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On the houses, in the open space, beside the roads, in the fields, in the ruins, they either caught each other and killed each other, or several people besieged each other, and the fight was inexorable.

Zhang Ang and Albert looked at it and found that although they had different weapons and martial arts, most of them had master-level strength, and it was not uncommon for them to be grandmaster-level, and there were also a few great grandmasters.

Most of the Danish royal guards are wearing heavy armor or chain mail, helmets and protective gear, and most of the blades are war swords, heavy swords, long and short spears, chain hammer shields and other military weapons. The Skeleton Cultists are much weirder, most of them are skinny and have black and gray skin, but they are all ghostly and powerful, and they even do not dodge in the face of the slashing of weapons, let them fall on their bodies, and then launch a counterattack without care. And most of them use hand-to-hand martial arts such as palm techniques, fist techniques or leg techniques, which are very weird.

And obviously, those Skeletonists had the upper hand, and there were constantly royal guards who could not resist and were killed by them alone, or besieged, and as time went on, there were more and more Skeletonists, and there were fewer and fewer royal guards.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ang and the others did not hesitate to join the battle group to help those Danish royal guards deal with their opponents.

Like those master-level skeleton cultists, it was easy to deal with, and often Zhang Ang could take them out with a few swords, and for Albert, it was just a wave of his hand. The scattered and mobile royal guards gathered around them to rescue their companions in danger.

Of course, those Skeleton Cultists would not sit idly by and watch this enemy grow, a large number of masters were drawn and surrounded them, among them, there were several masters at the Grandmaster level, the Great Grandmaster level, and even the leader was a Venerable-level master!

The team that had been heading all the way north was suddenly stopped, and everyone fell into a bitter battle. Even Zhang Ang and Albert are no exception.

Zhang Ang faced a Grand Grandmaster and three Grandmaster-level masters, while Albert directly confronted the Skeleton Sect Venerable who exuded an incomparably powerful momentum.

In fact, Zhang Ang's sword technique was very restrained by these Skeleton Cultists, and his sword could enter from the weakest part of their body, largely ignoring their unusually strong and strong bodies, giving him enough confidence to defeat his opponent.

But being besieged was different, the four Skeleton Cultists cooperated unexpectedly well, the attack was as good as expected, the defense was leaky, and the tacit understanding seemed to be one person. If it weren't for the fact that their movements were a little stiff, Zhang Ang could barely rely on light exercises to dodge, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on at all.

Looking at Albert again, he was also in a bitter battle. Although the black robe on the Venerable's body was torn and tattered, revealing a piece of iron blue skin like ribs, the defensive power of this skin was amazing, and even the Sunflower True Qi that Albert had cultivated and was famous for its sharp and extremely fast speed could not leave a wound on it. And the strength of the Skeleton Sect Venerable was also extremely fast, his hands turned into claws, and with a few strokes, even the heavily armored guards who were fully armed were torn into pieces by him. If Albert hadn't restrained him, he would have been able to wipe out the entire Royal Guard team on his side.

Seeing that Zhang Ang's side was in a bitter battle, a grandmaster-level royal guard shouted: "Your side is the corpse controller! Only one of them is a real body! The other three are zombies controlled by him!"

"Corpse controller, what is that?" Zhang Ang was confused.

The royal guard hurriedly explained while fighting frantically: "The Skeleton Church has two different secret martial arts, one uses secret methods to absorb the corpses of other strong people and strengthen their own strength, which is called corpse refiner. One uses a secret method to train martial arts powerhouses into corpses and control them to fight, called corpse controllers! Your opponent is the extremely rare corpse controller!"

Hearing his explanation, Zhang Ang understood. He began to observe his opponent carefully.

It stands to reason that the corpse controller is most likely to be the Great Grandmaster-level Skeleton Cultist, but Zhang Ang doesn't think so, although this Great Grandmaster-level Skeleton Cultist has the realm of the Great Grandmaster, he doesn't use any signature means such as air control and internal vapor transformation, but the speed, defense and strength are stronger than the others. Second, if that corpse controller had the strength of a great grandmaster, why did he need to control those three grandmaster-level masters who were obviously inferior to himself?

But which of the other three was the real corpse controller?, Zhang Ang pondered as he struggled to dodge and parry their attacks.

Looking at the movements, all four of them were slightly stiff. Looking at the attack, all of them did not spare their hands, and their movements were like machines. Look at the defense, all of them are covered in iron, and their bodies are like steel.

Zhang Ang saw that he couldn't resist it, and made up his mind: There is no way, take a gamble and give it a go.

He drank violently, jumped up, and the endless internal qi gathered on the tip of the knife, slashing towards the Great Grandmaster-level Skeleton Cultist.

The Skeleton Cultist had obviously seen Zhang Ang's sword technique, turned around with one hand, protected the vital point, and stretched out the other hand and grabbed Zhang Ang.

The other three also launched an attack on Zhang Ang, who was wide open.

Zhang Ang roared again, the internal force of his whole body was agitated, and he stopped his body in the layers of siege, turned around, and slashed at the three grandmaster-level skeleton cultists with a sharp slash.

Two of them still slapped at the back, but the other turned his hands around to protect his vital body.

Haha, found you!

With no thick into the room!

The stainless steel kitchen knife deftly changed direction, drawing a shining knife light.

The blade sliced through the air, cut through the tough skin, severed the ligaments that link muscles to muscles, and severed the cartilage joints where bones connect with bones.

The flash of the knife flashed, and a head full of disbelief and horror flew into the air.

"Knock" "Knock" "Knock" "Knock"

The four bodies fell to the ground, motionless.

The momentum that had already formed was also wiped out at once.

With a cold sweat, Zhang Ang's heart beat fast, and the hand holding the knife trembled a little.

It's really between life and death, one wrong step, one slow step, and death!

However, I guessed right, I bet right, I won! Zhang Ang couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

And over there, Albert also divided the winners.

His light skills were obviously exerted to the extreme, and he turned into a brown light curtain, surrounding the Skeleton Sect Venerable, and countless small explosions exploded on the Venerable's body.

The Venerable Man seemed to be in brown water, waving his claws in vain to catch Albert.

But Albert didn't stop, the brown light curtain was expanding, absorbing everything around him, the blades scattered on the ground, the scattered broken masonry, all were absorbed into the light curtain, and the body of the Venerable One kept flashing and exploding.

Finally, with the extreme speed of light, a scorched black wound appeared on the Venerable's iron-blue skin. Then the wounds grew more and more dense, until they enveloped him all over his body, turned into a pitch-black charcoal, and fell to the ground.

Only fast does not break! Friction at high speed! Friction generates heat!

Albert, you are such a genius, Zhang Ang couldn't help but complain.