I originally thought that spring was approaching, but who knew that when the earth was about to sprout full of greenery, there was a change in the faint sky, and the sky began to be hazy and finally disappeared. According to the Huang tradition, this is the snow of the year, which indicates that there is more cold and less warmth, which violates astronomy.

First sting, then snow, I don't know what kind of catastrophe this corpse tide will bring.

Thirty first-generation disciples and ten second-generation disciples of Qingqiu set off in full gear, day and night, and arrived at Tiger Prison City five days later. Everywhere along the way, there was a trace of panic and worry in the eyes of the people, and the atmosphere was a little depressing, because the news of the corpse tide had spread all over the streets and alleys, but they all had special respect and high hopes for the Qingqiu disciples who went to reinforce them.

According to the generation, Jing Hao is Uncle Tai in front of the first generation of disciples, and Uncle Tai in front of the second generation of disciples, but everyone calls him Elder Jing. He is funny, rigorous but not serious, except for the female disciples, other Qi cultivation disciples do not want to see Zong Yang, but he takes extra care of Zong Yang, because Zong Yang does not know how to ride a horse, specially let Zong Yang ride with him, the two often chat about some topics, very speculative, especially after learning backgammon with Zong Yang, it is really smelly, but whenever there is leisure, there are at least three games.

Along the way, Zong Yang was only concerned about where Lu Guannan had broken through after swallowing Long Bodhi, and whether Lu Guannan had practiced the new swordsmanship he had created on the basis of the Sanzheng Sword. As soon as he thought of this, he smiled bitterly and sighed, laughing that he really looked like a little uncle.

If the city is the first front, then the south of the tiger prison is the first line of defense, and these days it has accumulated heavy troops and dismissed the residents of the south of the city. The southern wall of the Tiger Prison City is several times higher and thicker than the other three sides, so that the majestic pass stretches for miles like a black dragon, and the end is connected to the dangerous mountains, looking down on the city shrouded in gloomy black clouds in the distance. Now that the fortifications are being built outside the city gate, the tents are full of antlers, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city and there is no wind, and the calm here is impossible to imagine what kind of hell the city in the south has fallen.

Jing Hao took all the Qingqiu disciples into the Tiger Prison City, and went out of the south gate together with the backbone forces sent by the Daomen and the Xiuwu family, and rested in the camp specially prepared by the Chinese army. Jing Hao and several first-generation disciples went to discuss the matter, and brought back the news related to Zongyang that the ten second-generation disciples of Qingqiu immediately set off to the Seven Ancestral Shrine Town on the edge of the city to join the other young disciples of the Four Great Dao Sect who were one step ahead.

On this side of the land, the five major gates lead the various gates, namely Qingqiu Gate, Yizhen Gate, Ning'e Gate, Jianyi Gate and Big Buddha Temple. Among them, Yizhenmen has the longest history, but once upon a time, Qingqiu Gate had the highest reputation, but now there are many strong people in the Sword Intent Gate, and the head of the sect Long Ying is known as half a foot to step into the realm of the Ten Directions Daojun, and there is a tendency to unify all the doors. The other Ning'e Men are all Taoist aunts, and the Great Buddha Temple cultivates Zen Taoism, although there are unborn monks, but there has always been no dispute with the world.

It is reported that there is a group of zombie soldiers and horses entrenched in the Seven Ancestral Halls, only a few hundred, and the strength is not strong, which is also the reason why the younger generation of disciples of the Five Great Dao Sect went to experience.

Before leaving, Zong Yang accidentally met Wu Ji, the son of the Wu family, in the camp of the Chinese army. However, this is not the point, but Zong Yang and Elder Jing Hao rode together before, but now several fellow disciples obviously have no intention of riding with him. Although the senior brother Chongwu had the intention to return a favor for Yue Xiaofeng, but the two big men rode together, Chongwu was really unwilling, but fortunately, the embarrassing situation had taken a turn, and one of the ten masters, Senior Sister Li Heng from the General's Mansion, volunteered to ride together. Since it was a good intention, Zong Yang was inconvenient to refuse, but he just got on horseback, and he was so close to the senior sister with orchid incense, and the men and women did not kiss each other, Zong Yang still didn't know how to deal with himself like a wooden man at first.

Although Li Heng did not have a beautiful appearance, he was also one of the few male disciples of the younger generation in Qingqiu who met in his sleep, seeing that Zong Yang had such a good treatment, the other senior brothers were extremely unhappy, and they didn't know how many words they scolded in their hearts.

When he left the Tiger Prison City and rushed to the Seven Ancestral Shrine Town, these Qi cultivators followed a generation of disciples before, plus Elder Jing Hao was in charge, although they had never seen zombies, they could still be calm. But right now, except for the chief senior brother who is still proud and fearless, the others are obviously intensifying their tension, and they can see the clues from their looks and behaviors, among them, the one named Mu Qingfeng put a talisman on his chest to protect his safety, and he also chanted words all the way, not knowing what he was reciting.

experience, of course, there is a danger of death. When did these young disciples who had never been out of the mountain ever experienced life and death like Zong Yang, wielding a sword and killing someone.

According to the route drawn on the map, the ten people finally arrived at a large maple tree outside the town of Qici at noon the next day.

"Senior brother, where are the disciples of the other four sects?" Li Heng asked.

"We should meet here." Chongwu looked at the Seven Ancestral Shrine Town, where there was no movement.

The other brother, Ma Yue, jumped off his horse and walked under the tree, where there was a bonfire, and although there was a layer of snow on the ground around it, and there were snowflakes in the air, there was only a thin patch of black charcoal. After looking at it, he said, "They should be gone soon." ”

Chongwu snorted with a snort, and said in his heart: "They must be lazy to wait for us, they will enter the town first, and we will go in too." ”

Chongwu said that he would drive his horse to Qici Town, his face was displeased, he was extremely reluctant to let hundreds of zombies let others kill them first, and robbed the first credit.

Several other people followed, and Li Heng, who had been broken, said to Zongyang: "Let's fight for a while, don't stay too far away from me." ”

The implication is that in the melee, you may have to get on the horse at any time, and it is too late for Pope Yang to go far. Another layer of meaning, but is worried that Zong Yang is only in the Nirvana realm after all, although he defeated the genius Wu Ji with a sword in the dragon competition, but in the view of Li Heng, who has been fighting on the battlefield since he was a child, in the melee, superior swordsmanship does not mean invincible, especially when the other party is not only a zombie, but also a soldier who is good at team battles, so he wants Zong Yang not to be too far away from her, so as to have a response.

Zong Yang's heart warmed, in fact, the grievances between sword cultivation and qi cultivation should not be subjectively instilled and continued among the younger generation, but the future of sword cultivation and qi cultivation still needs him to work hard to create. He nodded to Senior Sister Li Heng and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister." ”

Li Heng smiled knowingly, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and drove the horse to catch up.

Entering the town of Qici, the streets are full of discarded and abandoned household utensils, the doors and windows of some high-rise houses have not had time to close in the panic, in addition, there is no imaginary corpse blood spilled, it seems that after the corpse tide appeared, the residents here were dismissed in time.

It was dark, snowflakes were falling quietly, and ten men and nine horsemen were shuttling through the streets and alleys of this dead town, and just as everyone was letting their guard down, Chonggo stopped his horse.

It turned out that on the road ahead, there was a pig's corpse, which had been bitten and only the skeleton remained, and a intestine was dragged to the ground, extending to the side of the river, and there was a stone step leading to the water, and there was a river port.

The water in the river was slow and almost still, and the snowflakes disappeared after falling on the water, and the first few people saw two legs on the river port.

Chongwu dismounted first, ran to the river and leaned over to take a look, but saw a black-armored man dead on the riverport, with a pool of black blood under his body, a rusty knife in his festering hand, a face was gray and shriveled and a little rotten, his eyes were open, and his pupils were red.

"This is a zombie?!" Lu Zijun, the junior disciple behind Chongwu, exclaimed with a cold air.

"It turns out that this virtue is long." Chongwu returned to his horse and admonished, "Everyone be careful. ”

On the next road, there are zombies that have been slain everywhere, their bodies are more or less covered with snow, and the death is horrible, coupled with the smell of corpses emitted from their bodies, which is disgusting.

Thinking that the limelight was about to be exhausted by the disciples of the other four sects, Chongwu urged the junior brothers and sisters to hurry up to the center of the town, and after rushing more than a mile of the road, they finally heard the movement, and the sound of shouting and killing was particularly clear in the snow wind.

On the ancestral hall square in the center of the Seven Ancestral Halls.

The Hundred Zombies were surrounded in the center, and the outermost soldiers held weapons and shields, but their red pupils were full of ferocity. At the very back, there are several zombie generals in heavy armor, riding rotten but armored horses, still drinking the archers to make a final counterattack.

Dozens of blackened, rusty arrows pierced through the snow curtain and shot at those who surrounded them, only to be easily slashed or blocked.

These people are divided into five groups, more than a dozen in crimson robes are disciples of the Sword Intent Sect, eight in bright yellow robes are disciples of Yizhenmen, ten Daogus in white clothes are from Ning'e Gate, five monks from the Great Buddha Temple are chanting scriptures with their hands folded in their mouths, and hundreds of soldiers are the defenders of Tiger Prison City who happen to march through here.

"Everybody wiped them out in one fell swoop!" Qi Xiang, the chief disciple of the Sword Intent Sect, shouted with the heavy sword unique to the Sword Intent Sect.

"Good!" Before Li Bochuan, the chief disciple of the Yizhen Sect, could speak, his body had already shot towards the zombie in the center.

The disciples of Ning'e Sect each had red scarves on their faces, and they were dressed in white and snow, and they didn't have any intention of making a move, for fear of being stained with the blood of zombies.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" Several monks of the Big Buddha Temple are drumming in robes, ready to use murderous intentions to purify evil.

"Kill-" The general of the defenders of Tiger Prison City raised his arms with his sword and shouted, ordering his subordinates to rush and kill.

The trapped beasts are still fighting, thousands of years ago, the fierce soldiers crossed life and death and descended to the world, how could they be willing to lay in ambush corpses once they were in a nest, they roared and rushed out for the last trace of life.

The ability of the corpse lies in the rough skin and hard flesh, the sword and the body are not injured, and as long as the head does not leave the body, it can fight endlessly.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, this will become a terrifying nightmare, but in front of cultivators, it is just a piece of tofu that stinks and hardens.

With less than a hundred zombie soldiers and horses, not only does they have no advantage in numbers, but they are still facing cultivators with great strength and agility and sword energy, and the outcome is already doomed.

When Chongwu led everyone to rush to the ancestral hall square, the last zombie general fought to the death until his waist was cut in half by the sword qi, and the rancid intestines flowed out, and it fell to its knees, and its head was cut off by the Futu crescent shovel of the monk of the Great Buddha Temple.

"Yo, look who's coming!" Qi Xiang, the chief disciple of the Sword Intent Sect, pulled out the heavy sword inserted in the chest of another zombie general, shook off the black stained blood, and teased.

In the eyes of everyone, Chongwu sat on the tall horse with his hands on his chest and was expressionless, his pride became more and more unrestrained in front of outsiders.

"What's the spirit!" Qi Xiang scolded softly, put away his sword and turned around. The Sword Intent Sect and the Qingqiu Sect have been secretly competing in recent years, and as the chief disciple of the Sword Intent Sect, of course, they want to trample the chief disciple of the Qingqiu Sect under their feet all the time.

"Senior Brother Chonggo!" Ren Bochuan, the chief disciple of Yizhenmen, led all the juniors and disciples to greet him in a friendly manner, and the relationship between Yizhenmen and Qingqiumen was extremely harmonious.

Seeing that Ren Bochuan came to greet him, Chongwu was not good at standing on the horse, so he jumped off the horse and nodded in response to his colleagues from Yizhenmen.

The disciples of the other Three Great Dao Gates also surrounded them, but the defenders of Tiger Prison City collected their weapons from the zombies all over the ground, and did not want to participate in the conversation between the Dao Gates.

Zong Yang dismounted with Li Heng and came behind Chongwu.

"Huh!" Qi Xiang noticed Zong Yang, who was wearing a gray eye-catching named disciple's uniform, and pointed to Lang and said, "Is there a shortage of people in Qingqiu Sect, why do you want to send a registered disciple to fill the number?" ”

After his noise, everyone's eyes fell on Zong Yang, although these female disciples of Ning'e Sect had scarves covering their faces, their wonderful eyes exposed showed admiration at the same time.

Qi Xiang was carrying a double sword, the heavy sword of the Sword Intent Gate was already majestic, and the two on his back were even more domineering, he swaggered to Zong Yang's side, leaned over and asked: "This junior brother, when you go out, you have to sit on the senior sister's horse, and you look so delicate, could it be that you are a woman pretending to be a man?" Ha ha! ”

All the disciples of the Sword Intent Sect echoed and the senior brother laughed.

Zong Yang just smiled slightly, I don't know how many such jumping clowns have encountered in my life.

"Qi Xiang, when will it be your turn to count the disciples of Qingqiu Sect?!" Chongwu attaches great importance to face, although Zong Yang is a sword cultivator, he is still a disciple of Qingqiu outside.

Qi Xiang raised his eyebrows, moved his neck bone, and replied: "How dare you, I just care." By the way, why did you come so early? We've done your part. ”

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Qi Xiang, since the senior brothers of Qingqiu Sect are here, let's discuss the next step as soon as possible." A young monk in the Big Buddha Temple didn't want to listen to Qi Xiang's verbal argument anymore, so he hurriedly interrupted the round.

Qi Xiang walked up to the young monk with a smile on his face, reached out and touched the other party's bald head, and quipped: "Xiao Lonely, you are the most worried." ”

The four senior brothers behind the lonely path sneered at King Kong, they were used to seeing Qi Xiang's rude behavior these days, but it didn't hurt for the little junior brother to laugh, so he dared to be angry but couldn't beat him. In Buddhism, peers only rank according to the length of the Buddhist gate, unlike Taoist priests who cultivate the way of heaven and rank first with strength. Although he is a junior brother, he has already received the Bodhisattva vows, and there are twelve ring scars on his head, and when he is older, he must be the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple.

"Huh?" At this moment, Zong Yang suddenly vaguely sensed the surging danger from all around.

"Senior Brother Zongyang, what's wrong?" Li Heng noticed Zong Yang's expression and asked softly.

Because Zong Yang couldn't confirm it for the time being, he replied first: "It's okay." ”

Who knew that this small detail of Zong Yang was still taken into the eyes of a junior disciple behind Qi Xiang, he only expected that Zong Yang was a little frightened when he saw the zombies all over the ground, in order not to miss the opportunity to humiliate Qingqiumen again, he hurriedly said: "Senior brother, do you see it!" The registered disciple of Qingqiu Sect seemed to be a little flustered, did we kill a little cruel, and he will have a nightmare tonight, haha. ”

"Oh?!" Qi Xiang glanced at Zong Yang with disdain this time, no longer harassed the silent path, and walked past the female junior sisters of Ning'e Gate in a particularly chic manner, put his arm on Ren Bochuan's shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Ren, since Qingqiumen has brought a drag oil bottle, why don't we find a place to rest first, and then make plans after discussing it at night?" ”

Ren Bochuan smiled awkwardly and said, "It's okay, what do the others mean?" Senior Brother Chonggo? ”

Chongwu has been holding back, if it weren't for the overall situation, if it weren't for Qi Xiang only humiliating Zong Yang, who is a sword cultivator, he would have drawn his sword a long time ago. However, Qi Xiang's proposal to find a place to rest was indeed reasonable, and he agreed.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Qi Xiang felt that he had a lot of face, and felt that these disciples of the Five Great Dao Sects were under his control, so he turned to the general of the defenders of Tiger Prison City and said, "General Wang, I will have you to deal with the aftermath here." ”

Aftermath is actually piling zombies together and burning them to ashes.

Qi Xiang turned around and instructed a junior disciple: "Youda, you go up to the roof and take a look, where is there an inn in this Seven Ancestral Town." ”

The Sword Intent Sect disciple answered and walked through the crowd, jumped onto the roof, and looked out. After turning around, he saw a figure standing in the corner of the eaves of a tall building in the distance.

"Huh-"

When this Sword Intent Sect disciple was shocked, Qi Xiang below looked at the back of his junior disciple and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It seems to be ......"

The disciple of the Sword Intent Sect was still staring into the distance, but just as he was talking, he suddenly stopped, and everyone saw an arrow piercing his head, and some people were sporadically bleeding on their faces.

Enemy attack!

The thought flashed through everyone's minds in an instant.