much inferior to Mao Zhuang.

He stepped on the flying sword and walked around the cave with his hair stiff for a while, but he couldn't get rid of the other party's entanglement at all.

Mo Hansheng held a silver spear in his hand and couldn't help complaining: "Lao Jiao, how can you say that it is also a magic weapon, why can't you even deal with a hair stiff?" ”

The voice of Shui Jiao's dissatisfaction came from the Water Dragon Yin: "The Water Dragon Yin is a magic weapon, but it is impossible to kill the enemy by itself." The key is that the strength of your magic weapon master is too weak, and he can't even stab Mao Zhuang with a single shot. No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, what's the use of not hitting people? ”

Mo Hansheng was silent for a while, and said unwillingly: "There is really no way at all?" ”

Shui Jiao hesitated for a moment and said, "That's not it, but that method, you have to seize the opportunity, you listen......"

Mao Zhuang chased Mo Hansheng all the way, and seeing that the other party did not cast any more spells, his heart finally began to become impatient.

Its eyes flashed, and its speed increased in an instant, and it flew behind Mo Hansheng.

At this moment, Mo Hansheng suddenly turned around and stabbed his stiff head with a return shot.

Mao was startled, and hurriedly turned his head away from the gun.

The tip of the spear brushed against the stiff cheek, making a clanging sound, but not a single trace of fur was scratched.

Mao Zhuang's eyes flashed, and he found that the one that was rubbing his cheek was actually a long spear that was condensed by ice, not a water dragon.

A look of surprise flashed across its face, and then its large mouth bit the barrel of the gun one by one.

Mo Hansheng was shocked, since before, this hair stiff seemed to have been devouring his own ice.

Although he was surprised in his heart, the movements in his hand did not stop, and his right hand was handed out, and the real dragon chanting spear pierced Bai Zhuang's chest and left.

Bai Zhuang was immersed in the delicious taste of crushed ice, unaware of Mo Hansheng's small movements.

When the tip of the gun approached a foot in his chest, Mao Zhuang finally realized that it was about to flee with a scream.

At this moment, a short dragon chant came from the water dragon's groan, and Mao Zhuang's mind was captured in an instant, and he froze in place and couldn't move.

The silver spear pierced the stiff chest without hindrance, and in this case, even with its speed, it could not dodge.

Just when Mo Hansheng thought that he had succeeded in one blow, a fierce light suddenly erupted in Bai Zhuang's eyes, and he slapped Mo Hansheng with a claw.

Mo Hansheng was taken aback, and hurriedly retreated back with a silver spear in his hand.

He stayed in the air, his eyes uncertain: "What's the matter, didn't you say that this thing will definitely not be able to hold you a shot?" Why is it not only not dead, but it does not even show the slightest sign of injury? ”

Shui Jiao's incomprehensible voice came from the water dragon's groan: "It shouldn't be, isn't the key to this monster in the chest?" ”

Mo Hansheng took a closer look and found that there was not even a trace of wound on his stiff chest.

"Regeneration? No, it didn't show any signs of injury at all, as if the previous shot hadn't hit at all. ”

Shui Jiao said: "Speaking of which, when the water dragon Yin pierced his chest, Jiao Ye also felt a little strange inexplicably, but he couldn't say what the specific fault was. ”

Before the two of them could discuss the result, Mao Zhuang let out an angry roar, and approached Mo Hansheng.

Although the previous shot did not really hurt Mao Zhuang, it also made it feel a danger that it had not experienced for many years.

If it hadn't reacted in time, it might have been injured by that shot, or even killed on the spot.

The fierce light in its eyes shone brightly, and it had murderous intent towards Mo Hansheng for the first time.

Seeing that the water dragon chant was also invalid, Mo Hansheng would not fight hard with the other party, and turned around to leave.

The white zombie in mid-air suddenly turned into an afterimage, and its speed increased by a few points compared to before.