Roar!

With a roar, the white-haired zombie leaped up from the ground with red eyes, raised its nails, which were sharper than knives, and stabbed directly at the slow-walking idol.

The idol was sluggish, and with every step it took, tiny debris of dirt scattered on its body.

He raised his right hand, but before he could fall, he was stabbed in the heart by a zombie's fingernail.

The white-haired zombie is very hard, it should be because he was punched and went wild, and the nails that pierced into the idol went deep into the body.

The mouth protruding from the two fangs let out several demonstrative roars.

If someone else is stabbed like this, it is estimated that they will be torn apart by the huge force of the zombie immediately, first piercing into ten blood holes, and then tearing people apart with a single force.

But the idol was made of mud, and even if it was stabbed, it would not hurt at all.

The zombies were still screaming and demonstrating, while swinging their arms constantly, presumably trying to tear the idol apart from the middle.

Boom!

The idol's raised fist fell, and it smashed straight into the face of the zombie in front of it, making a muffled bang.

Even the zombies, who are known for their copper skin and iron bones, were hit by this punch and had a mark on their faces slightly sunken, and even the fangs in their mouths were crooked.

The zombie was knocked down and withdrawn by the punch.

The idol looked down at its chest, where there were several deep holes, some extremely deep enough to penetrate directly from the front to the back.

Boom - many of the broken clods of dirt broken by the zombies fell from the idol's chest, which made the damage to his chest a few more points.

But it doesn't matter, the god statue is made of mud, he doesn't know the pain, and he won't be afraid, he just gave birth to a little spirituality, and was instructed by Xia Zhicicada to deal with the white-haired zombies.

Bang bang bang!

The idol strode towards the zombie and raised its fist again.

The white-haired zombie only showed a little fear this time, although he was not flexible, but he was much faster than the idol's movements.

There was wind under his feet, and he dodged the attack of the god statue with a fast speed, and then bypassed the high platform in the middle of the main hall and went straight to Xia Zhicicada behind.

Maybe he knew that the actions of the idol were all because of Xia Zhicicada, and as long as he killed this person, it would all end naturally.

"Huh!"

Xia Zhician sneered, how could he be stupid enough to stand in place and be attacked by zombies, as early as when the other party dodged the attack of the idol, he rushed over with an arrow.

As soon as the zombie dodged the fist of the idol, his invisible sword aura arrived.

Airplanes!

Out of thin air, there was a sword roar.

The invisible sword qi flew out from Xia Zhicicada's palm, and went straight to the vital point of the zombies, compared to the reverse pattern knife that was sharp but could not cut a single hair, the invisible sword qi was more powerful in this regard.

The zombie's incoming form paused visibly in mid-air, and then deviated from its original direction and landed in a corner of the main hall.

The corner of the main hall, which was already in disrepair, was knocked out of a hole by a zombie as hard as iron, and a lot of gravel and clods fell all over the ground, and the dust raised made Xia Zhicicada unable to see the zombie's figure all of a sudden.

"Look at what, hurry up and get it on me!"

The statue was sluggish, and it was still frozen in place after the zombies had already flown out and crashed into the main hall. Xia Zhician couldn't help but pat him, and then pointed to the corner of the collapsed hall.

The idol staggered over.

Roar!

The zombie stood up from the mound of rocks, he didn't rush to find Xia Zhicicada for revenge, but looked down at his waist.

The hair, which was originally three inches longer than steel, had been shaved off, leaving only black, dry skin.

He looked at Xia Zhicicada's gaze with even more fear.

Although the fist of the idol was very heavy, it was not as serious as the power of Xia Zhiciao's sword just now, which damaged his body.

The zombie doesn't know what's going on, his brain is not as good as the average youkai, but he feels very accurate, and he does things completely on instinct.

The reason why Xia Zhician was able to cause so much damage to the zombie just now was not because the invisible sword qi was really powerful, but because he happened to find the acupuncture point on the zombie's waist.

And...... I don't know if it's because of the previous immortal sword qi, but now Xia Zhiciao's own invisible sword qi has become more condensed than at the beginning, and the sword qi is also sharper.

Boom!

The idol raised its fist and slammed it into the zombie's face door again, this time hearing the cracking sound of bones even from a dozen paces away.

Roar!

Each heavier attack also aroused the wildness of the zombies, and he didn't dare to provoke the unfathomable Xia Zhicicada, so he sprinkled all his anger on the idol in front of him.

Sharp nails slashed at the idol's shell like a plough in a farmland, and deep furrows were dug into the idol's surface.

Dirt debris sprinkled from his fingertips.

In this way, the zombie still did not understand the hatred, and he took advantage of the gap between the statue's raised fists, threw himself directly into his arms, opened his mouth with sharp fangs, and bit down on the neck of the statue.

Again, the idol is made of clay.

The angry white-haired zombie only bit a mouthful of mud, and although he did gnaw a hole in the idol's neck, it had no real effect on the idol's movements.

Boom!

The huge fist smashed down, and the zombie that was still powerful just now was smashed into the mound again, and then the idol actually raised its foot this time and kicked it hard.

Roar!

The zombie struggled to get out of the dirt, he still stubbornly grabbed at the idol, the idol's fist was very powerful, but this time he actually carried it hard and scratched it twice.

More than half of the upper body of the idol has been destroyed by zombies, and if the zombies and the idol continue to consume each other, the result must be that the idol will collapse into a pile of loess first.

So Xia Zhicicada made a move.

Airplanes!

Another sword roar.

The zombie seemed to have remembered the pain caused by the sound, so he chose to dodge backwards almost at the same time as the sound sounded, completely ignoring the idol's attack.

But his location was a corner of the main hall, in front of him was the unshakable statue of the god, and not far behind him was the inner wall of the main hall, and there was almost no way back to retreat.

Boom!

The zombie of the idol's fist did not dodge, although this time it did not fall on his face, but smashed on the top of his chest, which also caused him a lot of damage.

The greater damage was an inch-long sword mark on the zombie's thigh, white hair had fallen out, and a wound had been torn in the dark brown skin.

That's right, it's a wound, a wound caused by Xia Zhiciao's invisible sword qi.

Zombies like to drink blood, but they don't have any blood in their bodies, not even other fluids, dead flesh of the same color under the dry and shriveled skin, and the torn wounds don't bleed, just ooze a little black liquid, and a disgusting foam gushes around the wounds.

Roar!

For the first time, the injured zombie let out the loudest roar, and he did not dare to attack the idol again, but turned around and hit the inner wall of the hall that had been smashed out of a large hole after he got up.

In fact, the wall of the main hall was not thick, and it was originally partially collapsed by zombies, but now it was deliberately hit hard, and the zombies almost easily knocked out a big hole, and the figure flashed out.

"Not good!"

Xia Zhician didn't think that this zombie actually wanted to escape, he patted the statue and motioned for the other party to walk out from the main entrance of the main hall, the hole that the zombie crashed out of was not big, and the statue actually wanted to get into it stupidly.

He himself relied on his dexterity to get out.

The idol showed an indignant expression, but obediently turned around and staggered towards the main entrance of the main hall.

Since the statue of the god was carried into this hall, those who built the temple and burned incense would never have thought that one day this statue would come out of the hall by itself.

The crowd of corpses that had gathered in the front yard had been reduced by more than half, and the reason was that Nanji, who danced like a windmill in the middle of the courtyard, vented all his anger on these corpses who didn't feel anything.

The group of corpses that were almost invisible, but he actually reduced most of them in a short period of time, mainly because of the peach blossoms that appeared on Nan Er's face now, as well as the black qi that kept pouring out of the backline knife.

Originally, two or three were killed at most with a single knife, but now the long knife wrapped in black qi just swept slightly, and those corpses fell down like grass broken by the wind, and they fell in large pieces.

Nan Er's crazy dancing knife, and the corpse fragments piled up under his feet became more and more, and gradually piled up a hill in the front yard.

At the bottom of the mountain are the corpses that keep climbing up, and on the mountain are the swordsmen who are standing still.

At this time, he hadn't noticed that a black shadow suddenly came around the corner of the courtyard, which was originally inconspicuous in the corpse group, but when the black shadow approached, those unconscious walking corpses actually took the initiative to get out of the way.

The black shadow is the white-haired zombie that escaped.

He turned and went into the front yard, and grabbed two corpses at random, and put the already crooked fangs together, I don't know whether to bite or gnaw, in short, to make a piercing grinding sound.

Having eaten the corpses in his hands, he approached the corpses again, and the corpses that had not been conscious only because of the corpse qi on his body had come back to life had an almost instinctive fear of zombies.

The corpses dodged away, revealing a clearing.

Nan Er, who was fighting, saw the white-haired zombie that made him angry, and his heart was filled with anger again, and he didn't care that Xia Zhician said that he couldn't beat the zombie, so he rushed over with a knife.

"Bastard! Eat Lao Tzu with a knife! ”

Nan Er stomped on both feet, and the whole person jumped on top of the zombie, the long knife in his hand was instantly wrapped in evil qi, and the originally bright blade completely turned black.

Black as the night.

Airplanes!

The long knife swept by, and the zombie thought it was the same as the previous time, so he simply raised his hand to block it, blocking the long knife with one hand, and stabbing Nan Er with a strong momentum with the other hand.

Sa –

With the monstrous anger of its master, the reverse pattern long knife cut off the left arm of the white-haired zombie blocking in front of him.