Chapter 81: Fighting the Corps

On the wilderness, the eight disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect, including Wang Liqian, were working together to besiege a black-faced zombie, and on the other side, there were four corpses lying on the blood-stained grass.

Wang Liqian tried his best to deal with the swift and lightning-like attacks of the black-faced zombies, and the afterglow of the corners of his eyes kept drifting towards those corpses, and his expression was a little nervous.

"Old Seven, you go and cut off your head!" Wang Liqian finally couldn't help shouting: "The rest of the people are with me to entangle this guy." ”

Everyone responded, but only the one who was called the seventh man had a hesitant look on his face and did not move.

How could Wang Liqian not know his thoughts, but he was the main force here, and if he went and ignored the present, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Old Seven!" Wang Liqian's eyes showed a fierce light.

The latter shook his whole body, gritted his teeth, and pounced directly on the other side.

Because of the lack of one person, the formation immediately stalled, and the black-faced zombies took the opportunity to attack fiercely.

Wang Liqian had already expected that a magic weapon flying sword of the Five Heavens, the sword was rolling, facing the ferocity of the black-faced zombies.

"Uncle Shi, should we help?" Zhang Sheng couldn't help but say on the side.

Li Xiaoyi looked at the person who was called the seventh child, a flying sword did not fall, with a painful contradiction and struggle on his face, and said against his will: "If you go at this time, people will mistakenly think that we are going to grab the credit." ”

Zhang Sheng looked at the Tianhuang Gate and was obviously a little unsupported, and looked at Li Xiaoyi differently.

Sure enough, not long after, a disciple of the Heavenly Desolate Sect, his entire arm was ripped off by a black-faced zombie, and a heart-wrenching pain and heart-rending screams followed.

"Don't do it yet!" Wang Liqian's face was already flushed with anger.

Lao Qi's face was painful, his hands were shaking, and the four corpses on the ground, after all, were his former classmates, and not long ago, they had fought side by side together.

He couldn't bear it, but he heard the screams of a fellow disciple in his ears.

Finally, with a flash of the sword, a blackened human head flew up.

The moment the black smoke floated, another sword light flashed, and just as he was about to swing his sword to cut off the third head, an arm lit up on his chest like a black lightning.

Lao Qi raised his hand and held his sword, looking down at his chest in disbelief, his arm piercing, and blood flowing.

The person who was already dead pulled hard, pulled Lao Qi's entire body over, and bit it when he opened his mouth, Lao Qi reacted at this time, and howled weakly.

The encirclement of the five people could no longer maintain the original formation, and in the blink of an eye, two more people were injured under the claws of the black-faced zombies.

"Uncle Shi!" Zhang Sheng subconsciously shouted.

Li Xiaoyi was indifferent, and his eyes flashed as he watched Wang Liqian take the three disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect and retreat in battle.

screamed again, Zhang Sheng really couldn't help it, Li Xiaoyi frowned and turned his head, only to find that everyone, including Chen Yueling, was looking at him.

He sneered in his heart, obviously he was helping Kunlun, but these people couldn't see it?

If today's positions were exchanged, Li Xiaoyi would almost be sure that Wang Liqian would have gloated and watched how his people died.

"Zhang Sheng, you take Xu Yun with you, estimate the direction of their retreat, and arrange the formation in advance. ”

Zhang Sheng and Xu Yun nodded hurriedly, turned around and were about to leave, but were stopped by Li Xiaoyi again.

"I just want to remind you that this is an ironclad corpse. ”

Seeing the two nodding, Li Xiaoyi added: "Even if it is injured, it is still an iron-armored corpse." ”

Zhang Sheng and Xu Yun and six other disciples lurked to the west together.

Li Xiaoyi waved his hand, and the light of the Quartet Treasure Mirror faded, and at the same time, the two disciples wearing the robes of the Heavenly Desolate Sect stood up with a black face.

Not far away, Wang Liqian suddenly turned his head, and a sneer appeared at the corner of Li Xiaoyi's mouth, not hiding his true thoughts in his heart.

Although his face was ugly, he had to try his best to persevere, for fear that Li Xiaoyi would turn around and leave.

"Yueling and I will attack for a while, you are both Fu Xiu, you only need auxiliary blessings. ”

Saying that Li Xiaoyi took the lead, Chen Yueling followed closely behind, but the two disciples waited until the distance was widened for a while before they got up to follow.

The blade was bright, the light of the Quartet Treasure Mirror flashed, and the two Tianhuangmen people who had just stood up and stood suddenly stood motionless.

Chen Yueling's sword is not slow, the sword intent turns into ice flowers, and the two of them hit each other, and the two heads immediately flew up neatly.

Glancing at those Tianhuangmen people who were injured and fell to the ground, they looked at Li Xiaoyi and the others with fear, but he was fleeting, and he didn't intend to move them.

Because he saw hope, Wang Liqian took three people who had not yet been injured, and instantly broke out into a fierce attack, blocking the black-faced zombies at the level of ironclad corpses.

In just a few breathing moments, Li Xiaoyi and Chen Yueling had already rushed over.

A thousand heavy scenes were raised with a knife, and Li Xiaoyi made a move without reservation, but he still remembered how he was on the White Bone Mountain at that time, how he was chased by this game and could not be hunted down by the heavens and the earth.

So I didn't dare to have any idea of hiding my strength, and Chen Yueling was the same, a sword intent turned into a lotus, and the ice and snow appeared at the right time.

And just when the two of them were shooting, the two Kunlun disciples behind him, Zhang Xiaofei and Ren Yuan, wrapped in a series of talismans that were sluggish, obstructed, and stagnant, smashed out in one go.

Then there was the light of the square treasure mirror on Li Xiaoyi's chest, which made the black-faced zombie at the level of the ironclad corpse tremble, and the movements around him immediately slowed down and stagnated for a moment.

A series of attacks, only Li Xiaoyi's head knife, as well as Wang Likun and others' attacks were blocked, and the rest, crackling, all fell on its body.

Taking advantage of its illness to kill him, Li Xiaoyi's swinging knife body was slightly flipped, his body was on one side, his right hand was replaced by his left hand, and it was another roundabout volley, swinging the knife without entering the foggy sky!

A sword intent full of ancient desolation, and it was about to slash at the neck of the iron-armored corpse, but it suddenly raised its right arm to block.

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the moment an arm fell from the iron-armored corpse, the square treasure mirror hanging on Li Xiaoyi's chest lit up again.

And this sword intent that wielded the knife was not over yet, and it went down and cut directly into the body of the iron-armored corpse.

Wang Likun took advantage of the fact that Li Xiaoyi was fighting desperately with the ironclad corpse, and instead of advancing and retreating, he took the three disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect and retreated quickly.

The faces of the people on Kunlun's side changed immediately, but Li Xiaoyi's face did not change, and he poured his attention on his knife.

Unexpectedly, the moment the blade of the knife just cut into the body of the iron-armored corpse, a heart-rending roar came out of the throat of the iron-armored corpse.

The sound waves that were all agitated filled the air, layer by layer, and Li Xiaoyi was shocked and flew out, if it weren't for Chen Yueling's sword turning into a lotus, and blocking it for Li Xiaoyi like ice, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Seeing that the blow had no effect, the iron-armored corpse waved out an arm, and the iron claws grabbed Chen Yueling like a hook.

When he turned around and shook it, another ice lotus appeared, and before it was fully formed, it was broken by the iron-armored corpse in one fell swoop.

Chen Yueling's face changed, Zhang Xiaofei and Ren Yuan behind her, several runes were punched in their hands, gunsmoke erupted around the iron-armored corpse, and the flames burst out, Chen Yueling hurriedly retreated, but Li Xiaoyi carried a knife and rushed over again.

There was already blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously he was shocked by the sound wave, a knife flooded a thousand heavy curtains, the shadow of the knife rose and fell one after another, and then turned into a knife, which was also the most powerful knife of all his knife styles.

The ironclad corpse was affected by the continuous negative effects of the talisman seal, and was unable to resist for a while, and was actually directly sucked out by this knife.

"Let's go!"

Li Xiaoyi shouted, and the three people behind him didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and their bodies fled into mid-air, turning into a streamer, flying towards the green light that rose not far away.

Li Xiaoyi deliberately stopped for a moment, and the ironclad corpse turned over with a scream, and rushed straight to Li Xiaoyi without thinking about it.

First, there was a flash of displacement, and then the body turned into light and went straight into the distance, followed by the iron-armored corpse.

Fleeing and chasing, as Li Xiaoyi had expected before, the ironclad corpse clenched on to himself.

When Chen Yueling and the others swept past the place where the green light was rising, Li Xiaoyi's figure was fluttering, and the speed of the iron-armored corpse was unabated, and he was about to catch up.

A strange green barrier instantly rose from all directions, trapping Li Xiaoyi and the iron-armored corpse inside.

The ironclad corpse that has no reason anymore, where can he still care about these, and he is rampage chasing Li Xiaoyi, who has taken the transformation and transposition to the extreme.

But as the more and more intense green air rose without wind, Li Xiaoyi's figure flickered a few times one after another, and then disappeared.

The ironclad corpses were strung around, jumping up and down without any trace of Li Xiaoyi, and they couldn't break through the layers of light and shadow barriers in front of them.

The roar of rage, the incessant crash, was like a trapped beast, venting its last madness.

Li Xiaoyi, who had already appeared on the periphery of the ban, as well as a group of Kunlun disciples, including the shameless Wang Liqian and others, all looked at this scene with some palpitations.

"Rain down the thunder fire and take it!" Li Xiaoyi said coldly.

Xu Yun nodded, he sat on the ground, pinched the trick with both hands, chanted a spell in his mouth, and kept hitting several fingers in a row, and the green square barrier suddenly thundered loudly, and the wind sounded.

A thunderbolt suddenly appeared, and before everyone could react, the next moment it had already hit the iron-armored corpse that was trying to dodge.

With a howl, he still tried to struggle to get up, but another lightning flickered, falling one after another, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

This is exactly the set of array plates that Murong Yunyan gave to Li Xiaoyi to suppress the corpse and subdue the demon, it is as high as six grades, and the Dao power and spiritual power required are also quite a lot, and it will not take long for Xu Yun to hold on.

Wang Zheng, Zhang Xiaofei, Ren Yuan, and Li Lu hurriedly sat on the four corners of the array plate, and Zhang Sheng walked behind Xu Yun and slowly entered his body.

Only then did Xu Yun's pressure be relieved, and the thunder and lightning went even more violently, like flickering whip shadows, constantly whipping and bombarding the iron-armored corpse.

Until it stood still, it never stopped.