Yan Beihui's fists slashed across the night sky, hitting Yu Zhanzi's sword with great accuracy, and he was suddenly full of energy. The bodies of the two couldn't help but pause, and then the jade battle zi's roaring sword intent rose layer upon layer, and under the night sky, it was like a huge wave surging under the night sky. The fist wind broke through the air like an explosion and hit the huge wave of sword qi, and the weak body of the shopkeeper rose up with a heavy breath, and his fists swung rapidly, and one after another ripple-like aura rippled.

The disciples of the Firmament Gate could only stand aside, even the handsome genius Zhuo Qingchen couldn't intervene, he held the jade flute in his hand tightly, although there was unwillingness in his eyes, but he still gave up the urge to join the battle. The other Firmament Sect disciples were even more unbearable, their faces were slightly pale and their lips trembled, but they couldn't say a word.

The strength of the roar came from behind him, Ling Tianyun's body was short, and his huge fist swept past his back, and then a dead corpse pounced fiercely to stop Ling Tianyun and hug him. A black shadow stepped past him, Ling Tianyun's body rolled with the momentum, and the dead corpse pounced into the air, slamming down the street. With his left hand on the ground, Ling Tianyun's body quickly churned up, and he raised the treasure knife in his hand and swung towards the neck of the dead corpse that had fallen to the ground.

With a "click", the treasure knife slashed at the neck of the dead corpse like a broken bamboo, and a stream of black blood with a pungent smell rushed to the sky, and the head of the dead corpse was immediately separated from the body. The head was thrown in the air, accompanied by a little bit of black blood, and with a "bang", the head of the dead body fell from the air, and as soon as it landed, it exploded into a pile of debris. A foul smell of death filled the air, and the body of the dead body quickly turned into a pile of dust, and a gust of night wind blew it, and the dust rose in all directions, leaving only a pile of white bones on the ground.

"The dead's life is on the head." A thought flashed through Ye Yinfeng's heart, he had already seen the scene of Ling Tianyun killing the dead corpse puppet, and he concluded that the weakness of these dead corpses should be in the head. As he pondered, a dead body suddenly leapt from the ground and lunged at him with outstretched arms. Another corpse kicked out at his vest at a rapid pace.

The figure flickered, Ye Yinfeng stepped on his feet, and the seven stars stepped upside down, leaving several afterimages of Ye Yinfeng on the ground in an instant. With a sound of "Zheng", the iron sword in his hand let out a sword groan, and several afterimages stared at several sword rays and stabbed towards the corpse that was rushing towards him. There was a sound like an explosion breaking the sky, and a black shadow swept past Ye Yinfeng's side, but it was the dead corpse that attacked from behind and kicked it into the air, and the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand stabbed fiercely at the throat of the imminent corpse.

Faster than lightning, as fast as a floating shadow, the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand slashed through the air, and a ghostly light swept past the throat of the dead corpse. Ye Yinfeng didn't look at it, only to see him hurriedly step on the 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Footwork' towards another dead corpse. Like a gust of night breeze, the sword light flashed again, and the iron sword had already appeared at the throat of another dead corpse, and as soon as the sword spit out, Ye Yinfeng's figure swept away again.

After Ling Tianyun eliminated a dead corpse with a single sword, his body swept up again, only to see the flash of the knife, and the Xingze Treasure Knife slashed at the head of another dead corpse with incomparable accuracy. The sound of the "bell" did not split the head of the dead corpse as he imagined, but a huge counterattack shook his arm and retreated, Ling Tianyun's heart was suddenly shocked. The corpse's life is not above the head.

However, the dead corpse had already reacted, only to see that the dead corpse suddenly roared, and a stream of decaying death qi rushed straight towards Ling Tianyun, causing Ling Tianyun's brain to suffocate. He hurriedly stepped back, and the treasure knife in his hand swayed a few awe-inspiring blades, which dissipated the dead air. However, the corpse had become extremely fast, and it landed in front of him with a leap, and then the corpse raised its fists and pounced on Ling Tianyun with a storm-like force.

With a swing of the knife, there was another sound like a metal crash, Ling Tianyun's eyes froze, and he observed the corpse's movements while dodging the corpse's attack. He found that the fists of the dead corpse would subconsciously protect his crotch, and he immediately knew where the dead corpse's life was, only to see him shake his false knife, his body flew up diagonally, the knife slashed at the dead corpse's arms, and his right leg quickly kicked the dead corpse's crotch.

His right foot kicked the dead corpse in the crotch like a thousand pounds of power, and a terrifying sound that made his hair stand on end came out. A feeling like an egg cracking welled up from the bottom of his heart, and the kick was like a mountain cracking a rock, even a boulder would be kicked away by him, and soon, the dead body's movements suddenly stopped, and he hurriedly withdrew his right foot and then retreated without stopping. After retreating two feet away, the dead body fell to the ground with a bang, and after a few breaths, the dead body had turned into a pile of gloomy white bones.

"Yes, the children can be taught." Seeing this, the fortune teller praised Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng, and his body swept past a corpse that was rushing towards him like the wind. I saw that his right palm turned into a sharp knife and cut horizontally towards the neck of the dead corpse, and a dull sound like a blade entering flesh sounded, the dead corpse's movements were frozen, and then a stream of foul black blood splattered from the neck, and the dead corpse's head fell down, and its body fell to the ground.

Under the reminder of the fortune teller Taoist, Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun each solved two dead corpses, plus the Taoist priest solved two dead corpses, and there were only seven or eight dead corpses left at this time. Yin Da's eyes showed a complicated light, he lifted his breath and concentrated, the rattle in his hand became more urgent, Yin Er and Yin San's faces became very ugly when they saw this, and the half-cut flag in their hands waved more urgently.

The eight dead corpses let out a ghostly roar, and the dead corpses rolled up a burst of decaying dead qi and rushed towards Ye Yinfeng and the three of them, and the remaining eight dead corpses moved more smoothly without any pause. The four dead corpses pounced on the fortune-telling Taoist, and the two dead corpses each pounced on Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun respectively, their movements were extremely coherent, as if a real martial arts master should be an invulnerable peerless master.

The movements of the last eight corpses were even more violent, and there was almost no flaw in the coherent movements, if it weren't for the strong death aura and decaying stench that emanated from their bodies, it would have been difficult to distinguish whether they were a dead corpse or a real martial cultivator. In addition to hugging, biting, pounced, and boxing, the movements of these eight dead corpses were displayed one by one, and there seemed to be a huge power in those moves.

With a "bell", the treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand was smashed by a dead corpse with a fierce fist, and a huge impact force surged from above the treasure knife, and he only felt that the tiger's mouth was like an electric shock, and the huge impact force smashed his body back several steps. With a slight sinking of his feet, he stabilized his body, and the powerful impact made him feel that the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the power of that punch was like a mountain cracking a rock, even he couldn't hit such a huge force.

The eight dead corpses were like eight giant monsters, extremely powerful and agile, but it was even more difficult to find their lives. Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but dodge the two dead corpses attacking them, even though the blades in their hands were extremely sharp, they had no effect on the dead corpses, which made the battle situation stalemate for a while, and no one got any benefits for the time being.

The fortune teller's figure is as strange as a shadow, he can still maintain an elegant and calm posture under the siege of the four dead corpses, only to see his figure dodge left and right, avoiding the attack of the four dead corpses, he seems to be in no hurry and seems to be looking for the life of the four dead corpses. A dead corpse jumped up furiously, and a puff of black smoke from his mouth spewed straight towards him, but the Taoist priest waved his sleeves and rolled up, and the black smoke suddenly dispersed.

Four dead bodies formed four horns, trapped him to death, punched and hugged him, and one dead body slammed directly into him. The figure of the Taoist priest shook a few times between the four dead corpses, and the attack of the four dead corpses failed, but the reaction speed of the four dead corpses was also fast, and they immediately changed their tactics and pounced on him. The Taoist priest stepped under his feet, bringing out several afterimages from among the four dead corpses, and his sleeves also slapped towards the four dead corpses at the same time.

As the saying goes, those who are desperately afraid of not wanting to die, and those who do not want to die are still afraid of not dying, Ling Tianyun can deeply understand the true meaning of this sentence. The two dead corpses in front of him couldn't be beaten to death, and they couldn't be cut to death, otherwise they had no lives, which made him very aggrieved, and several times the fists of the dead corpses almost smashed on his body, fortunately he hid in time, otherwise he would have been seriously injured and vomited blood by the dead corpse. These two dead corpses didn't seem to have any weaknesses, even the life gate that the Taoist priest said was difficult to find, and their bodies were as strong as fine iron and were not afraid of any blade.

Although Ye Yinfeng's body was extremely elegant, he was also secretly anxious in his heart, the dead corpse was as hard as rock and as strong as steel, and the iron sword was still unable to hurt it even a single bit under the infusion and blessing of true qi. And the Daoist priest said that the door of life did not seem to be above the head, and his iron sword stabbed the throats of the two dead corpses several times, only a string of sporadic sparks splashed out, and the dead bodies were still intact.

With a "boom", a dead body slammed into the street with a fist, and suddenly the rubble flew up, and a large pit immediately appeared on the street. And a figure swept out of the splashing rubble in embarrassment, Ling Tianyun didn't have time to pat off the dust on his body, and another corpse kicked out the whirlwind god leg like lightning, surging towards him like a storm, and he couldn't help but change his face, and his body tilted forward, so that he could avoid that catastrophe. The furious leg strength still lingered on his chest, beating him to the core.

Ye Yinfeng's long sword was raised, and Sen Han's sword light flashed out of the iron sword, and his body shuttled between the two dead corpses who were caught between them like shadows. The sword light carried over the bodies of the two dead corpses, and a string of sparks splashed, and the iron sword only cut through the black cloth on the corpses, but did not damage them in the slightest. As soon as the corpse's movements were retracted, the body was like a cannonball out of the chamber.

The fortune teller couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the four dead corpses for a while, and Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng were even more difficult, and the battle situation fell into a subtle stalemate. Yan Beihui and Yu Zhanzi fought inseparably, and they couldn't tell the winner, but the disciples of the Firmament Gate stood aside and watched with joy at a loss. It's not that they don't want to join the fight, it's that with their strength, they can't intervene at all.

If the stalemate is to be broken, unless the equal strength is broken, just when the two sides are deadlocked, a figure breaks through the night and arrives in a flash. I saw a woman dressed in a flower skirt, five big and three, stout like a mountain, holding a mallet in her hand, appeared in front of everyone's eyes. "Yu Zhanzi, you old miscellaneous hair, while the old lady is not here in Huangquan Town, you colluded with the corpse refining clan to come here to spread wild, and see how the old lady knocks you to death." The fierce woman looked angry, and with a gust of wind, she came to Yu Zhanzi's side.

"Useless things, I can't even clean up an old miscellaneous hair, it's really a shame for the Yan family." The even scolded Yan Beihui, who had been fighting hard. And as soon as she shook her body, the mallet in her hand picked up and swung towards Yu Zhanzi, and the sound of sharp breaking through the air surged towards Yu Zhanzi like a lightning bolt.