"Poisonous zombie!"

Li Qingyun's face turned pale.

He is confident that his talent is in no way inferior to anyone's.

However, the three sons of the blood slaughter are different!

The blood transformation son has a magic weapon knife embryo, the hundred devils have a magic weapon hundred soul banner embryos, and the poisonous zombie also has powerful means.

He doesn't have any of these things!

How can this compare?

"Little Uncle Ancestor's escape technique is definitely far beyond ordinary people, and it hasn't arrived yet, Senior Brother, are you ......thinking about it?"

Wu Makong said in fear, urging more and more anxiously.

"Don't say that again!"

"Otherwise, I will never protect you."

Li Qingyun's expression was originally hesitant, but he suddenly became stunned, got up and went to the battlefield.

Wu Makong was stunned and hurriedly followed.

sky

A blue shadow emerged.

……

"Big brother!"

"I can't help it!"

"So much blood, so much flesh!"

The puffy boy's eyes showed a bloodthirsty color, and he was stimulated red by the aura-rich flesh and blood of the battlefield.

With a kick of his footsteps, he jumped dozens of feet like a meat ball, and smashed into the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect in one step.

With a swing of his small arm, dozens of white bone threads flew in all directions, piercing the shield and piercing his eyes, hooking several mid-stage Qi cultivation cultivators into his arms.

"Poison Zombie...... Spare your life! ”

Several people screamed in horror.

Click!

The poisonous zombie boy bit on the throat of a female disciple, his voice was crisp, and he sucked hard, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"The cultivation is a little worse, it's only in the middle of Qi cultivation."

He also has regrets.

"Did you say, big brother?"

"Roar!"

The green poisonous zombie roared excitedly, grabbed one with both hands, and began to gnaw on its flesh and blood from its face, the screams stopped abruptly, and the brain burst apart.

"Hundred Corpse Poison Guard!"

The zombie boy shook the storage bag.

Hundreds of black-haired zombies dressed in rune iron armor appeared, surrounded him, and pounced in all directions, waiting for idle spells, fireballs, earth spears and the like to shoot at their bodies uselessly, clanging.

These zombies were extremely fast, walking like the wind, and quickly caught up with the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect who had fled around them, one by one, clicking, and crying and screaming that shook the sky.

Not even a decent resistance.

"Is the turtle from Jinling Mountain here?!"

The poisonous zombie boy was still not happy, his bloodthirsty pupils widened, and he yelled in all directions.

It looks like he knows everything!

"Sure enough......"

Eight or nine hundred meters away, Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The intelligence blockade of the Seven Feather Sect is simply like a sieve.

It is not credible at all, it is completely different from the battle of Xianmen, and it is both inside and outside, which is why he is so cautious.

"But, you know what?"

"Still going to die."

Eyebrows

The light blue magnetic texture flashes slightly.

A blue flying sword slowly emerged from it, and the terrifying sword intent spread in all directions.

Everyone's spirits couldn't help but stiffen.

Look in this direction.

At the same time, disturbed by the sword intent, a young man in Tsing Yi revealed his body with an indifferent expression.

"Go!"

Bang!

Under the electromagnetic acceleration, a huge air explosion appeared on the spot, and the speed of the azure flying sword was rushed to a terrifying level, disappearing within the range of everyone's divine consciousness.

"Not good!"

The bloodlust and madness in the eyes of the poisonous zombie boy disappeared, and in an instant he turned to clarity, and great fear surged into his heart, boundless, and overwhelmed him.

"Hundred Zombie Refining Corpse Array!"

He yelled.

The hundreds of ironclad zombies around him roared, each spewing out thick poisonous smoke, forming layers of pitch-black shields around his body, melting gold and bones.

Enough to withstand the Tsukiji Monk's multiple attacks without damage!

Shout!

The blue sword shadow flashed, and the thick poisonous mist was pierced in an instant.

A superb defensive bone shield appeared in front of him, with a strong yin aura, and the defensive power was enough to resist the full force of the Zhuji monk, and it had been tested many times in the sect.

Shout!

A large hole appeared in the bone shield, which was bright in front and back, and even the speed could not affect it in the slightest.

"Big brother save me!"

The trembling warning came true, and the poisonous zombie boy screamed in horror and remorse.

It shouldn't have been so fast!

Roar!

The green poisonous zombie roared, its body was hazy for a while, and it actually cut through the shield that was more fragile than an eggshell at the tip of the sword, and was about to pierce the head of the poisonous zombie boy in an instant, and exchanged shapes with it.

"Involved in close-range space teleportation? Some doorways. ”

Jiang Ding was a little surprised.

Shout!

The Taiqing Flying Sword showed no signs of turning, piercing through the forehead of the green poisonous zombie, stabbing open a watermelon, and breaking through the core of its corpse qi and spiritual power.

Flying out in a crisp sound, there is no change in speed.

Roar!

Behind him, the fierce and powerful, tenacious and terrifying green poison zombie roared a few times and fell to the ground, and the aura of his body was completely dimmed.

Burst!

"It can't be!"

At the moment when the green poisonous zombie died, the poisonous zombie boy vomited blood, and his anger was like a gossamer.

He roared in disbelief: "This is a second-order natal zombie!" The Tsukiji Monk can't be killed either!! ”

This person is indeed the eighth layer of Qi cultivation!

There is no reason for this!

But I don't know that in the eyes of others, his green poisonous zombies and hundred corpse poison guards are also unreasonable.

Shout!

No one answered his words, and the Taiqing Flying Sword came in an instant, and the light blue sword light filled his eyes.

"Bloodborn! Hundred devils! How dare you ......"

The poisonous zombie boy's eyes were split.

Phew!

At this moment, Jiang Ding saw a group of hundred ghosts with a single horn on their foreheads appear in the distance.

They opened their eerie mouths and screamed in unison, and the sound waves coalesced together into a transparent ripple that shot towards his skull.

There was also a long knife with a blood-colored breath in the sky, with wisps of blood on the blade, and every trace of blood ghosts was wailing, emitting a scream that interfered with the divine soul.

It gathered momentum for a long time and slashed towards the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"Fortunately ......"

The poisonous zombie boy showed a look of happiness in his eyes, and he did not stubbornly hold his own opinion, but waited for everyone to gather before launching a general attack.

"Blood Divine Knife?"

Jiang Ding's reaction was flat, and he seemed to have known that the other party was here.

"Bells and whistles."

"Knives, just sheer sharpness and speed, add so many spells, do you want to fight while singing?"

Bite!

Between the swords colliding, a large area of spiritual light collapsed, and the sharp sound almost pierced the eardrums of the surrounding Qi cultivators.

There is no stalemate.

The blade of the Blood God Blade suddenly dimmed, and a deep crack appeared at the blade, which collapsed faster than when it came, and was close to being scrapped.

Shout!

Taiqing Flying Sword ignored it, and in an instant, there was no more obstruction, bypassing the neck of the poisonous zombie boy, his head flew up, and a large stream of blood sprayed.

"No, my grandfather is a Poison Zombie Ancestor, he won't let you go......"

The puffy head that was thrown away was extremely tenacious, and it was still opening and closing.

Rumble!

Immediately triggered the fine sword qi remaining in the skull, and the flash exploded, turning his skull into pieces of broken bone slag the thickness of a matchhead.

There is no breath of life.

Jiang Ding used the magnetic levitation flying technique, and his body suddenly accelerated, dodging the sharp ripples emitted by the sound waves of the hundred ghosts, so that he couldn't catch up, and looked in the direction of the blood transformation knife embryo crashing and flying.

"Ahh

There was a scream in the distance, and a cold young man in a bloody robe revealed his body, vomiting blood, his breath plummeted, and he howled in anger.

"How dare you break my Blood Transformation Divine Sword! I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives and refine your soul......"

"I'm different, just your head."

Shout!

The blue sword light of the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed, and it shot towards his head in the eyes of the blood-robed young man's revenant.

(End of chapter)