The battle is still going on, and the dolls are constantly being destroyed, and the walking corpses are constantly being blown up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sounds of explosions, cracks, whistling, muffled blows, and sharp bursts filled the forest.

And even if Zhang Ang and Albert are far apart, they can feel the fierceness of the battle on the battlefield.

Zhang Ang's palms were sweating, and he asked Albert a little nervously: "What should we do, this can't be interfered with at all." ”

Albert's face was serious, staring at the battlefield tightly, and a word came out of his mouth coldly: "Wait!"

Yes, if you think about it, there is no other way but to wait. If you want to help, it's nothing more than trying to figure out if you can sneak attack, but sneak attack is very timing, and if you're not careful, it's easy to put yourself in.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer skeleton walking corpses around the Archpriest of the Skeleton Cult, and the battles on the scene became more and more intense. But the terrifying walking corpse that made people couldn't see through the cultivation never moved, and stood quietly at his feet, like a statue.

And Zhang Ang now has an intuitive understanding of Albert's strength, and he can be regarded as a venerable-level martial arts master with agility and specialty, and he can rely on the speed of the sky to grind to death a slower Skeleton Sect Venerable-level corpse refiner. This is also the reason why those corpse refiners use all the internal qi to strengthen the physical body, but neglect to release the internal qi externally, and are not good at changing the external qi with the internal qi. But obviously, when he encountered a powerful walking corpse of the Martial Saint level, or even the Martial Saint-level corpse controller who could control so many walking corpses with the true qi released from the outside, there was no way at all, and now he was completely looking for death. Of course, not to mention the weaker Zhang Ang himself.

Suddenly, the archpriest of the Skull Cult spoke, his voice hoarse and sharp, like white bones rubbing against sandpaper: "Hans Christian Andersen, do you really want to fight with me like this? ”

But Mr. Andersen did not answer, and still held the doll with a calm face, and his movements were not chaotic at all.

"It's almost time to speak, and the people you left in the village should be almost dead, and if nothing else, my people have caught up with your prince. What do you think?" the Archpriest of the Skull Cult was not in the slightest move, but the words he said were obviously intended to disturb Mr. Andersen's mind.

Although Mr. Andersen's face was still calm, the accident still happened, and the movements of a black bear paused slightly, and the black-robed priest immediately grabbed this flaw, overturned it, and tore it into pieces.

"Oh, hahaha, we're still fighting, we can't be distracted. Don't worry, I won't do anything to him, I still have to take him to Copenhagen to change things!" The black-robed priest smiled proudly: "I remember, you Denmark seems to be such a prince." Now the old king has few days to live, and we will surely sell this prince for a great price. I don't know how many Martial Saint-level corpses I can get in exchange? This deal is really exciting. ”

"You will not succeed!" said Mr. Andersen's voice, softly, but with unquestionable firmness.

As he spoke, several more dolls came out of the fine carriage.

But instead of taking part in the battle, the dolls began to collect the pieces and parts of the smashed dolls and bring them back to the carriage in a steady stream.

"Huh?" the Archpriest of the Skeleton Sect snorted, and although he didn't know what the use of those parts would be used to bring them back, it was certainly not a good thing.

The movement of his hands was faster, and his hands had turned into shadows in the sky.

The offensive suddenly went berserk, and many times the walking corpses even gave up their defenses, directly trading injuries for action, trying to destroy those unique dolls.

"Since you still want to resist to the end, then don't blame me for being unkind, when the time comes, I will catch your Royal Highness, but don't blame me for not knowing the severity of my attack. The voice of the archpriest of the Skull Cult became a little angry.

Such a threat was ridiculously naïve, but it was very effective, and Mr. Andersen's dolls were noticeably less offensive and more defensive.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ang couldn't hold back any longer, mobilized his internal strength, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Andersen, don't worry, all the skeleton cultists in the village have been killed by us! The rest of the royal guards have gone to protect His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness will be fine!"

"Where did the little doll come from, talking nonsense there!" As soon as the black-robed Grand Priest's eyes froze, two Venerable-level walking corpses left the battlefield and rushed towards Zhang Ang and them.

"Who are you, are you real?" Despite his suspicions, Mr. Andersen sent a tree and a golden pig to stop the two walking corpses.

"We are martial artists who travel around the continent, we have a large number of people, several Venerable-level powerhouses, and we are now sweeping up the remnants of the Skeleton Cultists around, and we specially sent the two of us over to inform Mr. Andersen, to deal with such an evil demon, there is no need to leave your hands, His Royal Highness the Prince is very safe now, and our Venerable-level powerhouses have gone to protect him. Zhang Ang hurriedly explained very exaggeratedly, isn't it just a trick?

"Fart! Where could so many martial artists come to this place where birds don't shit!" Hearing Zhang Ang's words, the Skeleton Sect Grand Master shouted frantically, his face full of disbelief.

"If it's true, you can go back and see for yourself. Zhang Ang stood up and retorted.

Seeing Albert, who was standing up next to him, and seeing the clothes they were wearing, he found that they were indeed not members of the Royal Danish Guard. The big priest's movements became a little flustered: "Fart! It's all fart! This is impossible! You two stinky boys must be lying to me, and you are still at the Venerable level, all of them are farts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Albert jumped up, turned into a brown light, and threw himself into the battlefield of the two walking corpses and the Great Tree Golden Pigs, like a curtain of light, circling around the two walking corpses, making a clanging sound, hindering their movements.

Seeing such a scene, the black-robed Grand Priest fell silent for a moment, and his hands kept moving, but a walking corpse began to retreat and surrounded him.

"He's going to run!" Zhang Ang couldn't help but yell.

Without Zhang Ang's reminder, Mr. Andersen also lifted his hole cards, and the huge and delicate carriage under his feet exploded at once, and countless large dolls flew out of the sky, turning into a downpour and spilling towards the black-robed Skull Sect Grand Master.