Old Mrs. Sang bowed down, slapped her palms on the ground in front of her, and shouted sternly: "The lotus flowers are different from the sun!"

Puff! Puff! Puff...

In the lotus pond, the petals of millions of blood-colored lotus flowers turned into red light mist. At the same time, millions of blood-colored lotus seeds were sprayed out from the lotus pod, tearing the air, and roaring at the seven dead monks who were chasing the sky with flying swords, just like hundreds of soldiers shooting up the sky at the same time.

Four monks were shot by the blood-colored lotus seeds coming from below like heavy rain. The dead body was shot like a sieve hole. The body fell straight from the sky and fell into the lotus pond. Three monks had crossed the lotus pond before the blood-colored lotus seed launched an attack and were lucky to escape the rapid fire attack of the lotus seed.

The ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi looked at the two old willows that were approaching with heavy steps and said softly: "Grandma Sang, you are really restless. This lotus pond and this willow tree are bewitched by you. After all, the evil demons and heretics only know these tricks of carvings and insects. Do you want to use these magic tricks to mess up the world?"

An old willow had already come behind Xiao Kaibi, spread the branches of his right arm, and suddenly grabbed the ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi. Xiao Kaibi's body was caught by the branches of the old willow, and then countless green silk ribbons were wrapped around it, like thousands of ropes bound Xiao Kaibi layer by layer, and a huge green cocoon appeared on the tree.

Xiao Kaibi's body suddenly exuded a sharp sword energy, and his body was still the same body, but the feeling he gave people suddenly turned into a sharp sword, the five elements were mutually rebellious, and Lao Liu became a spirit, but he still had not been transformed.

The five elements are insulted, and metal should defeat wood!

Lao Liu felt a strong and domineering metal aura from Xiao Kaibi's body. In its feeling, Xiao Kaibi is a knife, an invincible knife, with a fierce and invincible sword!

The green silk ribbons wrapped around the body of the ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibu broke inch by inch. The branches that the old willow tightly grasped were as neat and smooth as if they were cut by a sharp blade. The branches as thick as those of the adult waist fell to the ground with a thunderous trunk.

Xiao Kaibi's body passed through Lao Liu's torso, and the tree trunk was divided into two, and red liquid flowed out from the smooth and neat cut, as red as blood!

Afterwards, Lao Liu, who arrived, had not yet made an attack, was penetrated horizontally by Xiao Kaibi's body, which was emitting a cold light. While the ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi cut open and cut off their bodies, he lit a fire. Wood can produce fire, but fire can completely destroy wood.

The ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi stepped onto the pier, and the bridge deck made a squeaking sound. Thousands of lotus pods turned and aimed at him. The ghost craftsman looked straight and walked forward slowly.

Old Mrs. Sang leaned down with her hands, raised her head, staring at the direction where the ghost craftsman came...

Kunwu Cave is not far from the grass house. When Qin Lang and Xue Wu were running all the way, three dead monks had already chased him from the sky with swords. They crossed their heads and turned sharply in the void. The three of them landed on the ground.

Three flying swords shot towards Xue Wu at the same time. Qin Lang was already completely sure at this time that their primary target of attack today was Xue Wu.

"Brother, I will lead the flying sword away and you will deal with them."

Relying on his speed and agility, Xue Wu's white body turned into a beam of white light and walked back and forth, with three flying swords following closely behind.

Qin Lang took this opportunity to rush towards Lin Yifeng among the three. To be precise, it was just Lin Yifeng's corpse. They just hid in the grass cottage and witnessed the scene of the ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi using his flying sword to kill seven monks.

Qin Lang also had a sword. When they escaped from the grass house, he took it away from the wall to defend himself.

After he recovered from his body, his shame returned, and at the same time he returned with fear and fear of death. When he was in the body of bones, he acted fearless because he was not afraid of losing, and he had nothing to lose.

Now he has not had time to adapt to this body psychologically, but he has to devote himself to the battle between life and death.

die!

At worst, it's just a death!

Not that I have never died!

There is nothing to be afraid of!

Fear must be overcome. Fear will make people lose courage. Losing courage means losing fighting spirit, and losing fighting spirit will undoubtedly lose.

Qin Lang bravely rushed up with a sharp sword in his hand. He captured the thief first, and targeted Lin Yifeng, and slashed Lin Yifeng's neck with one sword. Judging by intuition, he could completely disintegrate the opponent's combat power unless he cut off Lin Yifeng's head.

There was an indescribable manic impulse in his body, which made him full of hatred for his enemies and bloody desire to kill him quickly.

The idea of ​​killing spread in his heart, which quickly breeds bloodthirsty thoughts, and the speed of his sword drawing was more than twice as fast as before. This is because the new muscles and ligaments combined with the bones formed a new and complete power system.

Lin Yifeng looked at Qin Lang with dull eyes, and he also started to start, and came first. Although he had become a zombie, his movement speed was still amazing. His cold left hand tried to grab Qin Lang's right wrist, and at the same time, his right fist hit Qin Lang's weak ribs hard.

Qin Langxinsheng's eyes were particularly sharp, capturing every detail of the opponent's attack, accurately controlling his body, and avoiding the opponent's attack.

The right sword slashed Lin Yifeng's neck and made a thud. After Lin Yifeng became a zombie, his body surface was close to petrification, and his defense power was more than doubled. Although Qin Lang's sword cut open his skin, it failed to cut off his head.

Qin Lang's left fist hit Lin Yifeng's jaw accurately. The moment he hit the opponent, the long-lost pain made Qin Lang's breathing almost pause.

Re-owned body begins with the experience of harm and pain. You must endure the pain of superhuman in order to inspire superhuman power.

Qin Lang let out a roar because of the pain, not only anger, but also to boost his courage.

Lin Yifeng's head just shook slightly, and Qin Lang's left fist was recoiled severely by the opponent's hard mandible. Everything became so sensitive, especially for pain.

Holding the pain, he hit Lin Yifeng's throat with two consecutive punches. The fist was as fast as lightning, which had surpassed his own imagination. Under Qin Lang's rapid attack, Lin Yifeng could only be passively beaten.

Shen Yixiong and another death monk did not join their battle group. The two of them encircled from the other side. Their main target was the white fox, the white fox Xuewu, who was still chased by three flying swords.

Dead Lin Yifeng could not feel any pain. Qin Lang's four fingers in his left fist were shocked to the bone marrow, but it did not include the middle finger.

His middle finger only had a little pain in the outer skin, his bones felt no feeling, and it didn't hurt at all. Suddenly, he remembered that Old Mrs. Sang said that he would use a white bone pen to replace his middle finger and radius, and Qin Lang looked at his middle finger.

The right-hand sword slashed Lin Yifeng's neck wound one after another, splitting his neck in half. The recoil force made the pain caused by the right hand almost unable to control the long sword in his hand. Lin Yifeng's right fist hit Qin Lang's lower abdomen again.

Qin Lang flexibly avoided his punch, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab Lin Yifeng's face. His middle finger grabbed Lin Yifeng's eyes. Before he could use force, a green light burst out from the tip of his middle finger.

Lin Yifeng's body suddenly froze there, as if it was fixed. He forgot to continue attacking Qin Lang, and his eyes stared at Qin Lang blankly: "Master..."

The white bone pen that has turned into a part of Qin Lang's body still has its effect and has not been damaged by changes. Qin Lang was overwhelmed with surprise and immediately issued an order.

"Go and save her!"

Three flying swords shot from the left, middle and right toward the white fox Xuewu. Chen Yixiong and another monk had already arrived behind Xuewu.

Xuewu was desperate, and her dark blue eyes showed a desperate and panic-like light.

While life and death were hanging on the line, Lin Yifeng rushed up at an astonishing speed and used his dead body to block the three flying swords for Xuewu.

The three flying swords inserted into his body almost at the same time and came out of his body.

Lin Yifeng felt no pain at all, pulled out his own sword, and with a backhand sword, cutting off a junior brother's head. The blood on the neck of the headless corpse had condensed. He waved his hands and fell to the ground, dead without being stiff, and tried to get up again.

Chen Yixiong let out a beast-like howl and pounced on Lin Yifeng. Lin Yifeng stabbed his abdomen with a sword. The sword penetrated through Chen Yixiong's body and the sword tip came out from behind.

Chen Yixiong raised his right hand and grabbed his sword, and stabbed it into Lin Yifeng's chest with one sword. The two of them felt no pain, and picked up their swords and chopped each other wildly, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Xue Wu was frightened by the crazy situation of killing each other in front of her, but the headless corpse secretly grabbed the sword that landed on the ground.
Chapter completed!