Soon, Mo Zhiyu and Luo Yiying saw the two batteries that fired fireballs, but the two batteries were not in the same place, and they were still far away.

"Let's split up!" Mo Zhiyu slashed the undead warriors in a row around him with a single sword, and yelled at Luo Yiying.

"Good!" Luo Yiying still responded simply, and rushed towards one of the forts with a sword flower.

Mo Zhiyu's side was not to be left behind, one knife against a bronze spear, one hand pressed the bronze spear, pushing the pile of undead warriors in front of him to rush forward, and then crushed a large area with a bang.

However, a small gap had just been introduced here, and it was quickly blocked by the new influx of undead legions. However, the goal of Mo Zhiyu is very clear, it is a fort.

After Mo Zhiyu squeezed the pile of undead warriors in front of him to the end, he directly let out a low cry and jumped up violently, just dodging the other undead warriors surging behind him, and immediately caused the two piles of undead warriors to collide with a pile, and they fell into a large piece.

Then Mo Zhiyu stepped on the helmets of these undead warriors, jumped quickly all the way, and jumped one step at a great point, jumping onto a high wall. This high wall connects the road to the top of the fort.

The undead warriors below immediately trampled on the broken armor of their comrades and rushed to the high wall, scrambling to climb up, and of course Mo Zhiyu ran forward without looking back.

"Boom! Rumble! The fort fired a new round of fireballs again, and the strong light illuminated this gloomy sky, and Mo Zhiyu could feel the power of the fire here when he ran on the road, making his forehead sweat.

Being in the realm of chaos, the endurance of the flesh has long been incomparable to that of ordinary Yuanli cultivators, and the fact that Mo Zhiyu is sweating here is enough to show the strength of the power of fire here.

With the sound of "boom" fired from this fort, Mo Zhiyu was originally rushing forward non-stop, but suddenly stopped and flipped back, followed by a "Boom!" A huge bronze ball smashed into the ground where he was standing.

Mo Zhiyu landed in one step, quickly raised his knife, and he saw a burly warrior along the bronze chain that connected the bronze ball. This warrior was twice as large as the undead warriors he had encountered before, and the bronze armor on his body was much denser, almost enveloping the gray-white gas all over his body, revealing only a pair of eyes!

"Heavy armor?" Mo Zhiyu gritted his teeth slightly, kicked his feet, and slashed with a knife. The burly undead warrior was re-raising his bronze orb, which was a little slower because of its strong body.

That's how bad the agility of the ink is fighting!

"Dang!" The blade was accurately inserted between the gaps in the bronze armor, and with a "bang", the sword qi swelled, instantly disturbing the gas in the body of this undead warrior. But Mo Zhiyu didn't use Yuan Force after all, this bit of sword qi was very limited, and it only broke half of the shoulders of this undead warrior.

However, even with the loss of half of his shoulder, the undead warrior's actions were not diminished in the slightest, and at this time, it finally pulled back its bronze ball and smashed it against the ink delirium.

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly kicked on the breastplate of this undead warrior, jumped back, and narrowly dodged the edge of the bronze ball, and the bronze ball fell heavily on the stone path, instantly smashing half of the already broken stone path. And this undead warrior is standing on the remaining half of the stone path, which can be said to be a one-man pass.

Mo Zhiyu glanced back behind him, those ordinary undead warriors had already climbed the high wall, completely cutting off his back path!

Mo Zhiyu's current actions with Luo Yiying were originally a race for time, and it was impossible to spend time fighting with these guys, not to mention that these things couldn't be killed! But now that he is caught between the front and back, he has no choice!

"Boom! Rumble! "The top turret fired fireballs again, and it was less than a minute before the last attack!

Mo Zhiyu used this plan to calculate that the interval between this fireball attack would be at least five minutes, but now, these attacks are so frequent, I am afraid that these undead legions have finally adapted to the current changes in Yuan Force and have begun to show their true strength, and it is impossible for him to waste time here.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the heavy armor-level undead warrior in front of him, gritted his teeth, and then slashed at it with a knife. The heavy armor undead warrior was originally an undead, and now only Wu Yong remains in his body.

In the face of the imposing knife of Mo Zhiyu, of course, it will not be oppressed by the divine consciousness like ordinary people, but it stimulates its remaining soul power, it picks up the bronze ball in its hand, and opens its empty door, that is, it wants to kill and kill with Mo Zhiyu!

Suddenly, Mo Zhiyu actually changed direction in the air, turned over and rushed upward, and the blow of the heavy armored undead warrior of course missed again, hitting the high wall next to him, shaking the entire wall, and the fluffy surface peeled off in large swaths.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu kicked on the bronze ball, jumped upwards with his strength, and then stepped on the newly peeling pit on the high wall and leaped all the way up, shaking off the undead warriors below.

That's his plan.

These guys have no martial arts, but there doesn't seem to be much left of Lingzhi, at best, they are just some martial artists who can only use brute force, if there are not too many of them, and they can copy moves, they are really not enough to threaten.

However, Mo Zhiyu's clever move was not perfect, and he misestimated the fragility of the high wall, and the pits did not support him to reach the top of the fort. So when he stepped on the last pit, Mo Zhiyu exerted his strength violently, kicked extremely hard in one step, and at the same time threw out the ink knife in his hand.

The ink knife roared out, climbed upwards at a rapid speed, and finally slammed into the stone wall with a "ding", which was less than a meter from the top plane.

With a move of Mo Zhi's vain hand, the person had already shown a tendency to fall in the air, but suddenly as if he had been sucked away by something, he flew straight towards the ink knife, and the speed was even faster than when he stepped on the pit before, and then grabbed the handle of the knife.

But at this moment, with two "sighs", two bronze spears poked down from above, one aimed at Mo Zhiyu's head, and the other aimed at Mo Zhiyu's hand, either to poke him to death on the spot or to poke him down completely, and Mo Zhiyu has not yet stabilized on the wall!

Mo Zhiyu moved his waist at this moment, and he spun up with one hand on the hilt of the knife, kicked away a spear, and accurately grabbed another spear with the other hand, and violently pushed back, "whoosh", and used the barrel of the gun to recoil, crushing an undead warrior!

(End of chapter)