Seeing that Li Xuangang and Zhuangda were getting closer and closer, Han Sheng, who was already covered in bruises, suddenly raised his lowered head, and his scarlet eyes stared at the two figures with malice.

He staggered to his feet, and said with some self-deprecation:

"You family monks, you always think that you are superior!"

The broken body raised its fist, and the next moment the figure of the zombie guard flew out.

"Killing and being killed is something I've been used to since I was a child, and is there a right or wrong thing?"

Another punch, Li Xuangang also flew out, but after all, he was much stronger than Zhuangda, so he stopped steadily in mid-air.

"I don't think so!"

Han Sheng suddenly burst out and shouted, the green tendons on his black body burst out, and a kind of calm momentum gathered on him.

Like a meteor falling, like a mountain falling, Han Sheng, who swooped up, directly knocked Li Xuangang into a dense forest behind him.

Countless towering trees were knocked down and finally stopped at the foot of a small hill.

There was a large cloud of gray smoke and dust.

Stiff and trembling, he got up from the ground, and regardless of the war hammer in his hand, he rushed into the smoke where Li Xuangang was.

This change happened almost instantly, Li Xuanyuan only regained some spiritual power at this time, he struggled to stand up, took out the second-order mid-grade bow again, condensed his last spiritual power on it, and stared at the smoke over there.

If it was Han Sheng who came out last, then he would deliver the final blow.

......

Zombie Wei is a wonderful existence, he is refined with Li Xuangang's divine sense, but he has his own independent consciousness.

He was born with a sense of dependence on Li Xuangang, which was very strange, and he was in an inexplicable state.

Rushing into the smoke, he immediately felt two breaths that were much stronger than himself, he didn't roar, he didn't go berserk, he just calmly mobilized the power in his body, and used the mountain transformation force that Li Xuangang had ordered him to practice before. Then he walked resolutely towards a deep hole at the foot of the mountain.

Looking from behind, the stiff left chest had already been pierced, after all, he only had an eighth-layer Qi refining cultivation, and he was hit head-on by a powerful foundation building stage cultivator, and the damage he had received was already very serious.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that his corpse refining body was different from that of a normal human cultivator, he would definitely not have the slightest breath at this time.

The sound of fierce fighting came from the cave, Li Xuanyuan slowly moved his body, he saw with his own eyes that the refining corpse of the ninth brother rushed in, he thought that the ninth brother should be in good condition, at least there was still extra strength to control the refining corpse.

But what he didn't know was that Stiff Da had his own consciousness, and he didn't need Li Xuangang's control.

After a moment of rushing into the hole, the sound of the fight inside became more intense, and even the dull sound of fists hitting the flesh could be distinguished.

Just as Li Xuanyuan slowly extended his divine sense, a tattered body was thrown out of it, cutting a desolate arc in the air.

It was a stiff body, and his limbs were now in an unnatural twisted state, his right cheek was sunken, and there were three hollows of different sizes in his chest.

"Bang!"

His stiff body lay on his back on the ground, his consciousness close to dissipating.

He stared blankly at the sky, and the night was already shrouded in the sky.

He struggled, getting up again and again, but each time he couldn't, and finally he rolled over, alternating between his shoulders and knees, slowly moving his body.

The smoke and dust dissipated and staggered, as if Han Sheng, who was about to fall in the next moment, walked out, and he was the last person to stand.

Although his spiritual power could no longer maintain the form of a giant ape, he returned to his original face.

His right hand was still holding a leg, and Li Xuangang, who was unrecognizable in the back, was being dragged and moved by him, the latter's body rubbed against the ground, making a "poof" sound, and a long bloodstain appeared on the ground that passed.

Li Xuanyuan didn't hesitate, his expression was calm, and he used his remaining strength to deliver the final blow.

"Puff puff!"

The three arrows passed smoothly through Han Sheng's body, and the latter only turned sideways slightly, dodging the vital point, and allowing the three arrows to pass through his shoulders and chest and abdomen.

Three arrows pierced Han Sheng, and the blood flowers they brought up were sprinkled in the air, and some of them dripped on Li Xuangang's face.

His eyes moved slightly, but he couldn't open them in the end.

Han Sheng looked down at the three blood holes on his body, and suddenly looked at Li Xuanyuan not far away with a sinister smile.

"This time, you still lost!"

Along with these words, Li Xuangang's body also moved. Han Sheng threw it directly towards Li Xuanyuan.

Then, he stretched out his hand, and a blood-red second-order long knife appeared in his hand, and he himself followed behind Li Xuangang who was flying in the air, and slashed towards Li Xuangang's body and Li Xuanyuan, who rushed over to pick him up.

Before the blood-red sword qi arrived, Li Xuanyuan hugged Li Xuangang's broken body, but he didn't have time to dodge Han Sheng's attack.

"Hey, this is the family!"

Han Sheng let out a sneer, and his sword aura did not slow down in the slightest, resolute and powerful.

At this critical moment, Li Xuanyuan only had time to stimulate his body protection qi to protect himself and his ninth brother Li Xuangang.

But he also knew that his body protection qi could not block the opponent's attack.

He didn't expect Han Sheng to have such a strong combat power.

Just as the blood-red sword qi was about to cut Li Xuangang in half, the stiff strength that had been moving towards them by his shoulders and knees suddenly jumped and blocked Han Sheng's attack with his body.

The blow was so powerful that his stiff body couldn't bear it at all, and his shoulder bones shattered neatly, followed by his sternum, pelvis, and spine.

When it was all over, a terrifying wound in the stiff chest and abdomen appeared diagonally. From the right shoulder all the way to the lower back.

His flesh and blood resembled a human body flipped outward, but there was no blood splattering.

He fell stiffly to the ground, and he couldn't feel the pain anymore. And the little consciousness he had left was no longer enough for him to feel the existence of his body again.

Li Xuanyuan took advantage of the opportunity to help them block this blow and quickly retreated.

Han Sheng didn't think that Li Xuangang's refining corpse could still make such a move, he thought that Li Xuangang was manipulating.

Although he was a little disbelieving in his heart, he still decided to end the battle as soon as possible, because he was also at the end of his life. So much so that the spirit knife in his hand could no longer be lifted!

Struggling to catch up with Li Xuanyuan, who was dragging Li Xuangang, Han Sheng raised his fist.

At this moment, there are no various spells that consume spiritual power belonging to the monks of the foundation building period, nor are there high-level magic weapons, and some are just direct collisions of the body.

Just as Han Sheng's fist was about to fall, a black spear appeared in Li Xuangang's hand.

Sen Ran's brutal aura appeared between the three inches of this black spear, and Han Sheng suddenly felt a fluster.

But he couldn't take his fists back.

Li Xuangang held the black spear in one hand, stood up from Li Xuanyuan's arms, and then collided with Han Sheng, who was rushing towards him.

The night has not completely covered the land, and the remaining sunset is still stubbornly hanging in the sky, refusing to leave.

"There is no right or wrong thing about what you have done, but I need to give an account to my people. ”

Han Sheng's fist penetrated Li Xuangang's lower abdomen, almost shattering his dantian.

Countless scarlet blood flowed chaotically from Li Xuangang's body, as if it was endless.

Li Xuangang's black-tipped spear passed straight through Han Sheng's jaw and came out from the back of his head.

The picture freezes, and Li Xuangang becomes the final winner.

He let go of the black spear, and Han Sheng's body simply fell backwards, and after twitching on the ground a few times, he completely lost his breath.

Li Xuanyuan struggled to get up, wanting to come over to check on Li Xuangang's condition. But the latter waved him down.

Then, Li Xuangang pulled out the black spear and stumbled towards the stiff and broken body.

Previously, although there was a description of the independent consciousness of the zombie guard in the Nine Corpses Returning to the Yuan Duel, Li Xuangang actually regarded it as a special kind of corpse refining, but this battle made him change his opinion.

When he was dragged away by his thirteenth brother Li Xuanyuan, he was already on the verge of collapse, but at the last moment, he suddenly felt a special power injected into his body.

This power seems to belong to him, although it is not very powerful, but it is very kind, and it contains all kinds of complex emotions.

It wasn't until Li Xuangang woke up again that he realized that the power belonged to the dying stiffness.

Walking to the stiff side, Li Xuangang knelt down on one knee and picked up his broken body with trembling hands.

There was a strange emotion that began to spread in the deepest part of my heart until I couldn't hold it back.

It has been said that the most undeceiving thing is the eye, because it cannot hide your truest emotions.

The sunset on the horizon disappeared, and night finally fell.

......

Five days later, a jade cylinder with a third-order Danfang record appeared on the top of Taiqiu Mountain.

Li Changqing took it from Li Xuanyuan's hand, and there was no expression on his face.