The disciples of the Five Great Dao Sects present all noticed the fierce sword qi carried on this arrow, which was an arrow shot by a master above the Yan Realm, and it was so easy to kill a disciple of the Sword Intent Sect who had been cultivating for more than 20 years.

Qi Xiang, the chief disciple of the Sword Intent Sect, jumped onto the most dangerous roof with a gloomy face, his feet collapsed heavily, and he raised a natal heavy sword behind him, glaring into the distance, he wanted to see who dared to shoot his fellow disciples. At a glance through the snow, through the dim sky, he saw more than a dozen black figures on the rooftops in the distance constantly jumping and approaching, and on the eaves of a tall building, a figure stood still, drawing a bow and arrows, and at the moment when the snow wind stopped for a while, an arrow burst into the air.

The disciples of the Five Great Dao Sect standing on the ground did not see this scene, but suddenly there was a long horn sound, like a giant beast waking up and roaring in this gloomy world, followed by the deafening sound of horses' hooves and the roar of zombie ghosts swept from all directions.

Qi Xiang's heavy sword accurately slashed the flying arrows, looked around at the surging black tide with cold eyes, and shouted behind him: "There are thousands of zombie soldiers and horses surrounding!" ”

"Array! Hurry up! General Wang, who was in the defenders of Tiger Prison City, drew his sword and shouted, his face full of horror. For them, thousands of zombie soldiers are a nightmare!

At the same time, Li Bochuan, the chief disciple of Yizhenmen, had already led his junior disciples to the west of the square, and the five monks of the Great Buddha Temple also cooperated to guard to the east, because Qi Xiang was still standing on the roof to provoke the archer, and the disciples of the Sword Intent Gate were also standing still in the south, and Chongwu led the junior brothers and sisters to the female disciples of Ning'e Gate to respond in the middle.

"Don't get too far away from me for a while." Li Heng calmly held the sword, and did not forget to tell Zongyang again.

"Yes." Zong Yang nodded, and then looked at the disciples of the other Four Great Dao Sects, looking at their confident appearances, they must have regarded the zombie soldiers and horses that surged up as local chickens and dogs, and they were ready to kill.

On one side is the defenders of Tiger Prison City who are timid before fighting, and on the other side is the confident and proud young generation of elites of the Five Great Dao Sect, when the smell of corpses comes, the war finally begins!

The red-eyed zombie soldiers roared into the square with their swords, and the heavily armored zombie riders were even more unstoppable like a black wind. The disciples of Yizhenmen and the Great Buddha Temple have fallen into a battle formation, one after another sword qi is spurring, the wails of zombies are coming and going, the severed head and stump hands are flying in the air with black blood, and there are already zombies with the heads of the owl poured into the snow on the ground. But the defenders of Tiger Prison City are a different scene, the zombie soldiers and horses have an advantage as soon as the battle starts, the bright red hot blood is like a red flower blooming everywhere, only one Tiger Prison City defender is killed, there are three or five zombie soldiers pounced on the corpse, tearing the skin and flesh and devouring it, the zombie who killed the defender of the Tiger Prison City will cut off the corpse and pin it to the waist, and there are several strong zombie soldiers who have several bloody and scattered heads hanging on their waists.

The enemy from the south also arrived, but to his surprise, it was not the zombie soldiers and horses of the black press, but the zombie Taoist priest with blue eyes!

According to the news from the front line, there are many blue-eyed zombie Taoists in the zombie army, they not only preserve their cultivation before their death, but also their corpses are even more terrifying. As for their identity, it is said that they are righteous people who died in a battle with the zombie army thousands of years ago.

Qi Xiang on the roof first blocked the three zombie Taoists, and the other zombie Taoists swarmed into the crowd of the Sword Intent Gate, and a thin black-faced zombie Taoist priest raised the long sword behind his back, and in the midst of the corpse aura, the long sword flashed suddenly, and was about to attack and kill a disciple of the Sword Intent Gate who only had a psychic realm.

"When—"

Chongwu had already jumped up from his horse, and he also raised his long sword in the air, blocking the flying sword of the black-faced zombie Taoist, and the disciples of Qingqiu Sect were divided into three, supporting the east, west, and south respectively, while the female disciples of Ning'e Gate went to reinforce the defenders of Tiger Prison City. In fact, by the time they joined, half of the defenders of the two hundred Tiger Prison had already been killed, the viscous blood had melted the snow, and the stumps and internal organs on the ground were like hell slaughterhouses. Where have these female disciples seen so many dead people, where have they seen such a disgusting scene, and in the blink of an eye, they have lost seven points of battle intent and three points of combat power.

"Ahh

To the south, a disciple of the Sword Intent Sect was split in half by the sword qi of the zombie Taoist priest, and hot blood splashed on the faces of the surrounding fellow disciples, and before another disciple of the Sword Intent Sect could feel pain, an arrow pierced his skull.

"Yes!" Qi Xiang was furious, and looked at the archer standing on the flagpole not far away, but the three zombie Taoist priests in front of him did not allow him to be distracted, and at the same time raised their swords and stabbed at him.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng!" Another urgent call, from Lu Zijun of Qingqiu Gate.

Zong Yang turned around to look, and it turned out that Mu Qingfeng, who had been chanting the Tibetan Dao talisman all the way to keep him safe, had his right arm holding the sword removed. At this time, among all the people, except for Zong Yang, who was protected by Li Heng and didn't fight much, it was Chongwu who was the most relaxed, he forced the black-faced zombie Taoist priest away with his sword, and quickly went to protect Mu Qingfeng, who knew that this black-faced zombie Taoist priest was not stalking Chongwu, and the sword attacked the only female disciple so the eye-catching Li Heng.

Li Heng was in the middle of the battle, and he didn't notice the flying sword that was quietly attacking, Zong Yang accurately captured the trajectory of the flying sword, and slashed it out with his sword, this sword was a full force into the sword, and the flying sword of the black-faced zombie Taoist priest was slapped to the ground like a fly, and it was turned three times.

The black-faced zombie Taoist priest's face was bitter, and his divine sense was obviously greatly damaged, and his hands were sealed, and his flying sword rose in the air, this time directly attacking Zong Yang.

Entering the Yan Realm and the Spirit Realm, the biggest lifeline is that it is difficult to deal with the life-killing flying sword that comes and goes without a trace, and the speed of the sword in his hand cannot keep up with the flying sword controlled by the divine sense.

The flying sword of the black-faced zombie Taoist attacked Zong Yang like a rainstorm poisonous bee, but Zong Yang slashed the flying sword with an absolute defensive sword, and during the period, he also killed a zombie Taoist priest who entered the Yan Realm in seconds, but the surrounding fellow Daoists were fighting in their own melees, and they had no time to care about what Qingqiu's named disciples were doing.

"Your flying sword, too slow, too slow." Zong Yang thought silently in his heart, and smiled slightly at the black-faced zombie Taoist priest, who knew that Li Heng behind him suddenly scolded: "Why did you go so far, don't die?!" Come here! ”

"Yes, Senior Sister." Zong Yang stupidly retreated to Li Heng's side, directly ignoring the black-faced zombie Taoist.

Looking at the whole battle situation, in fact, the situation is not optimistic, less than half a pillar of incense time, the disciples of the Four Great Daomen who easily surrounded and killed the hundred zombies no longer have the slightest superiority, and the current enemy is several levels stronger than before, although the disciples of Yizhenmen and the Great Buddha Temple in the east and west have the reinforcements of the disciples of Qingqiumen, but in the face of the zombie soldiers and horses who can't finish killing and pounce on them layer by layer, they have retreated to back to back, as for the defenders of Tiger Prison City in the north, they have all died, and the poor female disciples of Ning'e Gate have no time to retreat, Surrounded in the middle of the hellish slaughterhouse, their spirits were on the verge of collapse, no longer fluttering fairies, but helpless women in deep fear.

The dozen or so disciples of Qingqiu Sect and Sword Intent Sect in the south originally had the confidence to carry the dozen zombie Taoist priests in front of them, but when they saw that three sides had fallen behind them, and more than twenty zombie Taoist priests had come out, they were also panicked.

These disciples grew up in the era of peace, cultivated under the praise and care of their teachers, and their young hearts and arrogant conceit were ruthlessly shattered at this moment, and many disciples were already overwhelmed with fear, they had never experienced the scene of life and death, but they witnessed the tragic death of their fellow disciples, the zombies that could not be killed, and at this time they had the consciousness of death. But who wants to die?! The more I don't want to die, the more frightened my heart becomes, and under the fear, the will to fight gradually fades, and if I don't fight, I will die.

The gloomy world is a coffin, the snow is paper money, and the breath of death spreads in the fishy wind.

Who can save the mortal situation? Who can turn the tide?!

"Retreat south!"

At this time, a voice calmed their panic, but when they looked at the thirty or so zombie Taoist priests to the south, they were extremely discouraged.

This voice came from Zong Yang, he broke away from the protection of Senior Sister Li Heng, and passed by Chongwu, who was not angry and frowned but still proud, and came to the front, ignoring the surprised gaze behind him, and the corners of his lips under his long hair moved.

"Kenji!"

Originally, he wanted to hide his strength, originally he wanted to hide his anger, but now in the situation, he has to go all out!

The big black sword reflected in everyone's pupils, Zongyang Whale sucked the aura of heaven and earth around his body, as well as the faint light of the sun that filled it, a small but dazzling golden sun appeared out of thin air and suspended behind him, and then, his whole body ignited with golden black flames, spreading to the big black sword.

"Drink—"

Zong Yang slashed with all his strength, and a blazing sword qi was like a round of fire moon descending, reflecting the gray faces of all the zombie Taoist priests in the red range, they fled in a hurry, and the fire moon that fell into the sky slashed across the house in an instant, and the roof collapsed. In their hearts, they must have concluded that this round of Fire Moon should be a big move, and Zong Yang must be the end of the strong crossbow, but to their surprise, several rounds of Fire Moon cut through the space and slashed one after another. Seven or eight zombie Taoist priests who could not avoid it in the air swung their sword qi to resist, but they were cut in half in the blink of an eye, and the fire of the sun burned their dead yin bodies.

Zong Yang, who was like a god descending from the heavens, opened the gap in the south, and the remaining disciples of the Four Great Dao Sect were reborn and fled with their lives, and they had no time to shock the blockbuster of the Qingqiu Famous Disciples. At this moment, another arrow pierced the head of the monk of the Great Buddha Temple, and the bronze bowl sacrificed by the monk of the Spiritual Realm was too late to resist.

Knowing the danger of the arrows, Zong Yang grabbed the back of a zombie Taoist priest next to him in the scuffle and threw it to the flagpole where the archer was twenty zhang away.

The first to rush out of the disciples of the Sword Intent Sect, where to take care of Zong Yang after the break, Qi Xiang shouted: "Let's retreat separately!" Regardless of the meaning of the other three sects, he led the only five remaining junior disciples of the Sword Intent Sect to take the road.

Evacuating separately can indeed distract the enemy's sight, so as not to be pursued by the enemy with all his strength and lead to total death, and after looking at each other's Dao Lin of the Great Buddha Temple, he also retreated in different directions.

The Qingqiu Sect disciples who rushed out at the end were still seven people and four horsemen under the protection of Zong Yang's best efforts, and they forcibly pulled the reins of their horses to stop, and Li Heng shouted to Zong Yang, who was injured behind him: "Senior Brother Zong Yang, get on the horse quickly!" ”

As soon as Zong Yang turned around, he saw three phosphorus rockets flying high above his head, making a chiming sound, which was exactly in the direction of the escape of the disciples of the Three Great Dao Sects, and on the periphery of Qici Town, the other thousand zombie soldiers and horses who were standing still saw these three signal arrows and began to cover up.

In the blink of an eye, Zong Yang was surrounded by more than a dozen zombie Taoists on the inner layer, and the zombie soldiers on the outer layer were even more surrounded like a tide, and the archers in the distance found a new high point, and shot an arrow at the seven people of Qingqiu Gate, Chongwu Imperial Sword resisted thrillingly, and at the same time, the black-faced zombie Taoist priest of the Spirit Realm was the seven people on the horse who attacked the sword sneak attack, and if the sword missed, he used the flying sword to cut the horse, and he decided to leave these people.

There is no room for hesitation here, otherwise the zombie Taoist priests and zombie soldiers who are surging will be able to devour these people in an instant, and if they reach that time, they will really have no skills to return to the sky. Zong Yang desperately won a chance to breathe in the hard battle, and after handing the sword to his left hand with his right hand, he grabbed the zombie soldiers around him again, threw them at the archer in three in a row, and then slashed out a sword qi and attacked the black-faced zombie Taoist priest who concentrated on the sword. He completed these movements extremely quickly, and after taking a few swords in his body, he yelled at them, "Go! ”

Chongwu's face was mixed with blood and sweat, and after glancing at Zong Yang, he gritted his teeth and yelled in the same way: "Go!" ”

Li Heng understood that if she delayed for another half a moment, she would not only implicate the senior brothers, but also make Zong Yang's fearlessness meaningless, she felt a pain in her heart, kicked the horse's belly with her heel, and galloped away.

Because Chongwu and the others fled in the same direction as several disciples of the Sword Intent Sect, the archer stopped shooting the signal arrow, it jumped to the nearby roof, jumped to the ground, and a herald knelt down to listen to the order.

"Pass my order and besiege this person with all your might."

"Yes!" The herald took the order and departed.

The originally noisy square was only the gasping sound of zombie soldiers one after another at this time, and they had surrounded Zong Yang densely, and a pair of red eyes stared at Zong Yang angrily, and the battle knife Huo Huo.

Zong Yang clenched his eyes tightly and closed his eyes, his bulging chest was inhaling for a long time, and his divine consciousness was extended to the surroundings with all his might, and then he used the greatest potential of his body to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and the power of the sun, and the somewhat dim sun behind him burst out with dazzling light, white and dazzling. He has realized that he can't kill all these zombies in front of him, so he has to die here, although there are still many things to be done, but he never regrets every decision.

Zong Yang suddenly opened his eyes and roared at the ugly zombie soldiers: "Come on! ”

The next moment, a monstrous roar responded to Zong Yang.

……

On this day, it was originally a day when the Five Great Daomen arranged for the elite disciples of the younger generation to kill a small group of zombies and gain experience from them, and there would be no danger.

Half an hour has passed, and the dust has settled in the three places on the outskirts of Qici Town.

In the first place, Qi Xiang, the chief disciple of the Sword Intent Sect, was lying quietly on the snow, his eyes were hollow, the snowflakes fell on his face and melted, only the scabbard was left behind his back, and his body was still shaking, because four zombie soldiers were devouring his body, and a zombie Taoist priest walked to his head and raised his sword in his hand. Around him, there were also five mutilated corpses that had long been cold.

In the second place, seven headless skeletons were scarlet, and only by those ragged clothes could they be identified as disciples of the Otoshin Gate.

In the third place, the corpses of the zombie soldiers were piled up on a hill, and on the top of the hill, a young monk folded his hands but had died, allowing the zombie soldiers to gnaw at him.

As for the seven people and four horses of Qingqiu Gate, they were gone.

In the square in the center of the town, the corpses of the defenders of Tiger Prison City in a corner were buried crookedly under the snow like frosty embroidered shoes, and the female disciples of Ning'e Sect in white had died of incense, but they couldn't tell for a while.

On the other side of the square, the ground was full of dead zombies, one was at least an archer who had entered the Yan Realm, a black-faced zombie Taoist priest in the Spirit Realm, dozens of zombie Taoists who had entered the Yan Realm, and seven or eight hundred zombie soldiers, such a lineup, but at this time, Zong Yang had not been killed.

In fact, there are advantages and disadvantages of many people. The disadvantage is that Zong Yang does not draw the ground as a prison, carrying these zombies to death, but running around like a swimming dragon, dealing with those zombie soldiers everywhere he goes is to chop vegetables and cut melons, and to deal with the zombie Taoist priests who enter the Yan Realm, only to eliminate the blazing sword qi as soon as it comes out, it is to kill them, and they are afraid that the sword qi will hurt their own people, and they are always overstretched. The advantage is that the crowd tactics have dragged Zong Yang to the limit of his body, and the sun behind him is very dim.

For Zong Yang, the two biggest threats were the archer and the black-faced zombie Taoist. The latter's flying sword often takes advantage of the chaos to sneak attack, but in front of the big black sword, it is like a grasshopper shaking a tree, every time it is knocked away by the big black sword, the sword body is cracked, not to mention, the black-faced zombie Taoist is bound to spit out a mouthful of black blood, and finally Zong Yang fought the danger of being pierced by the broken sword of the black-faced zombie Taoist, and slashed the black-faced zombie Taoist with a sword.

Zong Yang dragged it without anger, I don't know how many times this is the first time he has been surrounded to death, a gust of snow wind blew his wet hair soaked in black blood, he raised his head, his fierce eyes widened angrily, and roared again: "Come on!" ”

Looking at Zong Yang's bloody body, the wounds were all over the place, except for the wound on his chest that was pierced by the broken sword, he was wearing an arrow on his waist, and he also nailed an arrow to his left shoulder blade, both of which were engraved with runes, which were caused by the archer's desperate self-inflicted death move of eight hundred and shooting eight controllable flying arrows.

The remaining two hundred zombie soldiers have been killed, how dare they step forward, the strong flesh they rely on to be proud of is even more tender than tofu in front of the big black sword.

The scene is almost over, and on the roof of a tall building in the distance, I don't know when a slender figure stands, and the snow in the sky is matched into a beautiful picture. She wore a slim black gauze long skirt and was elegant, with a black lotus flower faintly embroidered on her back, and her long ink-colored hair was simply tied back, reflecting a snow-white and flawless face.

She was carrying a Tang knife with a red sandalwood sheath, a pure white bracelet in her slender hand, and a pair of autumn water eyes quietly stared at Zong Yang who was surrounded below, and murmured lightly: "Flawless realm." ”

The remaining seven or eight zombie Taoist priests made a final culling at the signal of the archers, and the eight hundred zombie soldiers on the periphery had already rushed to the edge of the square.

Zong Yang wanted to burst out with the last of his strength, but as soon as his qi was exhausted, his body was so weak that he could no longer absorb the aura of heaven and earth and the power of the sun, and the sun behind him dissipated in an instant.

"Kill !!"

Reinforcements have arrived, and the zombie soldiers are shouting and rushing up, vowing to cut Zong Yang with a thousand knives.

Zong Yang can only draw the ground as a prison now, trembling with one arm trembling with his muscles and veins, and when he was about to fight to the death, a black figure floated to the ground, facing the zombie soldiers who rushed to kill, the eye-catching and bright Tang knife came out of its sheath, and it seemed to be a sword without momentum, but it was a cold sword qi, bombarding more than a dozen zombie soldiers in the lead.

"Ahh

These zombie soldiers didn't have time to howl in fear, and their bodies were instantly frozen in place, not only forming a thick layer of extremely frozen ice, but also growing beautiful ice flowers, and the ice flowers then bloomed and exploded, and the petals shot at the surrounding zombie soldiers, and as soon as each petal touched the zombie soldiers, they would freeze, and then bloom into ice flowers again, and then explode.

What a terrifying trick this is! The temperature of the entire space plummeted, and Zong Yang watched in shock as the zombie soldiers were frozen and turned into ice sculptures.

Knowing that there was a strong man who could not be resisted, the archer hurriedly gave the order and ordered his soldiers and horses to retreat, but in fact, without its order, those zombie soldiers had already broken and fled, but in the end, no one could escape the blooming ice flower, and after a while, the entire Seven Ancestral Shrine Town was quiet.

"Aren't you in pain when you have so many injuries?" The woman's expression was even colder than her tricks.

"It's good to be alive." Zong Yang looked at the woman's side face and smiled slightly. He was still able to stand, all thanks to the support of non-resentment.

"There's one alive in the well over there."

The woman said that she sacrificed the Tang knife, and the red tassels on the handle of the knife were strung with a simple copper coin, which was particularly beautiful, she jumped on the Tang knife and flew away.

……

The north gate of the city.

Outside the city is the fortress camp of the soldiers and horses defending the city, on the city wall, rows of archers are taking turns to shoot the zombie soldiers and horses in the city ready to break through the north gate, and a group of 10,000 strong soldiers are fighting with the zombie soldiers and horses in the city, and there is no shortage of Taoist priests in the two camps.

This is the last line of defense of the city, if it is breached, then the zombie soldiers and horses will drive straight in, and those people who have not had time to enter the tiger prison city will be devoured by the tide of corpses, turning into carrion in the belly of the zombies and dry bones all over the field.

Looking at the entire city, it was already devastated, some huge buildings were still burning, and every corner of the city was soaked in dried blood.

"General, the Chinese soldiers and horses in the city are about to be unable to support it, so I'd better evacuate quickly, and then try to counterattack when we get to Tiger Prison City!" On the city wall, a partial general knelt to the town guard.

The town guard frowned and choked his wrists, those people who fled from the city had not yet entered the Tiger Prison City, if he ordered to retreat at this time, it would only make him guilty, but if he did not retreat early, those robes who fought to the death would be sent to death in vain.

At this dilemma, suddenly there was a commotion on the city wall, and someone shouted: "God has descended from heaven!" God has descended from heaven! ”

On both sides of the city wall, there were indeed two people left in the air, one of them looked like a young man, carrying a peachwood sword, wearing a purple coat and a crown, and a long hairpin was inserted on each side of the hair crown, and a sword-shaped rune banner was hung on it. The other person is a bald monk, with twelve ring scars on the top of his head, but each ring scar has a black Sanskrit text, he is strong on the snow day, his body looks like the King of Tota, and his right hand is holding a thick statue of King Kong Bodhisattva.

The bald monk looked down at the fighting beings under the city wall, and now he was angry, and jumped hard from the city wall dozens of zhang high, and after flying more than 100 zhang away, he smashed vertically into the most dense camp of zombie soldiers and horses, and with a bang, a violent yellow air wave radiated in all directions with the bald monk as the center, and hundreds of zombies were shocked like flying sand and stones, and they would definitely die.

The other boy was still standing on the city wall, sticking out the tip of his tongue to catch a piece of snow, and after tasting it carefully, he smiled strangely, and the natal sword behind his back was immediately sacrificed. This is a quaint peach core sword, the peach core is engraved with cinnabar runes, the boy jumped on the sword, like a meteor flying into the battlefield, each time he stayed, he left a large luminous rune on the ground, a total of twelve times, from a high altitude overlooking it is just a circle, the diameter is about 100 zhang, and finally the boy fell in the center of the circle, the cinnabar rune on the peach wood sword glowed red, the boy inserted the sword into the ground, silently recited the Taoist scriptures in his mouth, and the zombie soldiers around him waited for the opportunity to kill, but the boy was indifferent, and he suddenly put his palms to the ground, which turned out to be on the palms of his hands, It is also tattooed with two red rune arrays of different shapes.

"Hum—"

The rune array laid by the young man was instantly activated, and for a while, red light burst out in the circumference, and the zombies standing inside wailed and disappeared.

Seeing such divine methods, on the city wall, the defenders erupted in exclamations that shook the sky, and the Taoist priests in the battlefield all stopped and admired the immortal demeanor of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch.