Young Master Tang feels that he has been memorizing words during this period. People say that you often encounter ghosts when walking at night. He hasn't done anything to anyone for a long time. When he had the opportunity to do it twice, he was not a human. He has no good impression of zombies at all.
Not to mention the thick flesh, the whole body also exudes an unpleasant smell of corpses. It seems that I will have to keep a mask or something with me next time, so that I can take a few breaths when encountering this kind of inhumane thing.
Fresh air.
Muramasa's sword is as fast as lightning, and there are heart-stopping arcs of light between the slashes and slashes. The cold blade is as cold as autumn frost.
The sword's light flashed in the eyes, and it was suddenly activated, cutting off the soul with one strike. Young Master Tang's sword was the killing knife, but it was a pity that what he was facing now was a corpse, and a corpse that was still alive and kicking.
The big man Mao Zheng had been hit by countless knives. His linen clothes were crisscrossed with knife marks. Under the linen clothes was a piece of close-fitting fish scale armor. No matter how much you cut him with a knife or an ax, you wouldn't be able to hurt him at all. Even if he was injured, it would still be a lice bite.
The horns are neither painful nor itchy, but they are still strong and powerful, with two sharp claws aimed at the human head and face.
The more Young Master Tang fought, the more depressed he became. He had no sense of existence when fighting against such a thing that was neither a human nor a ghost. Scolding was a waste of words. The force of the rebound of the knife made his arms numb, but this thing was covered in a turtle shell.
He also knew how to protect his only weak point, and would raise his paws from time to time to protect his head and face. At this moment, he only felt one thing: a dog biting a hedgehog, with nowhere to bite.
bite!
A knife that was as fast as lightning slashed diagonally at Mao Zhan's chest. A flash of sparks burst out from the incision of the blade. The extremely powerful impact was transmitted from the blade to Mao Zhan's body, pushing his burly body back and staggering.
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"Damn you, why did I leave such a piece of old elephant skin with you? I'm already home!" Young Master Tang gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly, raising an evil arc at the corner of his mouth and grinning.
He said with a smile: "Hey! I asked you about your household registration book but there was no response. It's a waste of saliva!" As soon as he said this, he withdrew the long knife and felt a numbness in his arm.
"Greetings... your household registration book..." Mao Zheng shook his head in vain and cursed in reply. Young Master Tang was slightly stunned and couldn't help but laugh.
"What a bastard, you're a slow learner. My dear boy, stick out your neck and chop me with a knife, and then I'll teach you a nice saying..." Young Master Tang held a sword in one hand and jumped up, waving his arms.
The knife slashed towards Mao Zheng's neck. This thing was covered in armor, and only the head and face could be seen where the knife was struck.
Mao Zheng reacted extremely quickly. He shrugged sideways and bumped forward. With this seemingly clumsy move, he used his shoulders to protect his neck. Ding! The blade of the blade struck his shoulder and made a sound of gold and iron. Young Master Tang's eyes were sharpened.
Incredibly fast, he pulled out another long knife from his waist with his backhand, and struck it towards the center of Mao Zong's brow bone like a whip. The bright light of the knife was like a half-moon arc, and there was a rumble sound when the blade passed by, as if it was low in the sky.
A muffled thunder exploded.
The name of the sword is Raikiri. It was taken by Mr. Tang from an old swordsman named Miyamoto Takeo when he was in the island country. The demon sword Muramasa mainly uses the Raikiri sword to defeat the enemy. Under normal circumstances, he will not use the second sword.
, but the stiffness in front of him made him a little irritated. He had to resolve the battle as soon as possible to avoid being laughed at by Huang Pulan's wife again.
Mao Zheng screamed twice, his knees were not bent and he jumped up. He wanted to use his chest to meet the blade, but he was still a step too late. There was a popping sound, and the thunder knife struck him on the bridge of his nose with a strong cold wind.
, the extremely sharp blade cut along the bridge of the nose, and the jaw was opened together, and several broken teeth were poured directly into the throat. The person who suffered this knife would probably die of pain on the spot.
"Greetings..." Mao Zhan uttered a murky word in his throat. He rushed forward several times faster. His shoulders sank and he slammed into Young Master Tang's chest. All of this happened so fast that he wanted to draw a knife.
It was too late, so I could only resist with the protective Gang Qi as soon as the tip of my tongue touched the roof of my mouth.
Mao Zheng's shoulder hit Young Master Tang's chest hard, making a loud bang. Young Master Tang was hit and flew backwards like a broken paper kite. He felt a tightness in his chest, and he opened his mouth and spat it out.
There was a burst of blood, and he cursed secretly, "The dead body is so strong!"
"Brother!" An anxious trembling cry came into his ears. Young Master Tang was still imitating a birdie in mid-air, but he knew that his good brother Xu Qing had arrived, and thoughts flashed in his mind. In this flash of lightning, he
I made a decision to catch someone and pretend to be dead! Let’s see how crazy this guy will be.
Xu Qing, who was originally thinking about coming to help, happened to see his elder brother being knocked away by Mao Zong and vomiting blood. He felt his heart skip a beat and sank to the bottom of his buttocks. A flash of red instantly filled his eyes. The zombie that had been stabbed a thousand times was knocked away by Tang.
The young master was not willing to give in, and was jumping towards the direction where he landed at an extremely fast speed.
Witnessing all this, Xu Qing's veins on his forehead jumped wildly, and he shouted out loud: "You beast, come at me if you dare." Before he could finish his words, Long Yuan Sword had already been thrown at the zombie's back. Now he was still more than ten years away from the zombie.
It's a beautiful sight, but this animal is only less than two feet away from where the big brother landed. In desperation, all I have to do is use this stupid method to attract the zombie's attention.
Whoosh - the Longyuan Sword thrown by Xu Qinghan turned into a stream of green light and shot directly at the zombie's back. The thing did not dodge or dodge and just jumped forward. There was only a clanking sound, but the Longyuan Sword did not pierce the zombie on the spot.
The fish scale armor on the back only penetrated about an inch long. Looking from a distance, one could see that the dagger was stabbing directly into the back of the zombie. Perhaps the animal felt the vibration coming from its back, so it stopped and slowly turned its head.
Come.
Xu Qing was so anxious at this time that he used all his strength to fly forward. His whole body was like a strong wind blowing towards the zombies on the opposite side. His mind was now blank. He had completely forgotten all the bullshit moves. With his bare hands, he only used one
He jumped forward with a pure force, and with one step, he found a half-inch deep pit. He rushed in front of the zombie with an unparalleled momentum, and without saying a word, punched the zombie's chest.
Bang Bang Bang - At this moment, Xu Qing didn't use any tricks at all. The majestic righteous yang energy in the inner alchemy spurted out from between his fists and feet. He beat hard and kicked hard, throwing away all the frivolous things.
, fighting only with the incomparable powerful instincts of a semi-holy warrior.
Cackling! Mao Zhan was stunned by this sudden evil star. He tried his best to withstand the storm of punches and kicks with his rough skin and thick flesh. At this moment, Xu Qing had completely transformed into a furious ferocious beast.
He wants to avenge his elder brother in the most primitive way, no matter what is right or wrong, and no matter what the opponent is, the rolling fists contain boundless anger, pouring out like raindrops on the zombies on the opposite side.