"So what to do now?" Leng Ruobing asked.

"For the time being, I don't know the purpose of the other party," Lu Cheng glanced coldly at the direction of the window, "This old man has troubled me three or four times, and he can chase him all the way from the train station to Miao Village, and it is estimated that he still has some plans." Since people have made it clear that they are not good, do we still need to be polite? Even the corpse team is out of the horse, and if I don't do it, I'm afraid it will seem that I'm too easy to bully! ”

With that, a silver bolt shot out of his palm like an arrow, just cutting off the head of a zombie that broke through the window!

This corpse should have been a young man before his death, and he looked very strong, and without this physical fitness, it was impossible to be the vanguard of this vanguard and take the lead in killing. When the famous sword collided with his neck, a piercing sound of gold and iron suddenly echoed throughout the room! With the separation of the body of the male corpse, the famous sword broken bridge also reflected back into Lu Cheng's hand with a wail.

Feeling the slight tremor coming from the sword, Lu Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

The original intention of the casting of the famous sword broken bridge was not to kill people, but to break the formation, so correspondingly, it was much weaker than the black dragon in terms of texture, but that was only relative! can be called a famous sword, which one is not a peerless divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay?

And the force he exerted on this sword was even more ferocious, according to his original idea, this sword shot out, at least it should shoot the head of this male corpse to pieces, but in fact, this sword flashed, just to separate the head of this male corpse! From this point of view, the physical strength of this group of zombies is definitely not below the pig iron gold stone.

"Meng Xiaoli!" He shouted, and the little Lori in a red dress appeared, her red face was on full alert, "Go downstairs, find the owner of this hotel, and then accompany that uncle to play a little game of ghost hitting the wall!" His Gu technique is ineffective against you, but your spiritual impact is his death hole! ”

"Why do you want to keep the innkeeper?" Cold, incomprehensible.

"Why do you think our door is locked inexplicably? Why do you think this old man found our hiding place so easily? Lu Cheng sneered, "I didn't say that I must have something to do with someone, so I just asked my good daughter to scare him by hitting the wall with a ghost." After all, we had an accident in someone's hotel, and what happened happened to him, and he was indispensably responsible! ”

Hearing the sound, the little Lori nodded, and her petite figure immediately disappeared behind the wall. And Lu Cheng put away the famous sword and broke the bridge, and took out a snake-headed short knife from his arms.

The next thing he will face is definitely a tough battle, if a broken sword bridge shatters a fragment or scratches a cloud pattern due to texture problems, then he will definitely die of distress. Since it's rough work, you still have to do it roughly.

"Demon Knife, Iron Broken Teeth!"

With that, the snake-headed dagger slashed an inch-long blood mark on his forearm, and the red blood was greedily absorbed by the blade, and in the blink of an eye, it supported the monster's huge body.

The sword body reaches two meters of the complete demon knife cultivator, this is currently the most exaggerated heavy god soldier in Lu Cheng's hands except for the alienated black dragon! And taking out this big sword, it means that he has red eyes tonight, and he plans to let go of all scruples and kill happily!

The wooden windows have been turned into papier-mâché presence. Under the heavy sword slash of wide opening and closing, no wood can withstand this violent and crazy sword.

As soon as the body of the first zombie fell, the corpse team behind it continued to fill in.

The conjuring bell in the distance continued, and the paper money fluttering in the air became the best silent elegy in this scene.

Lu Cheng, who took advantage of the weapon, swept the knife and opened up a large blank space in front of him, and then stood on the edge of the window.

The giant blade had been slashed into an incredibly large circle in his hand, and the snow-bright sword light slashed through, often sparking a large spark on the zombies' bodies!

The bodies of these guys are completely beyond common sense!

After witnessing that the demon knife cultivator who had absorbed the essence of his bloodline could not break the flesh and blood of these zombies with all his might, Lu Cheng finally realized that he should not be influenced by the thinking of Hong Kong films, and figure out these zombies that he had never come into contact with.

What happened to these corpses should be more than just corpses!

At some point, the sword has turned into a war hammer, and the slash has become a smash.

After a moment's pause, when he saw the faint golden bone residue left on the knife, Lu Cheng completely confirmed his conjecture, that is, the combat power of these zombies came from alchemy.

Egyptian mummification fills hollowed-out corpses with spices, and Lu Cheng wonders if Xiangxi, China, has a similar method. But there is no doubt that in order to drive away and manipulate these stiff walking corpses, the legendary corpse chasers must have done something to the corpses themselves!

They used special refining methods to greatly strengthen the bones and muscles of the corpses, making them indestructible, copper-headed and iron-clad. At the same time, it is driven by spells, thus artificially creating an obedient zombie army.

The painless, senseless, and indestructible Necromantic Armor Soldier, such an opponent is an object that no one wants to provoke easily!

In a round of crazy sword rain, Lu Cheng finally put down the demon sword snake cultivation snake in his hand that was constantly buzzing because of metal fatigue.

The door behind him was locked, but the barrier didn't stop him. But at this moment, what really restrained him from turning around was not from the outside world, but the blood of the demon clan that was gradually ignited in his heart, as well as some strange power in the blood.

Perhaps because of his red eyes, he was originally in a condescending position on the eaves of the window, and suddenly jumped into the surging corpse tide below, giving up the favorable terrain and choosing to suicidal the enemy!

Leng Ruobing, who was on the high platform, saw the current scene, and still chose to stay on the sidelines and remain silent.

In the next few seconds, a wave of central bloom erupted in the center of the corpse group!

The chain leg behind supporting the ground with his hand, this is exactly the same "Heart Piercing Hammer" as the martial arts used by Zhong Yan against the Twelve Dead Soldiers!

The thunderous calf kicks the zombies in the chest, often resulting in a dull sound like a cracked stone. Under the ensemble of bass drums in this area, the most central circle of shroud male corpses flew out upside down!

He is using actual combat to test the physical cultivation martial arts he has just learned!

What is power? That's power!

When the bloodline fusion tends to be perfect, the strengthening of the body no longer needs such a mutation process as "demonization". Everything seemed to Lu Cheng to be so natural, as if he was born invincible, and demons and monsters were not afraid.

But the tide of corpses is a tide of corpses after all, and in the face of such a group of enemies who are tireless, fearless of pain, and will not be afraid, no matter how strong the warriors are, they can only become the saddest victims of the war of attrition.

To be honest, these guys are basically the same as Superman, except that they can't fly and can't shoot lasers in their eyes. If the psychic people in the Central Plains are put in front of them, I am afraid that except for the Evil Breaker Clan, which has the strongest physical fitness, can barely fight against them, all the other families will have to suffer this dumb loss. They are not afraid of spells, they are not living creatures themselves, and there are no limitations to their psionic abilities.

The isolation of the Xiangxi realm for thousands of years, and the environment without natural enemies, has raised such a group of nemesis of the Central Plains psychic bloodline.

It's hard to imagine what Lucheng would be like today if it weren't for the bloodline of the demon god and the endless emergence of famous sword and martial arts.

In other words, only a monster like him, whose physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, can deal with these monsters of the same level!

The number of corpses is not large, only about thirty or forty people in total.

Excluding the corpse of the young man who was previously beheaded by Lu Cheng's sword, plus the dozen or so corpses that were later chopped up by the demon knife cultivator, the remaining nearly twenty zombies were either intact or lightly injured, and basically still retained their complete combat effectiveness.

It can't be helped, fighting these puppets is basically like waving a knife at a bunch of iron lumps. It is already a very incredible thing to be able to kill nearly one-third of the opponent's troops in such a sudden attack.

The windows of the corner towers around are tightly closed, even if there is such a big movement outside, there is no face poking out of the house to watch, and I don't know if the local people know that the corpse chasers are passing by and want to retreat behind closed doors, or whether they have been wiped out long before the start of the battle in Lucheng.

After a round of martial arts bombardment into the enemy group, Lu Cheng did not hesitate to summon the magic sword black dragon.

In front of this killing demon soldier who swallowed the cold under the moonlight and filled the battlefield with a bone-killing intent, even the corpses who did not know how to retreat felt a chill from the depths of their souls - if they still had a trace of remnant souls. Anyway, at the moment when the magic sword was unsheathed, Lu Cheng really felt a collective stagnation of the surrounding zombie group, there was no doubt about it. Upon closer examination, maybe these monsters really had a hint of subordination in front of the magic sword, or maybe it was the corpse chasers hiding in the shadows who saw this world-famous weapon, so there was a pause in their thinking, causing the zombies controlled by their subordinates to also appear momentarily sluggish.

But there is no such thing as soft-heartedness in Lu Cheng's battle dictionary.

Being able to take out the magic sword and black dragon has already indicated that all his hole cards are out of the picture.

Magic Sword Technique: Flowers on the Other Side!

The one person and one sword in the center of the corpse group suddenly bloomed with the blood-colored flower-shaped sword qi in the sky, and the messy petals and thin needles slashed through the neck and throat of each zombie in a brilliant manner!

And Lu Cheng brandished the long knife, and the dragon swallowing teeth in his hand had already smashed the row of heads in front of him one by one in the gap of this moment!

The white-haired old man in the shadows smiled and poked his head out of the corner. And at this moment, the cold gaze lock from the air has firmly captured his position!

From the very beginning, Lu Cheng left her with the task of looking at the entire battle situation from a third perspective, and then finding out who was behind the whole thing!

"One hundred meters at a thirty-degree angle to north-east!" The ghost spirit that unfolded the restraint of his mind transmitted a message to Lu Cheng.

Immediately after, a two-meter broadsword that opened the mountain and broke the sea was absorbed by gravity, like in Lu Cheng's hand, and ejected in an instant, with the goal of taking the old man's location directly.

"Young man, don't be impulsive." The old man was not in a hurry, and behind him, a golden corpse of a military general blocked in front of him, and with a wave of his sword, he flew the demon sword Xiu Snake Yuan Lu Ge who was speeding away. He pointed behind Lu Cheng and smiled silently.

On the windowsill on the second floor, the innkeeper held the soul lamp in his hand with a gloomy smile, and the lamp was bound by Meng Xiaoli, who would never return.