Chapter 27 You call this the second realm of Wufu?
In Mu Tao's arms, holding the frightened woman, she retreated several tens of feet. On her knees were two divine walking armor and horse talismans that were exactly the same as Xia Ze's.
"This guy's talisman actually works." Mu Tao smiled knowingly.
With one successful blow, Xia Ze activated the talisman, retreated violently, and moved towards the crowd. The zombie king, the most rugged figure, with arms as thick as rafters, smashed the ground, chasing after him.
Most of the young sect monks present cursed in their hearts.
Even though I had just won a good game, I was still afraid of those arms as thick as a rafter and that bloody mouth.
"Don't be afraid, we will face the enemy together! Set up the Wushan Seven-Star Tiangang Sword Formation!" someone in the crowd shouted.
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, dozens of disciples of the Immortal family wearing lake blue robes held swords in both hands and surrounded the giant zombie. Their steps were agile and ever-changing, and they actually walked in the shape of the Big Dipper.
The sword in his hand stabbed or chopped along a fixed trajectory. Gradually, sword energy shot straight into the sky, and finally turned into a six-foot-tall long sword.
The chilling aura above him was almost heartbreaking.
"fall!"
The overwhelming rain of swords fell and washed over the zombie king's back. Only a low roar was heard, and the huge body was pushed to the ground. The steady flow of sword energy continued until the huge sword above his head disappeared.
Amidst the explosion that resounded through the sky, a cloud of smoke completely covered the zombie king's figure.
This sword formation poured out the sword energy of dozens of inner disciples of Zhenwu Mountain, and even the ground where the Zombie King was standing was blasted into a big hole by the sword energy.
"Don't take it lightly, this monster might not be completely dead yet." The leader ordered to all the disciples of Zhenwu Mountain.
A man sat on a hilltop somewhere and witnessed the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation just now. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Tiangang Sword Formation? It's just a second-rate sect in Zhenwu Mountain. The ancestors of the Ancestral Hall haven't even been invited to come out.
If you dare to call yourself Tiangang, are you afraid that you will make me laugh out loud?"
The smoke has not dissipated for a long time. A disciple in the inner chamber of Zhenwu Mountain was anxious. He took out his magic weapon and tied the demon rope. He was about to find out what was going on when he suddenly heard the dark boy behind him shouting, "Be careful!"
In the smoke, Huoran stretched out a big hand the size of a bell hammer and grabbed him in.
Deep in the smoke, there was endless wailing, and no one could hear it without being frightened. The divine walking armor and horse talismans on Xia Ze's knees had been activated to the extreme, but it was still a step too late. The pure energy of the hard stone warriors was a drop in the bucket after all.
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Xia Ze's eyes were red, and he rushed into the smoke resolutely. With a flash of thought in his mind, he officially entered the second realm of martial arts, the innocent realm.
In the sand, a golden ray of light flashed past. The Zombie King pointed his finger and fell to the ground. He seemed a little unbelievable. He put his left hand with one finger missing in front of his eyes. Purple blood spurted out, and his wailing sound was almost loud.
Shatter the eardrums of others.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Xia Ze hugged the bloody man who was almost crushed into a 'paper ball' and retreated dozens of steps in a row.
Xu Hun looked at Xia Ze's agile figure, "That kid is only in the second realm, how can that zombie king be considered to be equivalent to the strength of the sixth martial arts realm? The ordinary martial arts second realm has such power?"
Wei Yuhan was also in a state of shock. The kid had clearly used some kind of magic weapon to slash out a sword in the smoke screen. The Zombie King, who was even difficult for him to deal with, was like chopping melons and vegetables. He couldn't help it.
He didn't admit that before the previous competition, he thought that Xia Ze was completely unqualified to compete with him for Mu Tao, but now, he was beyond his reach.
Xia Ze brought the disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, who was bleeding all over his body, to the person who ordered him to set up the sword formation. The person bowed his hands and said with shame on his face: "Thank you, young hero, for your help, young hero, for saving my junior brother." , I, Song Yuanqiao, will never forget it.”
Xia Ze shook his head: "You're welcome, if it weren't for me, your junior brother might not have been injured so badly."
"Young hero, to support justice and kill evil spirits is the teaching taught by our Zhenwu Mountain Ancestral Master Hall, and it is also the unshirkable responsibility of every Zhenwu Mountain disciple."
On the battlefield, except for one finger of the zombie king's right hand that was cut off by Xia Ze, the damage caused by the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation was not significant. It hammered the ground with both arms. Every time it hammered, somewhere on the battlefield ground was A sharp stone pillar will suddenly stick out, and if you are not careful, it will be stabbed into meat skewers. In just one cup of tea, dozens of sect disciples will be killed or injured.
"What's going on with these sects on the mountain? They've all reached a critical moment of life and death, and everyone still has to stand by and watch in danger?" Wei Yuhan was furious.
In the sect that was fighting with the Zombie King, except for the disciples of Zhenwu Mountain who came out in full force and dozens of scattered cultivators with benevolent hearts, the other first- and second-rate sects actually just stood aside from a distance, with no intention at all. It means to help.
"General Du also means to stand by and watch?" Wei Yu looked at Du Jiangchuan coldly.
Du Jiangchuan seemed to look at Xu Hun intentionally or unintentionally, and then said respectfully: "Your Highness Wei, this matter involves the game between the Immortal Family and the sects on the mountain, rather than the invasion of Mangzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Our Ever Victorious Army has no obligation to take action, otherwise It will damage Da Qi's deterrence against the sects on the mountain, so please think twice, Your Highness."
Wei Yuhan had tried very hard to control the strong anger in his heart, but his tightly clenched fists were still crackling. At a certain moment, his mind was attracted by a woman somewhere on the battlefield, and then he rushed towards the Zombie King without looking back. .
"Yuhan! Where are you going?" Xu Hun shouted.
Du Jiangchuan's shameless words echoed in Wei Yuhan's mind, and he cursed angrily in his heart: "Has it harmed Daqi? I've hurt your grandma's legs. Why didn't I mention it when I was arrogant at the border and was undermining the majesty of Daqi?" "
The Zombie King slapped one by one, and slapped away the monks and warriors who rushed up. Suddenly, he heard someone cursing above his head. His chest sank, and he was slapped to the ground by Wei Yuhan who fell from the sky. A golden flying dragon flew with a shadow. It flew out and quickly wrapped around the zombie king's body.
"Dragon Qi? That young man is actually a member of the royal family." Someone exclaimed.
The Zombie King reacted very quickly and slapped Wei Yuhan who was standing in front of his chest with both hands. With this slap, no matter how tough his body was, he would be beaten into a pulp.
At the critical moment, Li You and Fu Qi each held a sword and stabbed the Zombie King's palms that were about to join hands.
This blow, which was as heavy as a boulder rolling down, made the two people who came to help pale slightly, and the strong wind blew their clothes, but fortunately they were able to withstand it.
Elsewhere, Song Xi was holding an ink stick and swung it like a long whip. There was blood flowing out of his bones. This was caused by the full blow of the red-haired zombie after killing dozens of monks one after another. .
This zombie seemed to have been a martial artist with little success in boxing during his lifetime, so that he could still use boxing as a close skill after death. In addition, the already extremely hard zombie's body was enhanced by his status as a martial artist. Like a tiger with wings.
Song Xi was extremely afraid of the red-haired zombie's boxing skills.
If he hadn't been on guard and luckily dodged the punch, which was enough to shatter his brain, he certainly wouldn't have fought him directly.
He pulled out the ink stick in his hand and fired a dazzling spark on the chest and abdomen of the red-haired zombie. The red-haired zombie was in pain. When he went crazy, he rushed up regardless and punched him to death. The old man took out another gun from his arms.
Hold the black beans and scatter them all towards it.
Only the crackling sound was heard on the red-haired zombie, and a series of fires ignited on it.
The ink line is the most just thing in the world; the glutinous rice and red beans absorb the yang energy of the sun and have a natural restraint effect on ghosts and evil things.
The red-haired zombie has a strong body, like a burned-out candle that keeps melting.
Seeing that the monster seemed to have run out of energy, Song Xi took out his copper coin sword and stabbed it out. However, he was grabbed by the red-haired zombie and refused to let go even though his hands with only bones were ablaze with fire.
Song Xi looked horrified. He was pushed back four or five steps by the red-haired zombie. He kicked the zombie in the abdomen, but its claw pierced his thigh.
Su Xian, who was on the ground, was holding the seriously injured Nie Yueming. Looking at the two people who were getting closer and closer, she couldn't help but feel panic in her heart. The man in her arms was shaking like chaff and kept shaking: "Junior sister, help me...
.Junior sister, save me..."
No matter what she said, she was just a woman. How could she not be afraid? The man in his arms seemed to be sensing something and was holding on to the woman's wrist.
"Senior brother, don't be afraid. I'll be here with you. I'm not going anywhere. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. It's okay." She comforted softly.
The man seemed to have calmed down a bit, but with trembling hands, he intentionally or unintentionally fumbled for the bottle of black dog blood that Song Xi gave to Su Xian.
"Junior sister... let's run away... this old thing is dying. It will only hurt me later..."
Su Xian looked at Nie Yueming in disbelief: "Master Song is trying his best to protect us, how can we abandon him..."
A trace of indifference flashed in the man's eyes, and he immediately begged: "Junior sister, senior brother is deeply devoted to you... Can you bear to see me die like this?"
Su Xian looked troubled. At this moment, Song Xi and the red-haired zombie were fighting to the death. It depended on who could not hold on and fell down in one breath. At that time, it would not be a matter of victory or defeat, but a matter of life and death.
"Junior sister!" Nie Yueming in his arms completely lost his patience and urged anxiously.
Seeing that Su Xian didn't answer, his face turned cold, he hid one hand behind his back and took out a dagger...
"You are such a scumbag." Mu Tao's voice sounded in his heart.
Nie Yueming was startled by Mu Tao's sudden arrival and looked panicked. Su Xian looked at Mu Tao, somewhat confused.
Song Xi endured the pain in his leg, shouted loudly, took off the copper coins from the copper coin sword, and stuffed a handful into the mouth of the red zombie.
Several sparks popped out from the monster's chest and abdomen. Before it was destroyed physically and mentally, it stabbed out a palm with all its strength and struck at the old man's chest. The blood all over Song Xi's body seemed to solidify at this moment. The wind of death was like this.
of hustle and bustle.
Just when it was about to sink into the old man's chest, the red-haired zombie sighed helplessly and shattered into ashes on the ground.
Mu Tao quietly retracted the hairpin, and when Su Xian turned her head, she quickly punched Nie Yueming on the cheek, causing the man to faint immediately.
"Senior brother! Senior brother, what's wrong with you, senior brother? What's wrong with my senior brother?" Su Xian looked at the unconscious Nie Yueming in her arms and asked crying.
"He was injured too badly. He must have been poisoned in the battle just now." Mu Tao's face was full of sincerity.