"Miss Joan of Arc is really... Amazing skills. ”

Looking at the black horse's brand-new hoof, Cen Shu praised from the bottom of her heart: "This craftsmanship is really good." ”

"The small skills of carving insects are not enough to worry about, this is what Zhou Gongzi said, and if there are more skills, it will not become the last straw that crushes the camel."

Joan of Arc said humbly.

"I guess she wants to say that she doesn't have to be pressing."

Xu Teda, who was in the carriage, said quietly.

"But the craftsmanship of Miss Joan of Arc is indeed very good."

Nodding, Yun Baibai admired: "It's better than what we learn to teach." ”

Isn't it something? You repeat?

Why do you teach everything in Beiliang?

Cen Shu began to fall into self-doubt, and began to think about whether the subjects of Shangjing Taixue were too simple, or the subjects of Beiliang Taixue were too magical. And at this moment, Xu Xuan, who was sullen because of the loss of the source of fun, suddenly raised her head, and while sitting on the edge of the car, she looked at the dense forest not far away, frowned, and said softly:

"Someone approached."

Hearing this, Cen Shu was the first to react. The blue light surged, and two pale green Emei thorns appeared in her hands, and a pair of eyes were replaced by vertical pupils.

Joan of Arc didn't react much, or rather, in her eyes, there was no threat from these slowly approaching armorers. After all, although she always uses thin Chinese to attack everyone unconsciously, her strength is the first person under Zhuge Qing... Stiff··· Horse··· In short, she is second only to Zhuge Qing.

The greatsword behind his back trembled slightly, and Joan of Arc's red eyes began to stare firmly on one spot in the dense forest.

"Do you have friends from afar who can't speak?"

Joan of Arc drew her greatsword behind her back, sensing the hostility of the armorers, but politeness prompted her to communicate normally.

The stiffness that can speak...

Li Zuoying and Master Xuanji, who were hiding in the woods, sank in their hearts, and the zombie itself was also ranked. The most rudimentary zombies can only kill by instinct, and there is no concept of words. And the stiff trick in front of him can not only speak, but also think clearly, and he didn't even subconsciously devour the flesh and blood around him.

In addition to the nonsense of tampering with celebrity quotes, this stiff and terrifying level of sanity is terrifying.

This is very bad news for the Three Thousand Battalion. Crazy stiffness is not terrible, because instinct is flawed, and bloodthirsty monsters are monsters after all and will have their own weaknesses. But once the zombie herself maintains enough sanity, coupled with her physique, and the help of the monsters around her...

Everything points to disaster.

With a light breath, the stronger the sanity of Joan of Arc showed, the more Li Zuoying and Master Xuanji couldn't let her leave here and go to the densely populated area. The zombie leaked corpse Qi can infect humans, and once she is let go, the nearest city, Shangjing, will become a complete dead city, and even...

The North Beam was not spared.

Thinking of this, Li Zuoying's hand holding the knife began to tremble slowly. It's not fear, it's a brief shudder that comes with extreme composure.

I will carry the glory of the thirteen cities of the Northern Ring Road, and I will keep the zombie here!

Pulling out the broken knife, Li Zuoying made a move. Then, he slowly walked out of the dense forest and faced Joan of Arc alone.

Looking at Li Zuoying, who was wearing a helmet and a tiger armor, Joan of Arc suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a warm smile: "Hello, Uncle Officers and Soldiers." ”

？

Li Zuoying's expression froze.

Of course, it wasn't just him, the expressions of the others were even stiffer than his.

What happened?

And at this moment, Master Xuanji, who had already opened the light to himself, exuded the holy Buddha light all over his body, and he slowly walked out with the determination to die, his hands folded, and his treasure was solemn.

"Ah, there's a bald donkey master."

Joan of Arc said happily.

？

The Buddha's light flickered visibly with the naked eye.

"Joan of Arc isn't very kind."

Xu Xuan exclaimed.

"Huh? Isn't it friendly? ”

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and said innocently: "Zhou Gongzi and Lord Ying Kite taught me this?" ”

"Although I don't know who Lord Ying Kite is in your mouth, I suggest that you stay away from these two in the future, otherwise you may make some shocking remarks in the future."

Xu Xuan complained.

"But my Chinese has really improved."

Joan of Arc said that learning Chinese still makes sense.

Bite.

The giant sword easily blocked Li Zuoying's short knife, and the spear that went straight to the heart stabbed firmly into the heavy armor, piercing through the armor and bringing a burst of blood.

Joan of Arc lowered her head, looked at the spear that had pierced her heart, frowned, and reached out to pull it out and stick it on the ground beside her. She raised her head, looked at Li Zuoying, who broke away with one blow, and asked puzzledly:

“Vous ne parlez pas chinois ?” (French, don't you speak Chinese?) ）

"Zombie can cast spells too?!"

The moment he heard Joan of Arc's incomprehensible words, Li Zuoying's expression changed drastically, and he directly covered his ears, trying to block the stiff magic sound. And the Xuanji mage on the side directly pushed with both hands, and the huge Dharma seal of the Buddha Gate smashed straight into Joan of Arc's body.

"I don't understand that?"

Stretching out his hand, the rich corpse Qi casually crushed the magic seal. Joan of Arc tilted her head, revealing a puzzled expression under her Western-style armor. She looked at the two of them, frowned, and said, "You can speak English?" ”

"Formation!"

Li Zuoying couldn't understand Joan of Arc's words at all, and in order to prevent the night from dreaming too much, he directly pulled out the Formation Breaking Sword hidden in his waist. With the flickering of the blade, the armor warriors who were unconsciously lurking around made the same movement. In the blink of an eye, a strong killing Jin Ge Qi surrounded everyone, and the killing intent was endless.

3,000 battalions of military formations - breaking formations.

The moment the military formation was formed, the killing intent that rushed in the face made everyone beside the carriage feel dull. Especially Yun Baibai, almost instantly, a burst of darkness spread in front of her eyes, if it weren't for Cen Shu on the side to protect her in time, I'm afraid this short-term oppression would be unbearable for Yun Baibai.

"Why do you hurt people for no reason?"

Cen Shu stood up, she was not suppressed by the momentum of the military formation at all, but walked indifferently in front of Joan of Arc, a pair of turquoise vertical pupils full of condensed Lingqi.

"What does it take to kill the zombie?"

The short knife in Li Zuoying's hand trembled constantly, and he could clearly perceive the unbearable demonic aura on this ordinary-looking woman.

Six-grade demon···

Stiff.

There is also a woman in a black dress who can't see her strength, there is a faint demonic aura in the carriage, and the two stupid birds who look extremely stupid by the window are not good birds.

There seems to be another one... Normal?

At this time, Li Zuoying was already sweating, and he never thought that the ordinary errand at the beginning would evolve into such a situation. He now seriously suspected that this was a monster who wanted to overthrow the rule of the Han king, colluded with the dead, and was ready to deal a fatal blow to Taiying.

How does this work?

How to fight?

If you don't fight, you can't do it!

Li Zuoying's heart sank, but the determination in his eyes was even stronger. He knew that if he backed down, it would be all over. Now the only way to make a louder voice with my life is to make the 3,000 battalion sergeants stationed elsewhere notice this place and stop this terrible monster coup in time.

Come on, life or death!

With determination, the knife is unsheathed.

What he didn't see was that the inconspicuous talisman attached to the edge of the carriage was emitting a faint light, and a character was faintly revealing on it.

Week.

(End of chapter)