A man was covered in blood, his armor was in tatters, and only one leg was left.
He lay on the ground, panting rapidly, looking at the countless corpses of officers and soldiers beside him. He put the sword in his hand across his neck and shouted to the sky: "Your Majesty! Forgive me for your incompetence, I can only kill myself for redemption! May the heaven save me.
I am Da Song!"
With a "pop" sound, a big black foot trampled him into mud. A tall zombie stood there, looking around.
Thousands of zombies rushed over like a tide from the other side of the hills. Some of them were missing arms and legs, some were holding sticks, showing their sharp teeth, and moved forward with low roars. A few of them were wearing
The zombies in black armor waved their hands and commanded the army.
With a few "whoosh" sounds, a dozen figures flew into the air and landed in front of the zombie army.
The middle-aged man standing at the front was burly, but his clothes were quite messy and there were a few scars on his face.
He looked at the scene in front of him with stern eyes and said solemnly: "This wave of numbers is really too big, please take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he rushed forward with his sword in hand,
Although the dozen or so men and women behind him were all injured, they did not hesitate and faced the zombies all over the mountains and plains in front of them, head on.
The middle-aged man held the fingertips with his left hand and chanted: "The wind and sea are boundless, kill the demons!"
The sword in his right hand immediately glowed with white light. He rushed into the zombies and swung it out with all his strength, and a long sword wind roared out.
Hundreds of zombies in the entire area were cut in half in an instant, and their corpses fell to the ground with a crackle.
On the other side, several people cast spells to wipe out the zombies in front of them in pieces.
I saw lightning flying all over the sky, fireballs flying around, hurricanes whistling by, and dazzling ice skates. The entire area was filled with various spells.
Zombies fell to the ground in droves, and a dozen warriors attacked desperately and indiscriminately.
A man was about to use up his last breath and was surrounded by several zombies, unable to escape.
He bit the tip of his tongue, smeared blood between his eyebrows, muttered something, and slapped his chest with a palm.
There was a "boom" and he exploded to death. Dozens of zombies around him were all bloody and bloody, and several nearby warriors were also shocked and fell to the ground.
"Hey!" The middle-aged man sighed and called for others to form a circle, each using all their spells to destroy the endless army of zombies.
Under the crazy attack, the zombies were unable to get close to several people for a while, and fell to the ground in pieces.
Suddenly, the zombie army roared and began to retreat, until it retreated several hundred meters away.
Several people looked at it in confusion, not knowing what it meant.
Suddenly, a powerful force came from far away, and several people were oppressed until they could not breathe.
The middle-aged man observed the surroundings with stern eyes, took out a few pills from his pocket and distributed them to several people next to him, and said seriously: "Brothers and sisters, to this day, there are many things that I don't need to say more. For the sake of all living beings,
For the sake of the working people of the Song Dynasty, please make your own decision! No matter what, you must remember your mission and conscience!"
Soon, a cloud of black smoke floated from a distance and landed dozens of meters away from them.
The zombie army slowly stopped roaring and making noise, and all knelt down quietly. Only a few zombies in black armor stood there.
The middle-aged man saw this scene, looked at the black smoke, and said to himself: "Isn't it possible...?"
Several people were staring nervously when the black smoke suddenly exploded with a "boom", and a powerful shock wave blew away
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Several people were instantly knocked to the ground.
Soon, a tall figure stood there.
When the black smoke gradually faded, everyone could see the figure clearly.
He is almost two meters tall and looks like a young man in his twenties. He is not tall and even a little thin. His whole body is covered by a black cloak, only his face is exposed. He has bright eyes and a high nose.
, with no trace of color on his fair skin, he looked at them expressionlessly.
"Who are you? You look like a human being, not those things!" The middle-aged man pointed his fingers and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
"He is definitely not a kind person, look at the appearance of those zombies!" said a person behind him.
"No need to talk nonsense, just destroy it!" another person said.
He immediately burst out with true energy and chanted: "Heaven and Earth Xuanwu, eliminate demons and protect the way!" A golden sword wind mixed with gravel rushed towards the young man opposite.
In the blink of an eye, the sword wind reached the opponent's face.
As soon as the young man raised his hand, the whistling wind of the sword was struck without a trace.
He then raised his hand and pointed at the man who attacked him. Before the other man could react, he saw his head separated, blood spurting out from his neck, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".
Several people stood there in a daze, watching their companions lose their lives in an instant, feeling extremely shocked and sad in their hearts.
"Falling flowers make a sound, mountains and rivers are infinite!"
"Fire and thunder roar, unstoppable!"
Two of them had tears in their eyes as they recited the mantra, and countless petals and thunder and lightning rushed toward the opposite side.
The young man raised his hand again, pointed at two people respectively, and muttered something.
The two people suddenly stopped and stood there. Soon, blood marks appeared on their bodies, and the two people were divided into several pieces and fell to the ground.
The others looked at everything in front of them in shock again, unable to bear the instant loss of their companions. They were fighting together just now, but now they are separated by yin and yang.
Several people held back their grief, shed tears, and each cast a spell and rushed over.
The young man stretched out his hands, waved them in the air, and whispered something.
I saw countless thin black threads entangling several people, unable to move.
The black line exuded a terrifying aura, slowly tightening, getting tighter and tighter.
Several people looked at each other, biting the tip of their tongues and preparing to blow themselves up.
The young man flicked his finger, and the black line tightened instantly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere for a while, which was horrible to watch.
Now only the middle-aged man was left standing there. He had no tears, looked at the young man with a serious expression and said, "Are you the Black Spirit?"
The young man opposite still said nothing and looked at him quietly.
"You evil things will definitely be punished! I, the heroes of the Song Dynasty, will kill you all!" the middle-aged man said softly.
He took off his torn clothes and was naked from the waist up. He tapped a few acupuncture points on his body, bit the tip of his tongue, and smeared the blood on the blade of the sword and between his eyebrows.
He knelt on the ground with a pop, raised his head and roared: "Heroes of the Song Dynasty, where are you! Come and save our Song Dynasty quickly! I am willing to sacrifice my life for it!"
After saying that, his body slowly glowed with golden light, spinning around him.
Hei Ling was slowly walked towards him, his face still showing the same indifference.
The middle-aged man violently exploded all his last energy, and the powerful golden light turned into a sword and slashed at the approaching black spirit.
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Like cotton hitting steel, the golden light disappeared on the black spirit.
He stretched out his hand to lift the dying middle-aged man up and looked at it carefully. After a moment, with a force, the middle-aged man turned into powder and floated in the wind.
Hei Ling looked at the slaves all over the mountains and plains, waved his hand, and the zombie army surged forward again like a tide.
Suddenly, Hei Ling stretched out his hand and ordered the army that had just started to stop.
It stood there looking at the sky, as if it felt something.
Sure enough, several forces gradually approached from a distance, very fast.
With a few "whoosh" sounds, several figures appeared on the hilltop not far away.
There are old men with snow-white beards, middle-aged men with stern eyes, young and handsome young men, and beautiful women as beautiful as flowers.
They all emitted dazzling light, holding different magic weapons, and stood majestically looking at the black spirit.
"Ancestor Yu Ganxiao, is that the Black Spirit?" a woman asked.
An old man with a white beard nodded and replied: "You will know it is it when you feel the breath. Ancestor Miaoxi Mei, this thing is very powerful, maybe even more powerful than you and me!"
Miao Laozu closed his eyes, then opened them again, and said coldly: "It is indeed the source of evil. This power is indeed very powerful, but I don't know if it is the original deity or an incarnation. If it is the deity, I will do it today." Destroy it."
"I'm talking about Mr. Miao, this shouldn't be what you said, right? I don't remember that you haven't praised anyone." The handsome man next to him smiled.
"Wan Lei Feng! Shut up! Look at you, you are over a hundred years old, and you have turned into such a young and handsome look." Miaoximei laughed.
"I'm telling you, you two, now is not the time to joke around. The one opposite is the Black Spirit, the leader of all evil! Maybe, we have to have someone here today to explain." The middle-aged man next to him said dissatisfied.
"Situ Yun, I have no other intentions." Wan Leifeng said with a smile.
Hei Ling watched quietly as they were bickering here, a little confused.
He waved his hand, and a thin zombie flew out from the zombie army.
I saw it was wearing black armor, holding a long scimitar in its hand, and the black eye sockets without eyes were shining with red light.
"That's not an ordinary thing, it should be one of its eight generals. Pay attention!" Yu Ganxiao said seriously.
The zombie waved his hand, and the long scimitar hit several people like spinning darts. The force was so powerful that the zombies were blown away by the wind and could hardly stand.
A man in red sneered, stepped forward and punched out a Taoist talisman.
"Long Shengtian, don't be careless!" Wan Leifeng warned.
The two objects collided, and the Taoist talisman was blown away by the scimitar like a leaf, and continued to fly at a high speed.
Long Shengtian tilted his head, and the scimitar passed by his face, and a faint bloodstain appeared on his face.
"Ah?" Several people looked at Long Shengtian in surprise.
"Old Long, it seems you haven't been injured in more than a hundred years, right?" Miao Ximei said.
Long Shengtian touched the wound and soon recovered as before. He frowned, clenched his fists and looked at the thin armored zombie opposite him. A faint red color slowly gathered around him.
"Old Long is angry, everyone, get out of the way." Yu Ganxiao noticed something was wrong and quickly reminded him.
Several people immediately flew into the air and retreated several hundred meters.
Long Shengtian stretched out his hand, pointed at the armored zombie, and said calmly: "You, come out."