The first thousand seven hundred and eighty-six chapters green stiff Bier
When the demon sword was unsheathed, Young Master Tang's whole aura changed in vain. The laughter on his face disappeared, replaced by a cold and stern look. His upper body leaned forward, and he had already rushed several feet away.
Rub rub rub - Young Master Tang lowered his head to drag the knife, stretched out one arm diagonally like an eagle spreading its wings, and passed Mao Mengmeng at an extremely fast speed. The murderous aura surging around her made her unable to help herself.
He shrank his neck, thinking it was a gust of cold wind.
The zombie stared coldly at the oncoming Tang Guobin, sniffed twice, and in vain squatted down and jumped up. This jump was two meters high, stretched out his arms forward, and flew out.
He wanted to jump over the person's head and continue to pounce on the woman he had been chasing for a long time. Only the blood on the woman's body was what he needed to complete his transformation.
Young Master Tang stopped with a click, raised his head and raised his hand to throw out a dazzling crescent-shaped arc of light. He was still very skillful in using the sword after not using it for a long time. His kung fu was different from Xu Qing's. He focused on the sword.
With the use of Gang, the entity of the blade is hidden between the dazzling Gang. Both have extremely strong lethality. The highest state of the sword-drawing style is to prevent the enemy from ever catching the sword. It is the fatal killing move.
Only through transformation can the true essence of Bato-ryu be brought into full play.
The zombie in mid-air happened to be less than half a meter across from him. When he saw the sword rising from the air, he clucked twice as if he knew how powerful it was. He deflected his body in the air and avoided the killing move. However,
It was this turning movement in the air that exhausted all the strength of his forward thrust, and he fell down with a thud.
Before the zombie landed, Young Master Tang suddenly turned around with his heel as the axis. The Muramasa sword turned into a bright arc and swept diagonally towards the zombie's abdomen and chest. Regardless of whether it hit the target or not, it turned back. This was the draw of the sword.
The most pretentious trick in the art is called the shameless knife by Mr. Tang. When you clearly hit someone, you still have to pretend to be like you have never done it before. Isn't this just shameless? I don't know who created the knife.
If the masters of the sword style knew about it, would they jump up from the ground and scold them?
Click! The zombie made a dull sound like a knife chopping old wood. The body was pushed back two feet by the remaining energy. The casual clothes on the chest were cut open with a straight gap. What was exposed was not the skin, but a layer of fish scales.
Patterned armor, no wonder this guy is invulnerable, it turns out there is something like this at play.
Young Master Tang sneered and said: "I thought it was a zombie that escaped from the old grave in the wilderness, but I didn't expect it to be a domesticated creature. I wonder if the guy hiding behind the scenes who wants you to die again will show up?" He could start from
The fish scale armor on the zombie determines that this is a zombie that is being raised by someone, otherwise he would not be given protective fish scale armor. If this is the case, things will become a bit complicated.
Giggle! Zombies won't talk, but they will also make two loud sounds in their throats. This kind of creature is different from Western vampires. They will not develop wisdom before transforming into green zombies. If the first vampires are compared to viruses
Sexual assimilation, then zombies will be reborn after being put to death. They are all people who have died once. Wisdom and memory seem to go dormant with death. They can only be regained in the process of continuous evolution and transformation. If we only talk about combat effectiveness of vampires,
It's not even worthy of carrying shoes for a zombie.
Young Master Tang doesn't care about any zombie vampires. Anyway, in his dictionary, anything that harms people should be eliminated. Now he has to speed up and deal with the guy in front of him. He is wearing fish scale armor but not on his head, so give him a
Open the gourd. Just do it as soon as you think of it. After thinking about it, he jumped into the air with a long knife in hand. The light of the knife flashed and struck down on the top of the zombie's head like thunder falling from the void.
The zombie looked up at the light of the sword falling from the sky. He slid his feet and moved two feet away in an instant, narrowly avoiding the thunderous strike. The long sword quickly spun and fell, and poof! A crack was cut out of the cement floor by the falling sword.
, Mr. Tang had already landed on the ground after slashing the empty man with his sword. This guy seemed to be a little anxious. He clasped the handle of the knife with both hands, shouted loudly and rushed towards the zombie on the opposite side. He had already figured out the strength of this guy, and there was no need at all.
Be careful again.
Ding Bell - Two clear ringing sounds came from behind the zombie. The ringing sound was a bit like the camel bell on the neck of the desert boat, but this kind of ringing sound was crisper and more penetrating. Someone was ringing the bell in the middle of the night.
It was an abnormal thing. Not only did Young Master Tang pause for a moment as he was preparing to swing his sword, but Huang Pulan, who was not far away, also pointed his gun in the direction of the ringing sound.
Jingle bells, jingle bells - the sound of the bells is sometimes far away and sometimes near, as if the bell ringer is playing tricks. Mahakala's ringing of bells, isn't this a show of presence?
The zombie standing on the spot moved in vain. He turned his body sharply and jumped on his feet. After a few consecutive jumps, he was already three feet away. The ringtone was obviously used to command the zombies. Young Master Tang would not let it go like this.
He escaped, and chased after him with a sword like the wind under his feet. No matter how fast the zombie jumped, he would always land, and when he landed, he would receive a knife on his back.
Young Master Tang has secretly made up his mind. He must not let the zombies escape tonight. If a majestic heavenly warrior can't even deal with a jumping corpse, he will have to find a pig's belly to cover his face. Thinking of this, under his feet
With a little more strength, the soles of my feet slipped away as if they had been smeared with oil.
When the whistle was blown, Young Master Tang was already chasing the zombies, jumping and running on the road. A piled garbage truck came in front of him. The driver was a young man, and he was humming a tune while driving.
, Buding was stunned when he saw this extremely weird scene, the steering wheel was hit hard, and the front of the car swerved and hit the concrete guardrail on the roadside.
Boom! The garbage truck overturned, and a bucket full of garbage was dumped on the road. The zombie happened to squat in front of him, and his feet fell straight into the broken window, trampling the driver.
He screamed, stretched out his hands and hugged a calf covered with white hair tightly.
The zombies listened impatiently to the call from the bell. They jumped up again and again, but the driver, who was trapped in the car, hugged his legs. He tried several times but still couldn't break free. He could only look up at the sky and let out a few weird screams.
At this moment, Young Master Tang rushed forward with his sword, jumped up to the car window, pointed the knife at the zombie's neck, and shouted coldly: "White-haired scourge, I will send you to the house of the King of Hell to report tonight.
Die!" As soon as he finished speaking, Muramasa's sword raised an arc of light and swung it down towards the neck of the white-haired zombie.
choke!
The short-haired Muramasa demon sword slashed at the crook of the zombie's neck, causing two bright sparks to bloom. A green claw stretched out horizontally to block the zombie's neck. Young Master Tang frowned, flipped his wrist and slashed with the sword.
Above, what he cuts is not the air, but the guy who prevents him from cutting the zombie's head.