Although the ghost that attacked last night will be severely injured by his beating, the fact that it can escape from its own hands must not be underestimated.

Wang Yu, who had already raised his vigilance to the highest, directly drew his sword out of the sheath at this moment.

The mastermind behind the scenes who can send that ghost general to the altar will definitely not be worse than himself in terms of strength.

In combination with Fu He's old spicy along the way.

To say that the man behind the scenes hasn't found out until now is.

'Slap, smack, smack. A burst of pretending to be extremely forceful applause came from behind Wang Yu and into his ears.

The applause was followed by a hoarse voice: "It looks a little good, not bad."

I don't know why my friend wants to follow my Fu He to find out my every move?

I hope that Daoyou can give me an answer that satisfies me, otherwise.

Today, the lives of Taoist friends will remain in this barren mountain and wilderness!

Your somewhat incredible body, which is full of vigor and blood, will happily accept it at the bottom. ”

Wang Yu, who drew his sword out of the sheath, didn't talk to the owner with a hoarse voice at all.

With a twist of his body, the blade of the Heavenly Pure Green Sword had already pierced the night sky like a dragon out of the abyss, slashing fiercely at the person who spoke.

Just when Wang Yu swung his sword and slashed, the hoarse voice owner who wanted to quietly touch Wang Yu's back and give Wang Yu a sneak attack also attacked.

An iron claw covered with dark black scales and Wang Yu's blade met unexpectedly in midair.

Wang Yu, who turned around, saw this scene and couldn't help but glance at the visitor.

At this glance, the two of them saw a little bit of the door to each other: they confirmed their eyes, and they were all people with no bottom line.

After knowing that they were the same type of people, Wang Yu and the people who came couldn't help but feel murderous.

Possibly, no one wants their enemy to be as difficult as themselves.

After all, once a person has no bottom line, what can he do, then only God knows.

Since each other has a sharp increase in killing of each other, there is really nothing to say.

After the sword light and claws were staggered, Wang Yu urged the mana in his body to pour into the Tiansu Qing Sword, increasing the power of the Tiansu Qing Jian to the strongest at once.

Then, immediately, a sword stabbed at the center of the eyebrow of the comer.

The sonic boom that came from the tip of the sword made the face of the man behind the scenes, who did not look like a human, change his face drastically.

This speed?

This power?

How can it be?

Although I am puzzled, shouting, doubting?

But he still waved his right arm and met it with a punch.

The tip of the sword and the scale armor on the iron fist collided in an instant.

With a 'bang', a large hole was broken in the hideous claws made of solid iron.

Half of the body of Wang Yu's Tianzhu Qing Jian was inserted into the right arm of the incoming enemy.

Wisps of thick green blood flowed out from the wound stabbed by Wang Yu's sword.

Seeing the green blood in the human body, combined with the notes of the ninth uncle he had read, Wang Yu instantly guessed what the enemy on the opposite side was.

"Iron armored corpse?" Surprised, Wang Yu even shouted directly.

The current situation cannot help but surprise Wang Yu.

Ironclad corpses don't happen in nature.

Behind every ironclad corpse, there must be a master of corpse training.

The fact that the people behind the scenes can practice corpses does not surprise Wang Yu too much.

The point is, this ironclad corpse actually spoke!

Even high-level zombies such as flying stiff and boneless will not be able to really speak after having a spiritual intelligence comparable to ordinary people!

The flow of zombies, unless they can reach the level of a drought that can make thousands of miles of drought or the roar of devouring dragons and slaughtering immortals, they can't dissolve the horizontal bones.

After a short period of surprise, Wang Yu suddenly remembered a situation that had been recorded in Uncle Jiu's notes?

Distracted possession, raising corpses as puppets.

But this secret method is a forbidden technique that has long been abandoned by Maoshan, and it is impossible for anyone to touch it except for a few people in this world.

Uncle Nine is a monk in the sacrificial wine realm, and he is the absolute mainstay in Maoshan, but he only knows the name of this door control technique, but he doesn't know the reason.

After all, once someone is found to be practicing this forbidden technique, the Maoshan disciples can be killed by everyone.

"Are you the one in the Maoshan lineage?How dare you violate the ancestral order to practice forbidden art in private?" Wang Yu, who is a master of art, directly pierced the layer of window paper on the enemy's body.

If it weren't for his lack of deep understanding of the Maoshan Honzong, he might have been able to guess who the person was at this time.

Hearing that Wang Yu directly revealed his general origin, the murderous intent of the people behind the scenes possessed by the iron-armored corpse became even stronger.

After he is a famous family, how can he be involved in the crooked things of the evil family.

"You should pretend to be a fool, before that, the old man didn't really want to kill you so that he could cause trouble. ”

Retracting his right arm, which had been pierced by a sword hole, the ironclad corpse opened its mouth again.

As it spoke, one decaying figure after another crawled out of the dirt from the mountain behind the ironclad corpse.

Looking at the dozen or so iron-armored corpses with thick bones and scaly armor that almost surrounded him, Wang Yu suddenly suspected that the mastermind behind the opposite was actually his friend.

Otherwise, why would it get so many mobs to brush itself?

That's right, in the eyes of Wang Yu, who is a master of art, it is not more than a dozen ironclad corpses that surround him.

Instead, he will have a lot of yin virtue in his account.

When it comes to the toughness of the corpse, the iron armor corpse is definitely no less than the ordinary black zombie, and because it is covered with black iron-like scale armor, it can block most of the means to deal with zombies.

Therefore, for the average mage, an ironclad corpse is an extremely terrifying enemy.

Even if a sacrificial wine realm overhaul like Uncle Nine encounters a group of more than a dozen ironclad corpses, one of them may accidentally fold inside.

But is Wang Yu an ordinary mage?

No!

With his current strength, he couldn't bear the power of his sword and thunder at all.

At this time, he said that killing the iron-armored corpse was like killing a chicken, but if it was the person behind the scenes who possessed the iron-armored corpse, there was no other way.

At most, with twenty swords, Wang Yu can kill all these iron-armored corpses surrounded by him.

"The surging qi and blood in your body is what fascinates you, but unfortunately, under the attack of the ironclad corpses, even I can't keep your corpse intact.

Otherwise, I would like to sacrifice you as an iron-clad corpse as a distracted body for my distraction. ”

Seeing that the defense mechanism he had laid down had been fully activated, the person behind the possessed ironclad corpse suddenly felt that everything was under control.

Proudly, some emotional words came out of his mouth directly.

It's just that in Wang Yu's ears, this guy is simply squirting feces all over his mouth, and if you say kill me, you will definitely be able to kill me.

It's a dream.

Seeing that no dirt bag has been broken in the surrounding mountains, there is no need to be afraid of Yin Virtue being left behind.

Wang Yu, who was carrying the Tianzhu Qing Sword, dodged and rushed into the group of iron-armored corpses closest to him.

Under the flashing of sword light, one after another hideous heads full of black scale armor rose into the sky.