Zhang Yi got up with a split headache. He felt that his eyes were full of stars and his head was dizzy, and he almost couldn't tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

"Look at me trampling you to death--" the armor roared angrily, and it swung its teeth and claws towards Mo Shuining on the ground, lifting its huge soles to step on it--when seeing this scene, Zhang Yi's expression changed drastically.

Seeing that his feet were about to step on Mo Shuining, Zhang Bujian suddenly jumped up and kicked it hard on the head.

This kick contains violent force.

Even the huge armored corpse was kicked by this kick.

At the same time, Zhang Bujian's body fell steadily on the ground, helping Mo Shuining on the ground up.

Puff—Mo Shuining, who had just gotten up, had blood sprayed on his mouth, and his little face was so pale.

"I want to tear you apart!"

At this moment, the armored war corpse had already climbed up from the ground, and his eyes were filled with strong anger.

Zhang Bujian held Mo Shuining to sit on the ground, and said with a serious expression: "You sit here to regulate your breathing, leave this guy to me!"

"Yeah."

Mo Shuining nodded slightly, and she sat cross-legged in place, pinched Taoist magic formulas with both hands to perform a simple recovery.

The punch just now almost didn't smash her internal organs out, and she needed treatment as soon as possible.

Zhang Bujian turned around and faced the armored war corpse, and a strange dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, let me come and meet you!"

Just as Zhang Bujian was about to take action, Qi Zhen fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

Now, the armored war corpse has released its power and has no need to control it.

Seeing Qi Zhen blocking Zhang Bujian, the armored war corpse suddenly turned his gaze to Zhang Yi not far away.

When Zhang Yi saw the gaze of the armored war corpse, he was almost scared to scold his mother.

Mama criticized! If you don’t look at so many people, do you have to see what I do?

"Boy, I want to tear you apart--" The armored war corpse roared angrily, and then rushed towards him with murderous intent.

Zhang Yi secretly complained that he was not good enough, so he could only use his flexible body skills to avoid the fist of the armored corpse.

Although the armored war corpses are extremely powerful, their movements are a bit slow, which is basically no different from other war corpses.

The only difference is that the armor and corpses are invincible.

No magic weapon can be hurt at all.

Even a dragon that cuts iron like mud will be difficult to hurt it.

It is a meat-shaped tank, and any martial arts are eclipsed before it.

When Han Shihan saw Zhang Yi in a mess, she waved her jade hand repeatedly and wanted to rush over to help, but there were too many corpses in the battle, so she couldn't get rid of her body for a while.

In an instant, Zhang Bujian fought with Qi Zhen, and the two of them suddenly burst into terrifying gale, and the fight was simply irrelevant.

Seeing that everyone couldn't get rid of themselves, now they can only rely on themselves! Thinking of this, Zhang Yi turned over and rolled on the spot, and distanced himself from the armored war corpse.

At the same time, he bit a finger and swung the blood flowing forward - sizzle! The next second, his blood hit the head of the armored corpse, and a foul smell came out.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi was instantly ecstatic.

His blood actually has the effect of restraining armor and corpses! "How is that possible?

How can your blood hurt me?"

The armored corpse scratched the wound in pain, and his eyes were filled with a deep horror.

"Now, it's time for me to fight back!"

Zhang Yi had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, he clenched Pan Long and pounced on him.

Swish—his moves and his figure are all in sight, almost reaching the extreme.

Wherever the cold light passes, you can cut the armor and corpse skin and flesh.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The armored war corpse was constantly injured by Zhang Yi. It roared with all its might and kept waving its fists.

Zhang Yicai was not so stupid to fight against it. With his own flexibility, he dodged his fists.

The next moment, the two sides further distanced.

At this moment, the armor and corpses were covered in blood, covered in black blood, and the air was filled with disgusting stench.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing this scene, Qi Zhen's face showed an incredible look.

"It's better not to be distracted when fighting with others!"

At this moment, the cold sound of Zhang Bujian sounded in his ears.

Bang! The next second, Qi Zhenru was hit hard and his whole body was knocked back by a palm.

Zhang Bujian glanced at Zhang Yi with his eyes slanted, and his heart was also quite shocked.

He didn't expect that Zhang Yi's blood could actually restrain this armored corpse! Zhang Yi kicked on the ground, his body shot out like a sharp arrow, and Panlong slashed forward! Puff—a black blood

Splashed out, the head of the armored war corpse was cut to the ground.

At the same time, the body of the armored war corpse also fell to the ground, completely losing its function! "It's my blood that's better to use!"

Zhang Yi was secretly happy.

Just as Zhang Yi solved the armored war corpse, Han Shihan and the others had already broken out of the war corpse encirclement and launched a fierce attack on the masters of the Corpse Control Sect.

The masters of the Corpse Control Sect themselves have poor cultivation. Faced with the attacks of masters like Han Shihan and others, no one could catch their moves.

In an instant, a shrill scream continued to sound.

In just a few minutes, all the masters of the Corpse Control Sect, without exception, were completely eliminated.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Qi Zhen had already felt a desire to retreat.

However - how could he give him a chance to escape?

Han Shihan and the others jumped over and surrounded Qi Zhen in the middle, leaving him with no way out.

"The old dog of the Corpse Control Sect, let me kill you!"

Chang Wutian was full of anger and rushed up with his sword, speeding to the extreme.

Qi Zhen sneered, his embroidered robe shook, and a gust of cold wind swept over.

Seeing this, Chang Wutian's face changed slightly.

Seeing that the gust of cold wind was about to hit him, at the critical moment, Han Shihan's jade hand suddenly raised, and the air instantly solidified.

At the same time, they also saw the object in the cold wind.

It turned out to be a sharp dart.

The dart was frozen in the air and eventually landed on the ground.

Qi Zhen's face suddenly looked ugly. He pretended to be calm and chuckled: "The extremely cold true energy of the Han Bing Palace is indeed well-known. You have not insulted your mother's reputation!"

"Old ghost Qi Zhen, just surrender, you can't escape!"

Han Shihan snorted lightly.

"If I want me to surrender, are you worthy of it?"

Qi Zhen sneered, and saw him gritting his teeth hard. The next second, black blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Zhen's body began to twitch, and after a moment, his body also fell down with a bang, completely losing the breath of life.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

In order not to be captured alive, this old guy actually committed suicide by taking poison! "Damn it!"

Chang Wutian reluctantly put away the ancient sword and failed to kill Qi Zhen with his own hands, which made him quite angry.

Han Shihan glanced at Chang Wutian in surprise, and they didn't know why Chang Wutian was so angry.
Chapter completed!