The zombie general's body leaned forward slightly, the bell exploded violently, and Ghost Cry quickly took a step back, and sure enough, the originally slow zombie general suddenly became faster. With the sound of "snort" air currents, the rusty saber instantly arrived in front of you.

The tip of the knife cuts through the chest. In my ears, there was the wailing of unjust souls. The robe shattered, revealing the metallic iron armor inside, and a spark bloomed between the tip of the knife and the iron armor.

Ghost Cry's eyes flashed, and he deliberately raised the long knife high, making the empty door wide open, just for this moment.

The long knife slashed down with force.

A white match, blooming between Devil May Cry and zombies.

shoulder, was slashed open.

The demonic aura had already spread all over the blade, and the blade shimmered with a bleak cold light. This knife went down, and in the piercing sound of gold and iron, it was like a bamboo, and directly cut the pipa bone and several ribs with one knife.

Demonic energy, erupting! Like steel needles, a burst of indiscriminate shooting in the zombie general's body, making a mess in his body. Although doing so consumes a lot of demonic energy, it is indeed worth it if you can solve the zombie general who is the leader.

The long knife was drawn, and the ghost cried and dragged the knife and flew back. The zombie general's wound exploded into a mist of blood, and he let out a wail, his eyes flowing a thick yellow. A heart wound, even a zombie can't withstand it.

Then, behind him, the 22 zombies dressed in the costumes of the servants pounced. Lightning-fast speed.

Bite!

The two knives intersect, and a little spark blooms.

The ghost cried and shook his mouth, and pulled the handle of the knife hard, his eyes full of horror.

From the beginning, he thought that the zombie general should be the strongest among them, but in reality, it was not the same thing at all. Although their clothes are different, their strength is actually almost the same.

A few iron filings splashed, and the back of the ghost's crying hand was pierced by a straight line of blood, which was the mark of the flying iron filings.

At this moment, he didn't realize it, and kicked heavily in the mud, and the splashes of mud formed an ugly lotus. Big feet sink into the mud, and the water covers the instep, but they are blocked by the boots that are covered with dry mud stains.

The ghost cried and stabbed with a long knife. Turned into a white rainbow and passed through the heavy knife net. The long knife broke through the body, and walked away in the body of a zombie, leaving a cloud of demonic energy to explode.

The zombie who had been stabbed in the chest froze, barely took a few steps, and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the sleeves of Devil Cry shattered, and several blood flowers bloomed on his arms.

At the time of the ghost crying, several zombies outflanked from both wings. Ghost Cry caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, took a breath, and then, instead of retreating, he advanced!

With a dozen more, the most important thing is to protect your back. Now there is no wall behind him, there is no shelter, and once he encounters the enemy behind him, he is attacked, and he is not far from being defeated and retreating.

So for now, there is only one way forward. In this way, it is possible to keep the back and the enemy in a safe range. Distance is his shield at the moment.

The ghost cryed with tic-tac-toe green tendons on his forehead, and his face instantly became hideous. The muscles all over his body squirmed, and the whole person was tense like a full moon strong bow.

Syllable!

The mud exploded under his feet, and originally, his narrow eyes suddenly widened angrily, and the pupils of the first number smaller than ordinary people were stained with black, and the whites of the surrounding eyes were all covered with hideous blood.

"Slash!"

With a loud shout, the long knife slashed horizontally. A flame rose, a string of sparks exploded in the air, and in a series of piercing clashes of gold and iron, five swords were raised high at the same time under the great force. The rust was all shattered, revealing the cracked blade inside.

The long knife was red, and white smoke rose up. The edge of the knife shook, and there was one mournful wail after another.

Before the sudden fan-shaped fire subsided, Devil Cry had already rushed out with a knife dragged like an angry bull.

His arms were numb, he bowed his head sideways, and the eight-foot-tall man shrunk to six. The bulging shoulders, like the horns of a bull, slammed into a zombie's chest.

This zombie flew out upside down. At the same time, the saber that had been held high fell.

Arms, shoulders, and backs were stabbed one after another, and then, these swords, which had no rust, shattered one after another, and the fragments fluttered in the air, intertwined.

The blood flowers on his body bloomed at the same time as the sparks, and Ghost Cry knocked over three zombies in succession and broke out of the encirclement. didn't dare to stop at all, his legs were staggered into an afterimage, and he ran away without looking back.

The zombies were in hot pursuit, but although the speed of their short-distance outburst was extremely impressive, the long-distance was just like that. After a short burst of time, their speed slowed down, and they watched the ghost cry like a wild horse, quickly disappearing into their eyes.

Losing track of Devil May Cry, the zombies stopped and staggered around.

The night is getting thicker, and the fog is rising at some point.

In the woods, the light was dim. Now, the situation is even more serious. Even if you light the fire, just a few steps away, it's already a blur.

Feeling that it was getting colder and colder around him, Wen Long tightened his clothes, the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat, and the touch was cold, making him shiver involuntarily.

The atmosphere around them became more and more silent, except for the sound of "rustling" footsteps. Wen Long's heart was pounding, and after walking another distance, he finally couldn't help it anymore and said, "Let's stop for a while!"

No one spoke, and everyone continued to walk in silence.

I said. Wen Long grabbed a person beside him, and under the shaking firelight, the person slowly turned his head one by one. What catches your eye is a rotten face.

Pupils, dilated instantly. In the darkness, the face that was constantly falling off carrion was reflected, and vaguely, he could vaguely see what he used to look like.

Wen Hua, a distant cousin of Wen Long, was one of those who came here with him.

Wen Long exclaimed, and without saying a word, he put the torch in his hand on his face. hair, ignited by fire. Rotting human faces, screaming like night owls.

Piercing screams, constantly echoing through the woods.

Rustling......

Rustling......

The leaves fell, and the team, which had been numb and moving forward, suddenly stopped. They took the torches and turned around slowly, their painful and numb eyes focused on Wen Long.

The faces under the torches were all half rotten, and the shredded flesh fell from them, and the disgusting yellow liquid continued to seep out. There are many more, already obscured by the fog, and only a little can be seen faintly, more just vague outlines, faintly enough.

The twisted trees around him let out a strange laugh. The ugly bumps on the trees were the faces of old men with evil smiles. And those branches with teeth and five claws are clearly strange claws, shrouding the sky and shaking in pain.

Wen Long gasped, and the cool air poured down his nose and into his lungs, causing a sharp stinging pain. His nasal cavity, in particular, was stung by the cold, which made him cry.

"Ahh The blade went into the flesh and chopped into the bone. The ugly rotting face in front of him, more shredded flesh fell from it after the stab, and bursts of screams came from the wide open mouth. The mouth opened wider and wider, and even tore open the cheeks until the back of the ears.