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Chapter 30 Flying Sword(1/2)

"That's it?"

Zheng Zhi smiled contemptuously.

Although these zombies are poisoned, they only have true mystical strength and cannot be defeated by his sword.

The young man said nothing, but his expression became more ferocious.

The black robe moved automatically in the absence of wind. Inside the robe, there was a "pattering" sound, as if something was crawling.

Suddenly, many little finger-sized bugs crawled out from under my feet, spreading in all directions.

The bugs burrowed into the corpse.

The corpses trembled slightly and came to life one after another.

There are tens of thousands of zombies, densely packed and extremely visual impact.

Zheng Zhi's expression changed instantly.

With his current strength, dozens of Xuan Kong Realm people are indeed no different from ants to him, but tens of thousands of them are different.

Not to mention the Kongyou Realm, even if the spirit is pregnant, it will probably be consumed by life and death.

"kill him!"

The young man looked at him ferociously and gave an order.

Tens of thousands of zombies swarmed in like a tide.

Zheng Zheng faced Shen Rushui.

The sound of swords sounded, and the heads of dozens of close zombies fell to the ground.

The head rolled down and the zombie stopped moving.

But just when Zheng Zhi relaxed his vigilance, dozens of poisons burst out of his body at the place where his head was severed and attacked Zheng Zhi.

"What the hell?"

Zheng Zhi raised his eyebrows, feeling cold and cold all over his body.

The cold air of the Nine Nethers permeates the zero-degree air, freezing to death all poisonous insects in an instant.

Not far away, the young man looked stunned.

This poisonous insect is his trump card. If he is caught off guard, even a strong Kongyou who has cultivated the Six Paths of Nether Power will die instantly.

But the cold...

While the young man was astonished, Zheng Zhi, whose figure was like lightning, was already heading towards him to kill him.

To capture the thief, capture the king first!

However, the young man had long seen through Zheng Zhi's intention, sneered, and retreated violently.

When he reappeared, he was already on the eaves hundreds of meters away from Zheng Zhi.

The sword failed, and Zheng Zhi's face turned completely ugly.

Because he was trapped in a tight siege.

Tens of thousands of zombies have surrounded him, their terrifying eyes fixed on Zheng Zhi.

The young man smiled and said: "It's a good idea, but unfortunately, it's still too young."

"Don't worry, I won't leave. I will watch you being cut into pieces with my own eyes to relieve the hatred in my heart."

Zheng Zhi remained silent, holding the sword with more force.

He has the confidence to fight his way out.

But what happens next?

There is also a venomous snake watching eagerly outside.

Desperate situation!

However, the zombies didn't give him much time to think.

In the blink of an eye, many zombies were approaching, only a few meters away from Zheng Zhi.

"kill!"

After all, he was a man who had experienced killings. Zheng Zhi did not hesitate and waved the Judgment Sword.

The sword shines like snow and is as dazzling as diamonds.

Cold light flashed across the sword body, and the black blood stained before spattered a circle of blood.

Looking at the sword body again, it is bright red with blood.

The Judgment Sword passed through, and many zombies fell to the ground with their heads.

Jiuyou's true intention was released, and circles of cold air spread, killing the flying poisonous insects.

However, more zombies are still approaching Zheng Zhi.

"Tear!"

A sharp claw, like a cold knife, grabbed Zheng Zhi's arm.

Blood splattered, and the protective ice layer could not stop the power of the claw blade.

Although these zombies only have true mystical strength, their claws and claws are extremely sharp and can hurt Kongyou.

The sharp claws pierced the flesh, and the bright red blood was actually stained with a trace of dark green gas.

"poisonous?"

Zheng Zhi's expression changed drastically.

A burning tingling sensation came.

Zheng Zhi quickly circulated the mysterious energy before draining it out.

"What a weird mysterious energy, can it restrain corpse poison?"

Seeing this scene, the young man's face turned ugly.

But immediately, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Even if you have the ability to reach heaven, you will definitely die today."

"kill!"

Zheng Zhi was killing more and more fiercely, and his eyes were filled with madness.

"My profound energy is consumed a lot. If this continues, I will definitely die."

After killing for a long time, Zheng Zhi was panting.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His whole body was stained with blood, and there were as many as ten wounds on his body, mostly scratches from claws and teeth.

And around them, there were many corpses lying in random directions, as many as thousands.

Looking at the zombies that were still as dense as ants around him, Zheng Zhi felt deeply powerless.

The profound energy in his body has been consumed by nearly 60%.

He glanced at the proud young corpse cultivator in the distance with a gloomy expression.

Unless you can attack from a distance, you can't hurt the opponent at all.

"Wait, long-range attack?"

Zheng Zhi suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

He glanced at the Judgment Sword in his hand and seemed to realize something.

The eyes slowly closed.

quiet!

Zheng Zhi's heart became quiet at this moment.

The harsh roars of zombies around him were directly blocked by his ears.

"Shut your eyes and wait to die?"

The young man watched quietly, with an expression as if he had everything under control.

However, just when he was proud, something unexpected happened.

His pupils shrank sharply, and a strong sense of crisis hit his nerves.

All the naked eye could see was a flash of white light, and then blood splattered.

"How can this be?"

The young man's face was full of astonishment.

When he looked down, he saw that his arms had been broken, neatly cut, and blood was gushing out.

That white light is a sword.
To be continued...
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