Tang Yun came back to his senses, slashed the altar to pieces with his backhand swords, took back the weapon that was full of gaps but still showed no signs of breaking, rubbed his cheeks, put on an expression of earnestness, and ran over to help him.
Old man.
The Han sword was indeed superior. The spine of the sword was thick and hard, and its cutting ability was comparable to that of a knife. Although it was not as flexible as a serious three-foot sword, Tang Yun found that it was really easy to use once he got used to it.
"You guys help me and my wife go home, I'll go to the intersection to find Li Biao." After comforting the old man for a few words, Tang Yun waved his hand for his servants to take it over and quickly rushed to the intersection.
Although he had confidence in Li Biao's strength, Tang Yun was still a little worried about Zhao Guang and Wang Gui. The best way to deal with those corpses as soon as possible.
Before leaving, Tang Yun looked down at the blood on the ground and said to himself: "I hope you can give me a surprise in the future. It would be even better if it is a copy of [Underworld Sect]."
Would he be so kind as to let Mu Qingrou go?
Don't be kidding, there is no love or hate for no reason in the world. Since Tang Yun let her go, he naturally expected Mu Qingrou to bring him greater benefits.
To be fair, Mu Qingrou's plan was perfect.
Even facing Tang Yun, who was barely a threat with a physical constitution of 5 in the past, she made corresponding plans and arrangements. If a low-probability event like time-traveling hadn't happened, she would have obviously succeeded.
Zhao Guang killed Tang Yun and sealed Qingshi Village. There was a corpse named Wang Gui blocking the road in the mass graves. Whoever went there would die. Next, a mere Li Biao would not pose a threat to them at all.
Just Zhao Guang driving Wang Gui was enough to stop Li Biao for a long time, not to mention the stronger Mu Qingrou.
Hundreds of villagers in Qingshi Village will become their sacrifices in the end, and Mu Qingrou who successfully sacrifices will naturally be stronger, and will then take the corpses trained by Zhao Guang to find the next target.
It's like a snowball. As long as they are careful enough, they can avoid the court's eyes and ears and develop safely. It's a pity that an anomaly like Tang Yun appeared, disrupting all their plans.
Tang Yun had a good idea in letting her go. As long as such a smart person gives her a chance, he will definitely rise again, which will naturally create enough profits for him.
As for strength...
Tang Yun really doesn't worry that the other party will surpass him. Although the dog system is not intelligent and does not have the beautiful GM lady to communicate and answer questions, it is a very qualified assistant.
Compared with those systems that will kill you at every turn, or force you to spend money, or force you to work hard, all based on your appearance, Tang Yun's golden finger is already extremely reliable, and with its own strength, the speed of improvement will definitely not be slow.
There are countless demons and ghosts in this world, but are you still afraid that you can’t find a copy?
Tang Yun rubbed his neck, with ambition flashing in his eyes: "As long as there is a copy, as long as there is a boss, you can quickly become stronger."
Survive?
No!
He wants to live well, better than anyone else...
Ambition needs the support of strength, and strength relies on the accumulation of capital. The accumulation of capital... is often bloody and cruel.
——
The intersection was now blocked by a wall made of spears and spears. The ground was covered with blood and minced meat. The rotten smell filled the surroundings, and it kept drilling into the nostrils as if it had eyes.
Even though he had a lot of experience in dungeons, Tang Yun still felt a little nauseous. The smell... was too high.
He backed away far away and shouted: "Li Biao, how are you doing here?"
"Master?"
Li Biao, holding a meteor hammer full of blood plasma, collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath, and replied: "It's... not bad, I can hold on, how is the village?"
He felt that since Tang Yun had not come over, something must have happened in the village, and Zhao Guang might have another companion, so he asked worriedly.
"It's been solved. How many dead ghosts are here?" Tang Yun frowned and walked over, resisting the feeling of retching, rubbing his eyes hard and looking forward.
This not only hurts the head, but also hurts the eyes.
Li Biao and Li Biao were as jealous as rabbits, and they were obviously very stimulated. They shouted in reply: "The younger one is eleven, the older one is still alive, and Zhao Guang is also alive."
Tang Yun drew his sword and walked over to him and stretched out his hand: "Come on, stand up and ask them to retreat. Let's work together to kill Zhao Guang and the corpse."
"OK."
In fact, Li Biao is also difficult to defeat alone. Neither the corpse Wang Gui nor Zhao Guang is his opponent in one-on-one combat, but when they work together, he is no match.
Now that Tang Yun has rushed over to help, he is naturally happy to solve this matter as soon as possible. The environment is so bad that if he stays any longer, he will suspect that his nose is malfunctioning and he is already numb.
boom!
Using Yunbu, Tang Yun stepped flatly from the rock wall to use his strength, leaped over the forest of spears, and slashed with the momentum, striking Wang Gui on the forehead without any fancy.
The sudden burst of force was like a turbulent wave, accompanied by the clear sound of skull shattering. Several pieces of the already bumpy sword edge were blown away, but a sword mark half an inch deep was left on Wang Gui's forehead.
Landing, shoulder sinking, collision!
Tang Yun held the sword behind his back and kicked with his feet, blasting out a pit. Like a sharp knight, the three-foot sword blade instantly penetrated into Wang Gui's body. As he pressed down hard, a slit was opened from his chest to his waist and hips.
Huge wound.
Large piles of rotten organs, blood clots, and corpse water mixed with rotten matter all gushed out, just like an exploding methane tank, rapidly increasing the pollution level of the surrounding air by several levels.
The horrific wounds were fully exposed at this time, from the chest to the crotch, almost splitting Wang Gui into two pieces. The white bones were shocking. Even the corpse ghost couldn't bear this kind of injury, and he fell to the ground with a roar.
Wang Gui was not in pain, his hip bones were split open, his spine was broken, and there was no point of support at all. How could he stand up? How could he support his huge body?
On!
A whine broke through the air, and Li Biao swung his meteor hammer, looking like Yuan Ba with red eyes, and hit Wang Guitian's spiritual cap with the hammer.
Wang Gui's forehead was split open by the Han Sword, and then hit by the meteor hammer. His head instantly exploded into a watermelon, and his huge body twitched randomly on the ground, and soon turned into a piece of rotten meat.
.
Zhao Guang behind him was shocked, especially when he saw the bone pen on Tang Yun's waist, he could hardly speak: "Tang Yun? You..."
"Die."
Tang Yun stepped on the corpse water and carrion, and came to him in an instant with the strong corpse energy and blood wind. He held out a sword like a rainbow piercing the sun, but it only took a moment to reach him.
"Get away!"
Zhao Guang felt cold all over his body, and a strong chill penetrated his heart and spleen. His strong desire to survive prompted him to clenched his fists, roared and launched a counterattack towards Tang Yun.
Dang...chichi~
There was a rapid collision sound, followed by a flash of dazzling red light. Along with the fragments of the glove, a broad and thick sword ridge printed with complicated lines suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the fierce murderous intention blocked all his ways of survival.
As he was dying, Zhao Guang suddenly had a ridiculous thought in his heart: "This sword... is a bit cold."