In fact, Xu Huan would rather believe that this is not the same person, maybe it just happens to look alike, such as two twin brothers who happened to join the Qingyang Sect at the same time? This is not to be said to be unreasonable.

However, the body shape, scars, blood marks on their faces, and expressions of the two were almost the same, making Xu Huan have to believe that this was the corpse of the same person.

But the question is, why did the corpse in Fengyang Town appear here?

Xu Huan, who couldn't understand the cause and effect, only felt creepy, and while his feet were about to evacuate, he pulled out the ancestral sword with his right hand and clenched a weapon, giving him a lot of security.

"Is it a zombie?" Xu Huan remembered those folk monster legends, and thought to himself that this disciple of Qingyang Sect had a lot of resentment, died without stiffness, and was resurrected?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Qian, who had been arriving for a long time, walked to Xu Huan's side, so he naturally saw the corpse that he had seen in Fengyang Town.

"What's going on?" Finding that what Xu Huan said was true, countless possibilities quickly flashed in Wang Qian's heart, but almost all of them were ruled out by him one by one.

Just as he was about to get closer and take a closer look as if he was in Fengyang Town, he suddenly noticed that the corpse's fingers moved slightly.

"Be careful!" Wang Qian shouted in surprise.

However, the moment he spoke, a vision suddenly appeared!

Xu Huan, who still felt creepy, felt even more creepy at this time, because the corpse lying flat was standing quickly with the heels of his feet as the fulcrum at this time.

This is a very counterintuitive thing, because his hands are not supported and his legs are straight, so what does he rely on to stand up?

The answer was soon revealed, because after the corpse stood firm, a slender white image whip flung from behind him and towards Xu Huan in front of him.

Looking at the white shadow that fell straight down impartially, Xu Huan subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand with both hands, and raised it high and placed it horizontally in front of him.

His knee-jerk judgment was correct, and his luck was excellent, because the whip-shaped white shadow did strike down impartially, right in the middle of the black sword.

However, his strength was extremely weak, at least in comparison to the impact of this white shadow.

The sword was miraculously not broken, but his arm was constantly vibrated by the impact that was naturally brought, until his arm was numb, and until the tiger's mouth was shaken out of blood by the power transmitted from the hilt.

The pain from the tiger's mouth made Xu Huan's temporarily blank brain regained some consciousness caused by this sudden attack.

So Xu Huan gave up this ancestral sword very decisively, although the body that wanted to retreat was grabbed by the impact of this white whip shadow, but he was ready to escape, so he let go of his hand, and after suffocating his body, he rolled behind him.

The white shadow of the whip bent and brushed against his arm, leaving a heavy scar.

Although he grinned in pain and the ancestral sword fell to the ground, Xu Huan couldn't care about it so much, he just wanted to run for his life. Because the whip-shaped white shadow that had become bent by striking the sword was suffocated in the air, it changed direction and struck from the bottom to the top, and the curved part continued to straighten in the process.

Straightening means getting longer, so you can get across the unsuspecting Xu Huan's chest.

But at this time, Li Xuankong had already reacted, and stepped forward in three steps and two steps, just like at the mouth of the alley that day, he took out a wooden sword and blocked it in front of Xu Huan, resisting the white shadow.

The two are thus at a stalemate.

Xu Huan, who had survived the catastrophe because of his excellent luck, gasped in horror, quietly took a few steps back, and felt that this was probably a safe distance before stopping, and carefully observed the white shadow who was almost dying.

The true face of the white shadow that stretched out from behind the corpse of the Qingyang Sect was a section of white hard objects connected to each other, and its tip was a sharp protrusion.

"What is this?"

"It seems to be a bone." Wang Qian approached from the side and said solemnly.

"Bones? The bones that protrude from the body make up the whip? When Xu Huan heard this answer and looked at this item again, he suddenly felt even more creepy, and felt a little disgusting for a while.

Especially with the exaggerated expression and blood marks on the face of this corpse, which are still frightened and frightened, it is even more unbearable to look at directly.

Seeing that the attack was resisted by Li Xuankong's wooden sword, the outstretched bone whip flung towards the ground, raising a large amount of dust while also being retracted into his body.

The sound of "click" echoed in the empty and silent mountains, and before long, the bone whip no longer poked out, and was replaced by several bone spears that bent forward.

When these extremely long bone spears stretched out, the corpse's body visibly dried up, and a gust of wind blew it, and the body fluttered like rags hanging from a farmer's hanger.

"Can this thing still change?" Xu Huan was surprised.

Just after the bone whip turned into a bone spear, the corpse's face moved slightly, and the original frightened look also changed to an expressionless calm look, running in the direction of several people while the bone spears behind him alternately stabbed out.

Wang Qian hurriedly hid behind Li Xuankong and stood side by side with Xu Huan.

Li Xuankong took a deep breath, and the wooden sword continued to fly with his wrist, picking apart the bone spears that were constantly staggering.

The bone spear fell like raindrops three feet in front of Li Xuankong's body, and then was bounced away by Li Xuankong's flawless sword move.

"Very beautiful swordsmanship." Wang Qian praised.

"How pretty?"

"It's all said to be beautiful." Wang Qian rolled his eyes and said, "It should be the Shouyi style of Chunquan Mountain." ”

"What is Shouyi?"

"It is a kind of swordsmanship that focuses on defense in Chunquan Mountain, which is derived from the idea of being round and impermeable."

Xu Huan watched Li Xuankong's wooden sword fly and block all the enemy's attacks, thinking that it was indeed flawless.

"Why is this body here? How did you suddenly come back to life? Xu Huan then remembered this more critical question and asked.

"No matter how you guess, it's the bishop's ghost." Wang Qian said.

This explanation is somewhat irresponsible, but it seems to be the best answer.

"Can a bishop still control the corpse?"

"Is it the Phaseless Beast or is there some other cardinal?"

The battle between the mountains and fields continued, still showing a posture of attacking and defending at the same time, but the opponent's attacks were too dense and more frequent, and Li Xuankong gradually couldn't parry, and sweat dripped.

A drop of sweat dripped down his forehead and seeped into Li Xuankong's eyebrows.

Li Xuankong, who felt a little dazzling, squinted his left eye uncomfortably.

At this moment, the speed of the bone spears of the staggered attack changed, and they immediately joined together as they advanced, slamming towards Li Xuankong's chest.

This sudden change of fierce attack struck the sword body of Li Xuankong's wooden sword, which subconsciously swung out a slap of the Italian-style style.

The wooden sword did not break, only a few faint cracks appeared, but the power transmitted from the wooden sword spread to Li Xuankong's whole body, Li Xuankong snorted, slid back a few steps, and left an extremely deep scratch on his feet in the dirt.

"The Shouyi style focuses on the dense and impermeable sword momentum, and the unloading force and defense against strong attacks are extremely poor." Wang Qian patiently explained to Xu Huan, took two steps back, and made a posture that he was ready to run at any time.

Seeing this, Xu Huan asked, "It's time to prepare to run now?" ”

"What's the hurry? Do you look down on Daochang Li so much? ”

"Then why do you want to run?"

"Just in case? If I'm at my peak, it only takes three tricks to kill this thing......"

"It is said that heroes don't mention the courage of the year, why do you have to remember the year every time."

"First of all, this is not a memory of the past, this is a few days ago, and secondly, only by reminding myself how strong I am at all times, I will know that I am so strong after I recover my strength, so that I will be confident, self-confidence, and the most powerful weapon of a person......"

Wang Qian began to explain the power of self-confidence, but Xu Huan's attention was only on Li Xuankong and the corpse that came to life.

After being repelled by that attack for a few steps, although he was injured a little, it gave Li Xuankong some respite, Li Xuankong condensed and turned his breath, and the aura in his body moved towards another line, just when the corpse was about to stab out the next bone spear, a sword slashed out!

A flickering electric light appeared on the wooden sword, and as Li Xuankong's sword momentum fell, the electric light gradually increased and gathered together, as if the electric light did not appear from the wooden sword, but borrowed from the space of heaven and earth.

The lightning on the sword danced like a snake.

The opponent's attack is very fast, but how fast can it pass the lightning?

Li Xuankong's attack knocked the bone spear into the air, and after cutting an arc in midair, the part that came into contact with Li Xuankong's wooden sword suddenly exploded, turning into two halves.

Li Xuankong gasped heavily, his face turned pale, and it was obvious that this attack had consumed too much of his strength and aura.

"What's this trick called?"

"I'm not a jack of all trades."

"So you don't know?"

"Don't try to use agitation."

It didn't take long for Wang Qian to finally hold back and say: "Chunquan Mountain's thunder style, the aura is simulated into electric mangs gushing out, attached to the sword, and carrying the lightning rays out with a thunderous blow. ”

Xu Huan nodded, and said in surprise: "How do you know?" ”

"Because I'm a cultivation genius, it's natural to gather the strengths of a hundred schools and become a family, and it's normal to know it, right? Of course, there are more important reasons. ”

"What is it?" Xu Huan said curiously.

"Because the school has a good relationship with Chunquan Mountain, my master is very familiar with Tang's seniors."

Xu Huan thought to himself that it was really an unexpected and reasonable answer.

The corpse of the Qingyang Sect disciple who had a bone spear broken off let out an unknown beast-like wail, his expression became frightened, and his body trembled and twitched, as if he was in pain.

Just when Li Xuankong was about to take advantage of his pain to pursue the victory, there was another "click" bone combination sound in the corpse's body, countless bone spurs pierced out of his arm, the skin and flesh on the palm of his hand were punctured, and a combined sword-like bone poked out.

The man laughed in horror.