The sword light burst out, and the stagnant time seemed to be opened.

Teach people to realize that the eyes below have been killed, it turns out that there is a flat boat hanging in the sky, and it turns out that there are people around him who are in a daze with their necks like themselves.

By the way, when did he stand next to me?

The student turned his head, confused and still not coming back to his senses.

It wasn't until he was knocked down and a piece of flesh was ripped off his cheek that he understood.

It turns out that the gymnasium has long been a zombie den.

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The high angler had long lost his calm posture, only to see him lying on the bow of the boat, leaning out, holding the pole with his right hand to block the flying sword that was shooting at Xiang Chong, and patting the hull of the boat with his left hand, and shouting muddy words in his mouth.

From the bottom up, it's funny.

Ning An couldn't laugh.

He shook off the blood on the tip of his knife and looked around the field, where at least hundreds of zombies were attacking students with their bare hands.

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

"Who has the key! Who has the key! Come and open the door! ”

"Mr. Wu has the key!"

"Teacher Wu?"

"Teacher Wu is dead, woo woo woo ......"

Ning An's right leg bent slightly, and he sank and turned his waist, but a young man pounced. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the young man's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth to snatch the knife in Ning An's hand.

Until the young man was trampled under his feet and struggled to no avail, his expression was full of great fear, and he knocked his head on the ground with a loud bang, and pleaded: "Big brother! Eldest brother! Split the door! ”

Behind Ning An is the gate.

Looking at the ordinary people who rushed over on both sides, Ning An frowned, and pushed away a few who were bold enough to intercede, but one could be pushed away, and two rushed up, with a desperate posture, Ning An didn't want to hurt the innocent, so he had to shout loudly: "I really can't see the black gas attached to the wall?!" ”

The crowd was stagnant for a moment, Ning An squeezed out, avoided the living people who came up, cut off the heads of a few zombies who didn't have long eyes, and after quickly walking down the fourth floor of the stairs, he turned over and jumped, jumped near the Taoist priest, held a knife to breathe, and dealt with the zombies who surrounded him.

The Taoist priest's pressure suddenly decreased, and he nodded slightly towards Ning An.

Since the failure of the first flying sword sneak attack, the angler was shocked and angry, at this time, Xiang Chongke was his cash cow, the source of strength, how could he tolerate a little accident? Immediately mobilized most of the zombies to besiege Jing Yu.

At this time, Ning An entered the field, which gave Jing Yu, who was originally a little staggered, a chance to breathe.

"Somehow must be found to kill him!"

"Or force him out of the boat."

Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, causing the speed of the flying sword to slow down for a moment, and suddenly bared his teeth and scolded: "That water is rootless water, after being touched with puppet qi, it is like a maggot attached to the bone, and it will drill when it finds a crack, blocking the majesty of my flying sword, and the musket has become a squib, you want to force him to get off the boat?" Will you be able to fly? ”

Ning An's eyes were obscure, and he once again wiped out the zombies that pounced on him, and replaced them with Shang Anyayan, "If you don't force him down, killing this person will not help." ”

"It's just a little slower for anglers to enter the country, isn't it also a dry stare down there?"

Jing Yu was noncommittal, his hands flew into the shape of a pinch, and the flying sword was even more powerful.

Two flying swords protect the body, three flying swords stabbed at Xiang Chong, the flying swords come and go exquisitely on all sides, but a fishing rod shakes out the afterimage, and occasionally the zombies who are not afraid of death seize the opportunity and collide with the intention of blocking the silver sword with their bodies.

"Why are you here?"

"Now is not the time for small talk!"

"It's also Gu Yue? Listen to grandpa, you can't ......"

Jing Yu stole the gap and glared at Ning An.

One is the young master of the Ning family, and the other is the disciple of the dustless master, because the elders in the family are old friends, the two of them of the same age have known each other for a long time, although the friendship is not deep, Jing Yu knows that Ning An is not a person who does not know the times.

What is more important than getting out of danger at this time?

So Jing Yu also changed to Anya Yan, lowered his voice and said, "Do you have a way?" ”

"Use your flying sword to send me up."

Jing Yu's mind turned sharply, his brows furrowed and expanded, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

The flying sword has never made meritorious contributions, and he must find a way out, and he can't help but think about it.

I saw five small swords slashing through a circular arc, rotating around the Taoist, and the Taoist priest pointed and sank like a reef, ready to attack.

Jing Yu's eyes widened, and he shouted: "Resentful puppet suffers death!" ”

The angler grinned, leaning out most of his body, and the voiced voice in his mouth became more impatient.

"Die!"

A small sword shot out, straight towards Chongmei's heart.

The small silver sword seemed to tug at the angler's entire mind, and the body of the sword reflected the fire in his dark eyes.

"Boom!"

The rod rests firmly on the ground, blocking the path of the little sword.

The little sword fell to the ground and fell on the fat corpse from which the fishing rod had fallen.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-"

The angler was like an ape, laughing back and forth, laughing at the full force of the blow.

But ignoring the fact that behind him, four small swords made a ladder to climb the clouds, and a young man had already jumped up with flying swords.

Ning An climbed with the flying sword, and he was already above the angler, becoming condescending.

Ning An was not sluggish, facing the flying droplets, the clothes were beaten, and he patted the scabbard in the air, and said softly, "Death!" ”

When the monster noticed behind him, he could only catch a glimpse of Ning An, who was bowing down with a knife as a gun, and the cold light that burst out.

Boom!

In the nick of time, the angler spat out a very thin arrow of water, causing the long knife that had been stabbed at his head to deflect a few points, cutting off half of his arm.

The long knife was slightly less castrated, and with its sharpness, it was deeply embedded in the edge of the wooden boat.

"Roar!"

There was no blood gushing from the gap in the arm, only bursts of black gas seeping out, and judging from the black gas pouring in below, it was obvious that it was not enough to make ends meet.

The corpses in the arena were dense, and Ning An fell down, but he made a loud noise, and there was a meat pad to pad it, and it was no big deal.

The water column dissipated, the flat boat hit the ground with a bang, and the ghost fire in the angler's eyes skyrocketed, staring at Ning An Jingyu and the others.

As if receiving an order, the zombies receded like a tide, carving out a large space.

Ning An kicked away Xiang Chong, who was frantically biting the fat corpse, Xiang Chong covered his stomach and bowed into a shrimp, the acid water and tears in his stomach gushed out together, and he finally recovered a trace of his heart, staggered and passed out in a relatively empty corner.

In this way, only Ning An, Jing Yu and the angler were left in the field.

"This knife is two feet five inches long, weighs one pound and seven taels, with a peach wood handle and a white jade inlay. It is the day of my weak crown, a sword fight to kill the river woman in the neighbor of Xiaozhai Temple, the monk sacrificed. ”

Jing Yu threw the scabbard on his back, and his voice was cold, "Can you still do it?" ”

Ning An held the knife in his right hand, feeling the warmth of the hilt, which had the effect of calming the soul, the blade was not sharp, but he had an intuition that this knife could cut evil.

"Nature."

The voice did not fall.

The fishing rod was the first to grab people, and the fine barbs were terrifyingly tight, and they attacked the door of Ning An's face coldly.

"Beware!"

Ning An didn't dodge or dodge, saw the right time to stick to the long stick with the horizontal blade, drove the arms around the waist and abdomen, and forced the long stick to deviate a few points with the ingenuity of four or two thousand catties.

"First Order Peak!"

Ning An shouted, and at the same time bullied forward, from the blow just now, it seems that the angler's strength has greatly weakened due to the leakage of grievances, and at most it is only the peak of the first order, and he has used the natal ability of the "sword in the mouth" before, and this is the time to take advantage of the void!

Jing Yu pinched the trick with one hand, and there were words in his mouth, and the four small swords cooperated with Ning An to shoot at the other side of the monster, at this time the angler only had a broken arm, and in the face of such a pinching attack, he had to hold a stick to dodge.

I saw that the long stick shrank to two meters long, carrying the impermeable wind of the water mist dance, stopping the attacking Ning An.

But it can't stop the nimble little sword.

Jing Yu raised his fingers and praised the magic trick, and the little sword suddenly turned forward to stab the attack, hanging at the four corners to lock the angler, forming a high and upside-down trend, forcing him to resist the enemy on the spot.

Fortunately, the gymnasium had already been infected with sewage, the guns and gunpowder had been damp, and the policemen stationed there had become ordinary people with some skills, otherwise the anglers at this time would have been live targets.

After a single blow, Ning An sank down to adjust his breath and forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood.

The power of the peak of the first order is not something that he can compete with now, and he can only overdraw his body to win a chance.

Fortunately, there is Jing Yu pressing the array.

Ning An cast his eyes on the Taoist priest behind him.

His face turned pale.

I saw that the Taoist priest had a solemn face, and with one hand behind his back, he was already crumbling.

The flying sword consumes spirit, Jing Yu is constantly attacking, and now it is the end of the strong crossbow!

"Three swords, I can still make three swords."

Jing Yu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.

The angler's expression was gloomy, and the black air on his left arm slowly rose, and when he saw the two of them spit out strange accents again, he roughly guessed what conspiracy they were discussing again.

The worst of the situation is actually the anglers.

According to his original plan, this place was depressed, and it was not difficult to help his strength grow to the peak of the second order or even hit the third order.

Who would have expected that as soon as he broke into the two thorns, his resentment had just improved, and he forcibly interrupted himself to enjoy the tribute.

Even if both of them die, will they be able to leave alive? He clearly sensed that those tightly dressed people had guns on their waists, and they were a big threat to him, and I was afraid that they were being filled with them one after another.

It's a must!

The three of them were ruthless in their hearts, and their hands were faster.

"A sword!"

Hurting the enemy's ten fingers, it is better to cut off the enemy's fingers, Jing Yu made up his mind and summoned the rest of the small swords back to the sword pot at his waist, leaving only one, and it ran through the monster like a streamer.

The angler threw out the long rod, and the long rod rose without wind, and went straight to find the little sword, and when the little sword split the long rod, there was not much strength left, and it could pierce the back leg of the angler.

The angler staggered, and the palm the size of a fan brushed the small sword, and under the invasion of black gas, the small sword lost its brilliance.

Jing Yu snorted, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he sat on the ground with his head in his hands, only to feel that the world was spinning.

Several people moved like thunder, but in fact, it was only an instant, and when the angler lost his center of gravity, the sword light came again, and he took his head directly.

The cold light is brilliant, and the snow white is better than the jade.

The eyes of the angler who lost his balance flickered, reflecting a bit of despair and misery.

"Beware!"

Sou!

It is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers.

The angler lost another arm, heart-rending in pain and hysterical laughter.

No one could have imagined that half of the long stick would go and return, coming from behind Ning An with the sound of the wind.

The flying sword that has been cultivated with internal force for many years was injured, affecting Jing Yu's soul, and the dizzy Jing Yu only had time to say careful, but he could only watch the long stick penetrate into the back of the young man's heart.

Click!

Click!

The angler's smile stiffened, and a wave of absurdity came to mind.

Why can't the piercing?

With his first-order peak strength, why can't he kill an ordinary person with a full blow?

Yes, ordinary people, anglers can feel that the young man with a knife in front of him is just more powerful and more athletic, which is why the angler chose to sneak attack him.

He suspected that the Taoist priest in the distance had a back hand.

But he didn't expect that the half-cut long stick was only pierced for half a minute, and it was firmly stuck.

For a moment, he couldn't even care about the pain of a broken arm, and the angler lowered his head and trembled.

Swapping injuries for lives is a big gamble, but I didn't expect the boy to have such hole cards.

And he lost the bet.

Ning An's eyes were cold, and his body was covered with golden lines, and he deflected the blade and swung it down fiercely.

The knife was so powerful that it completely disrupted the angler's center of gravity, slamming it into the gymnasium wall and slumping to the ground.

The young man was unforgiving, his figure flashed, and he replaced the lost long knife in the sprint, and held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed it hard at the dark eyes.

Wow!

The door was pushed open.