At that time, I don't know how many people used hundreds of thousands of talents to develop the technology, but now it is very difficult to perfect everything from just a few words.

Mrs. Tiger can't do it, He Zhuzhi can't do it, Lin Wenzhi can't do it, but Lin Yanzhi wants to do it!

Lin Yanzhi's whole body meridians are destroyed, and he can't practice martial arts, the best way he can think of is to be a human again, although this is a fantasy, but the forbidden technique left by Mrs. Tiger made him see hope.

Isn't coming back from the dead to being human again?

But Lin Yanzhi doesn't have that ability, he can only make some monsters, monsters without humanity, and he will rely on Shanghai Luo Tianying if he is too anxious, causing his body to become more and more weakened.

In desperation, Lin Yanzhi found Yang Rongkun.

He knew that Yang Rongkun was not only a martial god, but also a god of medicine, and his research on drugs and the human body was at its peak.

At that time, Yang Rongkun also had all his meridians abolished, and he didn't think of practicing the Qingbao Sutra, so he still pinned his hope of survival on medical skills, so he agreed to Lin Yanzhi's request.

It's just that Yang Rongkun hid his secrets, and the finished products he gave to Lin Yanzhi were all things that were a step slower......

Now, the effect shown on Yang Rongkun is the "finished product" he developed.

"Uncle Shi... It's good that you're alive......"

Thirteen didn't know that Yang Rongkun had voluntarily turned into a living corpse, and thought that it was the Red Blood Forest that had tortured him inhumanely, but this breath came out nowhere.

Next door to the chatting between the two was the place where Ling Qingniu and Lao Lei were fighting, and Thirteen was frightened by the uncle who deceived the corpse just now, and he forgot that there were still people fighting next to him.

Boom!

A white sword qi hit Yang Rongkun's body, and it was just a muffled sound.

Ling Qingniu seemed to be starting to deal with the things in front of him seriously, and the sword qi was inevitably missing to the side, such a battle move, without a strong internal force, it couldn't support it.

Yang Rongkun was hit by a sword qi, and his fragile prison robe fell apart, but there was not even a trace on his back.

Thirteen believed that with Ling Qingniu's strength, he couldn't take a random blow, let alone stand there and take a blow, with such a strong ability, he was thinking about whether to...

Before the words could be spoken, Yang Rongkun's eyes suddenly turned red, and he jumped towards Ling Qingniu.

In the blink of an eye, he lost his mind again, this change caught Thirteen unexpectedly, and the question just now resurfaced in his mind: "Is this a human or a living corpse?"

If it is still in the category of living corpses, does he want to give his uncle to ......

Of course, everything will have to wait until the fight over there is over.

Originally, Ling Qingniu was able to deal with Lao Lei with ease, with a long sword in his hand, his posture was elegant, his swordsmanship was light and agile, his momentum was majestic, and his actions all reflected the posture of a master.

For Lao Lei, who was a little clumsy, every sword that Ling Qingniu swung out would leave a scar on his body, and if someone else fought against Ling Qingniu, I am afraid that he would have died a hundred times.

Even though Yang Rongkun joined the battle, Ling Qingniu still maintained a chic posture, exerting infinitely powerful swordsmanship, hitting Lao Lei and Yang Rongkun countless times.

Old Lei's condition was worse, his flesh didn't seem to be strengthened, and red and green juice flowed out of every wound.

Compared with ordinary living corpses, Lao Lei's combat ability is also a little stronger, and the movements are quite flexible, and one move and one style are clear-eyed, if you change to someone with little experience, maybe you will suffer a little under Lao Lei's hands.

In contrast, Yang Rongkun is much more reckless.

Not only is he strong and strong, he is not afraid of being beaten, his hands are vigorous, and he brings up a gloomy green shadow, passing through the heavy sword shadows, and approaching Ling Qingniu's vital point.

Referring to Lao Lei's death and current appearance, Yang Rongkun's nails should also have poison hidden in them, as long as he is slightly injured, the corpse poison will enter the body and slowly devour people's vitality.

This is also the most common means of infection for living corpses, whether they are caught or bitten, they will eventually turn into living corpses.

Ling Qingniu, who was facing the attack of the two masters, was not flustered, and his internal force was filled with the long sword, and a white light was swayed, and the sword momentum was like a hill, one layer after another.

In a trance, Thirteen seemed to have returned to the snowy peak, and the cold wind fluttered around like a blade, and he couldn't help but use his internal strength to resist.

Now there was a serious problem for him to think about.

The boss who just worshipped is now besieged by two people, he has to go and help, right?

But one of the besiegers was his uncle, and he couldn't help outsiders beat his elders.

Since his elders are fighting for the life and death with others, as a junior, he must be looking for an opportunity to help, but is it useful to help?

The scene looked like two against one, but Thirteen saw it really, even if he added it, the three of them couldn't beat Ling Qingniu, and the final outcome was the same.

Is it just like watching Uncle Shi being killed in vain?

No matter how cold his temperament is, he will not be so indifferent......

Thirteen pulled out his cigarette stick, held the surge in his chest, and joined the battle!

Three against one is indeed a little different from two against one, at least thirteen can block Ling Qingniu's sword moves, lest Yang Rongkun use his body to make a hard connection, so as to have a chance to turn defense into offense.

The cigarette stick is not comparable to the length of the sword, and Thirteen still chooses to use non-Taoist swordsmanship to resist strength, which is also the best choice for the weak against the strong.

"Hahaha, Murong Gang Master wants to turn against me again?"

In the Great Snow Peak Rebellion many years ago, Thirteen inexplicably stood in the opposing camp, although he did not participate in the frontal battlefield, Ling Qingniu's prestige was far and wide, and he easily killed countless masters.

It was that kind of strength a few decades ago, and a few decades later, Ling Qingniu's strength was no longer a level that Thirteen could touch.

It was only three or five moves, and Thirteen's arm was sore, and his steps became messy and extremely embarrassing.

Suddenly, Ling Qingniu's sword was attached to the cigarette stick, and the thirteen senses an inexplicable force coming from the cigarette stick, causing their bodies to fall forward and crash straight towards the long sword.

At the last moment, Yang Rongkun grabbed Thirteen and Lao Lei with both hands at the same time, threw Thirteen back, and then pushed Lao Lei forward.

Burst!

Old Thunder's head flew high!

The rest of the body struggled to move forward, but only a few steps before falling to the ground.

In this way, there was only one enemy left in front of Ling Qingniu.

"This strange person is so tough that he can take my attack hard, then he can only ......"

Clusters of white internal force rose around Ling Qingniu's body, and bursts of hazy mist came up between the dancing of the long sword, and the temperature around him suddenly began to drop rapidly?!

Thirteen was stunned and looked at the white spots condensed in the air: "Snow?"

The white dots continue to expand, turning into snowflakes of different shapes and colors, even magnificent, but the six edges of the snowflakes show sharp edges......

(End of chapter)