Who will deal with the floating zombie boss? The floating zombie boss must be the strongest among the three floating zombies!
Zhang Fan and the two floating corpses were fighting on the shore. From time to time, muffled sounds could be heard, making the originally silent night become noisy. Zhang Fan and the two were evenly matched.
Seeing this situation, Lao Qitou was a little panicked. If no one solves or troubles the boss of the floating corpse, he will not be able to catch the drowned ghost in this pit!
Just when he was impatient, the boss of the floating corpse standing in the center of the pit sneered, then walked toward the shore with water flowing, "Old man, today I want you to become one of us."
As soon as he said these words, the body of the boss of Fushen Zombie rushed towards Lao Qitou and grabbed him directly at the neck of Lao Qitou.
Seeing the astonishing speed of the boss of the floating corpse, a flash of horror flashed in Lao Qitou's eyes. He quickly mobilized the soul energy and true energy in his body, condensed it into his palms, and resisted.
"collapse……"
A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted from the impact point. Under the huge backlash, Lao Qitou's body flew out in an instant, and his body hit the soil slope behind him heavily.
Then it rebounded suddenly, and a mouthful of bright red blood suddenly coughed out from Lao Qitou's mouth, and his cheeks instantly turned pale.
The action of the boss of the floating corpse allowed Zhang Fan to truly see the strength of the boss of the floating zombie. It was really too strong. According to the current strength of the boss of the floating corpse, both auras must reach the second level before he can be his opponent.
A sense of crisis suddenly surged into Zhang Fan's heart.
The boss of the floating corpse came ashore, and drops of water fell from his body. He walked in the direction of Lao Qi's head. Every step he took, his bloated body trembled violently.
"With your little strength, you still want to challenge me. What a joke!" The boss of Floating and Sinking Corpse said disdainfully, "I will drown you right now and make you one of us. How dare you still tell me this?"
Don’t talk about the so-called way of heaven.”
After saying that, he saw the boss of Fushen Corpse grabbing Lao Qitou by the collar with his big fat hands and lifting him up.
After walking to the shore, the boss of the floating corpse pushed Lao Qitou's head into the water, and Lao Qitou's somewhat weak body immediately began to struggle violently.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan, who was fighting with the two floating corpses, became anxious, Lao Qi Tou was going to die!
At this moment, two figures suddenly jumped down from the road. The two figures quickly ran towards the boss of the floating corpse. With lightning speed, they hit the boss of the floating corpse hard.
on the body.
Due to the sudden appearance of these two figures, the boss of the Floating and Sinking Corpse did not notice them in time, so he did not use his energy to resist. Under this collision, the bloated corpse of the boss of the Floating and Sinking Corpse was moved sideways.
It was this sideways movement that gave Lao Qitou a chance to breathe. Lao Qitou suddenly pulled his head out of the water, gasping for air, and at the same time broke away from the hand of the boss of the floating corpse that was holding his collar.
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These two figures are none other than Yan Dong and Fang Haoming.
Zhang Fan refused to let the two of them come over. Although they agreed at the time,
I was worried, so when the night was dark, the two of them came over. They had been hiding behind a pile of firewood. Now that Lao Qitou was about to die, they naturally wanted to take action.
Although the collision caused the boss of the Floating and Sinking Corpse to move a step laterally, the two of them did not feel comfortable either. They were bounced back five to six meters, and there was a sharp pain in their internal organs.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come?" Zhang Fan said while fighting, looking at the two of them.
Zhang Fan's heart sank severely. Although the two of them had just saved Lao Qitou, they were likely to be buried here.
"We are worried about you, Brother Fan." Fang Haoming responded to Zhang Fan.
"You shouldn't have come!" Zhang Fan said seriously.
"Who said you shouldn't come? Haha..." The floating corpse boss laughed and asked, "You all should come. After you die, we will all live in this pit and we will be one family."
Then, the boss of the floating corpse turned his head to Fang Haoming and Yan Dong, "Welcome! Do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it for you?"
"Uncle, let me do it!" At this moment, the kid who had been standing in mid-air and dressed in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty suddenly said, his pale face showing great interest.
"Okay, then it's up to you to do it." Fushen Zhi Lao Dadao said, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the old man."
"Okay, uncle!" the kid said excitedly.
After saying that, I saw his small body rushing towards Yan Dong and Fang Haoming.
Yan Dong knew that Fang Haoming was an ordinary person and not a member of the Taoist sect. He subconsciously blocked Fang Haoming behind him and drew out the peach wood sword that was carried behind him. At the same time, he took out two pieces of paper from his backpack.
Talisman.
He threw the talisman into the air, and with a "whoosh" sound, the two talisman papers instantly burned.
Waves of Tao Qi suddenly spurted out from Yan Dong's body. He pinched his fingers with one hand and muttered a few spells. When the talismans in the air were completely burned out, the peach wood sword in his hand suddenly flashed.
There was a golden light, and this talisman was a talisman that blessed the magic weapon.
This is the first time Zhang Fan has seen Yan Dong perform mystical arts. Judging from his series of techniques, Yan Dong's master is definitely an orthodox Taoist. Yan Dong's Taoist skills are performed in a regular manner. In terms of Taoism,
Yan Dong's talent is pretty good.
At this time, the kid was less than one meter away from Yan Dong. The pair of sharp and small ghost palms, packed with huge force, slapped Yan Dong's head heavily.
Yan Dong quickly swung the peach wood sword in his hand and slashed towards the ghost palm.
A bright light suddenly flashed at the contact location, and at the same time, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing with the sound of "clang".
Yan Dongcai has reached the third level of Taoism. Although this kid is small, he has practiced Taoism for three hundred years and is very strong.
This blow caused Yan Dong to retreat a few steps, let out a muffled groan, and a flush appeared on his face.
The boss of the floating corpse looked at the scene with a smile on his face, as if he was watching a show.
The field was already one-sided. Except for Zhang Fan who could withstand the attacks of the two floating corpses, everyone else was completely at a disadvantage. It was extremely difficult to connect with the opponent's attack.
Zhang Fan didn't want to die, and he didn't want his companions to die either.
Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, was he really going to use that method?