The spell was not as easy as Qin Feng imagined, and he released three fireballs one after another to clean up the group of corpses gathered together. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Jia Qing's chest rose and fell violently, and he seemed to be extremely tired.

So far, thirteen people have died at the hands of the stitching monsters. Killing all sides, no one dared to stop the gangs, and they all fled to avoid it, and two careless gangs were pounced on and bitten by the walking corpses......

I can't take my breath. A peachwood sword was pulled out of the fine iron scabbard on his back, and as it swept straight away, Jia Qingbian shouted angrily: "Cut off their heads, or stab their brains, so that you can completely kill the walking corpses." Rest calm, and follow me to kill the stitching monster!"

Without reminding him, Qin Feng had already seen the characteristics of a walking corpse: not afraid of life and death, no pain but no consciousness. But he was slow to act, and he did not pose any threat to himself. After a slight hesitation, he didn't follow closely to deal with the stitching monsters, but killed the walking corpses that were pouring in all directions.

Heavy knives whipped up the wind, and the walking corpses were decapitated everywhere they went. Thick, blackened blood mixed with inexplicable insects leached out of the neck.

Shaking off the filth on the heavy knife, Qin Feng used his internal strength to roar: "Don't scatter the battle, these things have nothing to be afraid of except for their scary appearance!"

Snowballing, he quickly gathered the gang that was almost collapsed, and commanded three or five people to divide into groups and fight separately. In fact, when these martial arts are not bad, they overcome the fear in their hearts, and there are no casualties in the face of these ordinary walking corpses, at most only some people are scratched.

For a while, the killing sound shook the sky, and a large number of walking corpses were killed. This time, the enemy is not humans, but legendary ghosts. Occasionally, a slightly weaker companion was dragged out of the formation and dragged into the corpse group, all of them worked together to rescue and protect the rear of the formation.

Fortunately, there are not many graves on this hill, and gradually there are no more walking corpses. Seeing the vitality, everyone's morale couldn't help but rise, but they listened to the mournful wails of the guards. Some of their faces were gnawed and their bones were horribly blood-red, and some of them were torn along with their armor and moaned as they covered the leaking half of their intestines......

I can't help but feel sorry for these brothers, who were born and died with themselves! But I saw that the number of walking corpses left was no more than 100. Ling Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Huh." Zhao Yang, take a few brothers and send the seriously injured down the mountain. ”

"Yes. A giant man with a golden gourd hammer suddenly took five good hands, ordered people to support three companions who could not move, and led four lightly injured companions who could barely fight to the bottom of the mountain together.

As the number of people decreased, the fighting became more intense. Time passed, and the gang members who were grabbed and bitten suddenly found themselves weak and powerless.

Falling into his eyes, Qin Feng suddenly realized and said secretly: "It is poisonous, and it must not be hit, even if it is just scratched by a fingernail." Looking at the mottled paw prints on the leather armor armor on his arms, he couldn't help but feel happy.

The last walking corpse was slashed by Qin Feng. And the rest of the gang were all infected with corpse poison. Barely able to hold a sword, Ling Yi, who had been sitting firmly in the rear, could only let it withdraw on its own.

All that remained in the field were the huge, bloated stitching monsters, and nearly half of them had been turned into severed limbs and died under his command.

The knights who assisted Jia Qing all died. But seeing that the fat body of the stitching monster was covered with the wounds of sharp weapons, these fatal injuries did not have any effect on it.

Only Jia Qing's efforts to release the rune paper that flashed white light could play a certain role in restraining the stitching monster! But it seemed that the donkey was also poor in skills, and he did not have the strength to kill it.

Suddenly, the five skulls of the suture monster swelled, the sharp mouths that cracked to the base of the ears opened together, and green acid spurted out. Jia Qing screamed in a strange voice, and even threw away the spell he was holding in his hand. Showing the agility of a monkey, he rolled on the spot and dodged.

Crash.

The acid was eroded like fire, and Jia Qing used the mahogany sword that was broken in half with his hand to cut off the tail of the robe. He quickly stepped back and pulled away, and shouted angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze!

Only then did I see that Jia Qing's abdomen was even stitched out with four terrifying wounds of different depths: "Huh." This fake Taoist priest doesn't seem to be able to defeat this corpse monster. Not only was he unmoved, Qin Feng really had a retreat in his heart.

But the stitching monster didn't seem to be conscious, and after being dodged by Jia Qing and pulling away the distance, he instinctively looked for Qin Feng, who was closer, and pounced.

Suddenly, the color changed, and with the help of the two-foot-wide dead tree on the side, Qin Feng decisively moved to dodge, "Stupid thing, are all five brains filled with bean dregs!"

Click.

The thick arms swept through the dead trees, and they still chased after them.

The four-legged body propelled the body weighing an unknown number of tons, and the seven arms danced in the aftermath, and there was no chance to retreat in an instant. Qin Feng avoided the edge, and for a while he couldn't find a flaw in his shot! It can be described as a dilemma.

Unexpected, but reasonable. "Qin Feng, I'm here to help you!" Suddenly hearing a loud shout, Ling Yi grabbed the long sword in both hands and rushed to reinforce him.

Ling Yi had no way out, the secret of today's private actions would definitely not be preserved, and he must be afraid that the mysterious master would come to the door in the future.

Qin Feng didn't break it: "Thank you!" gritted his teeth, and made a decision in his heart, and let it go first. After all, it's a dead thing after all, although it is powerful but not conscious, there will always be an opportunity to find it.

At the moment when Ling Yi stabbed out the long sword, Qin Feng also swung his sword tacitly and slashed it at a tricky angle.

Touch!!!

The suture monster recoils and twists the joints, and grabs the front of the abdomen, under the chest, and with the same arms. The carrion splattered, the filthy blood splattered, and the two sharp blades were grabbed alive.

I saw five heads bulging again: "Uh!"

"Watch out for acid!"

There is no need for Jia Qing to remind.

"Damn!" Seeing that the long sword in his hand was held to death, Ling Yi had already dropped the weapon in his hand and flew out, leaving Qin Feng alone.

Without expectations, there will be no disappointment.

I never expected to count on this guy all along. The corners of his mouth hooked up into a sinister smile, just at the moment when the stitching monster agitated his mouthpiece to stiffen. Qin Feng's body twisted upward, and his feet stepped on the arms of the stitching monster one after another.

Remove the two arms that clamp the heavy knife. Dangerous and dangerous, calm and precise body control, avoiding the five grabbed arms.

Bang.

The last leap even stepped on the back of the captured hand with his backfoot.

With the heavy sword as the center, Qin Feng clutched the handle of the sword wrapped in a white cloth that absorbed sweat, twisted his waist and made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation, and pulled out his weapon the moment he grinded the carrion on the hands of the stitching monster.

Caught in mid-air, he took advantage of the situation and narrowly avoided the acid that spewed out.

Qin Feng landed on his three-foot-wide shoulder blades. "Die!" Qi Shen Dantian roared angrily, grabbed the long handle with both hands, and swung his knife to cut off the five heads that were close together.

Jia Qing, who was still covering his wounds on the side, suddenly lit up: "Cai!"

Ling Yi also sincerely admired: "Good courage!" Qin Feng can do it himself, or even better. But Ling Yi knew in his heart that he didn't have the momentum to see death as home.

But what ......

A miserable scream came out, "Ah!" But it was Qin Feng who sent it.

The moves and ideas are perfect, but their own strength is too poor. Only two heads were cut off, and the heavy knife was stuck on the bone that was harder than a rock! There was a momentary pause, the stitching monster howled in pain, and the long arm that grew from behind the spine punched Qin Feng's chest.

In an instant, Qin Feng flew out more than ten zhang away with a knife, and almost rolled off the top of the mountain.

After a second struggle, he barely got up from the ground.

It doesn't hurt, but it is numb in the chest and weak in the limbs. You don't need to check to know that the trick just now has caused you serious internal injuries.

It seems that cutting off two heads has become smarter. Without giving them time to breathe, the remaining three heads stared hatefully, and the stitching monster was extremely uncoordinated in its four-legged manner, swaying its four legs like a baby's toddler.

No one dared to stop him. Ling Yi hid behind Jia Qing.

Is it because the spell is running out?, or is there a limit to how you can cast the Immortal Spell? At this excellent time, Jia Qing didn't make a move, but just urged: "Take it quickly, I'll give you the pill!"

The heavy knife in his hand was shaking, and his feet were shaking uncontrollably.

Qin Feng stared at Jia Qing suspiciously, and then looked at the three heads with jealousy, and gradually adapted to the body, and the suture monster that was even more forced. has fled in this state now, not to mention that Jia Qing and others will seek revenge in the future, and they will definitely be caught up within 500 meters. There is no choice at the moment, I just hope that Jia Qing is not as bad as he guessed.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng decisively trembled and took out the pill in his arms and swallowed it.

It worked instantly, and an inexplicable fiery sensation sank in as the pill melted in his throat. In a moment's breath, the numb body returned to its peak state, and Qin Feng couldn't help but be stunned: "This is the elixir?"

Not only that, but then a few breaths. The limbs and bones were constantly infused with strength, and the body felt lighter and lighter. Moving his fingers, Qin Feng even felt that he could easily crush the stone, his snort smelled something he had never smelled before, he heard a strange noise in his ears, and his vision was faintly aware of the clues.

The five senses are enhanced. Qin Feng looked around at the trees around him, only to feel suspicious: "Are there any other ghosts?" Forget it, I can't care about so much at the moment." Let's solve the current crisis first. ”

Eager to try, Qin Feng shouted, leaving two shallow footprints on the hard ground, and rushed straight towards the stitching monster.

Only this time, with the blessing of that mysterious pill.

The fish rushes up the waves, without damaging its scales. The bird flies against the wind and does not fall its feathers.

Look at the mountains are not mountains, and look at the water is not water. I felt exactly dancing with the breeze, and even the dynamic things in my eyes became strangely slow, and I let the stitching monster seven arms grasp it.

Swinging, picking, splitting, stabbing.

Even with the help of the stitching monster's own offensive. Dance as if you were in the middle of the move, and attack from the best angle every time.

Turning the impossible into possible, the actions that ordinary people can't make, the imaginative moves in the brain, are indeed as light as covering hands at this time.

In the time of two breaths, the air erupted with a trembling sound, and Qin Feng slashed out thirteen swords.

The arm before suturing the monster's abdomen was severed by Qi Root, the thick layer of corrupt fat was torn apart, and a pile of indistinguishable internal organs fell out of the intestine and stomach.

Victory, it's only a matter of time. Qin Feng is confident, at most, it only takes ten breaths, which is enough to take off the remaining three heads of the suture monster!