Before the old zombie could come to his face, He Wuhen felt the strong wind rushing and the coldness was gushing.

At the critical moment, he shouted angrily, held the blood-drinking knife in both hands and slashed it out.

"The world collapses!"

The eight-foot-long flame sword light burst out with unparalleled power, hitting the old zombie's head.

Only a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the sword light hit the old zombie's head, but it shattered into hundreds of flame fragments.

The old zombie's defense is even stronger. This knife failed to hurt it, but it slowed down its rushing speed.

The violent energy rushed out, collapsed the narrow passage, and the bricks and stones on both sides smashed down one after another.

The sword light slashed on the ground, causing the earth to tremble and shake, and cracked countless gaps.

The old zombie was shrouded two feet away and became more and more furious.

It screamed strangely, stretched its arms like a sharp sword, and accelerated again to stab He Wuhen’s chest.

The strong wind whistled, the cold air blew on the face, and a bunch of green corpse poison was mixed with, sprinkling like raindrops.

He Wuhen shouted coldly, held the blood-drinking knife tightly with both hands, and a dazzling purple light lit up on his arms.

The Tongtian Seal on his arms was activated, and the power of his arms suddenly doubled.

Now he possesses the Heavenly Spirit, and his strength is not weaker than the fourth-level Martial Emperor in terms of his strength and strength.

With a roar, he held the knife in both hands and slashed it hard.

"Shura Kill!"

The surging flames and blade light suddenly submerged and disappeared into the dark passage.

The old zombie was confused and thought why Wuhen was bluffing and rushed towards him again.

When he rushed out ten feet away and was about to rush to He Wuhen, he heard three "silent" sounds, almost at the same time.

Suddenly, the old zombie felt as if she was struck by lightning, and her tall body trembled violently for several times.

With a "pop", it fell to the ground, smashing the stone floor into a big pit.

There are three wounds on its chest and throat, which can be seen deep and penetrate almost back and forth.

Each wound is the size of a fist, and the flesh is rolled out, making it look bloody and vague, particularly miserable and ferocious.

But what is strange is that no blood flowed out from the wounds of the old zombie.

Not only that, after suffering such severe injuries, it seemed to be fine. It got up from the ground with a strange scream and rushed towards He Wuhen.

"Damn, this thing is really invulnerable to swords and guns. It can't be beaten to death or burnt to pieces!"

He Wuhen was shocked. He never expected that the defense of Feitian Zombie would be so powerful.

Just as he was stunned, the old zombie rushed closer.

It opened its bloody mouth and sprayed out a grayish-white, cold air.

There were dozens of drops of miserable green corpse poison, covering He Wuhen with his head and face.

Not only that, its arms also pierced from left to right, like two sharp swords with cold air flashing.

The yin and cold air mixed with corpse poison almost enveloped the entire passage, making He Wuhen unable to hide at all.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the cold and corpse poison, He Wuhen gritted his teeth and silently said "Move in an instant".

Suddenly, his whole body was wrapped in white light, disappeared out of thin air, and appeared behind the old zombie strangely.

"puff!"

The gray and white evil cold air mixed with the miserable green corpse poison was all splashed on the dark stone wall, making a dull sound.

The extremely stiff stone wall was corroded by corpse poison and was full of holes, and bursts of white smoke came out.

The entire wall was frozen by the cold and cold air, making a crackling sound, and it quickly shattered into powder.

The old zombie fell into nothing and was looking for He Wuhen's trace.

At this moment, He Wuhen held the blood-drinking knife in both hands and placed it on the neck of the old zombie.

The blood-drinking knife, floating with purple flames, pressed against the old zombie's neck, emitting a cold air like the Nine Netherworld Palace, which made the old zombie extremely frightened.

It subconsciously flew forward and stayed away from the terrifying blood-drinking knife.

But He Wuhen exhaled and opened his voice, pulling his hands hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the blood-drinking knife flashed by, and an ugly and hideous zombie head rolled to the ground.

No matter how powerful the defense of Feitian Zombie is, even He Wuhen’s sword light cannot harm it.

But under the invincible blood-drinking knife, its hardest neck was cut off with one knife.

There was no scene of blood splashing, nor any shrill screams.

The huge zombie's head rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and actually flew up "whizz" and wanted to escape into the depths of the darkness.

Not only that, the headless zombie's body also flew quickly and ran away as fast as lightning.

"I still want to run away?" He Wuhen sneered and waved the blood-drinking knife to slash it hard.

With a dull "bang", the zombie's head was cut in half by a knife, and fell to the ground dejectedly, without any movement.

At the same time, He Wuhen's whole body was full of dazzling fire, and his energy burst out to the extreme.

"Nine Steps of Xianglong!"

In an instant, he took nine steps in the air, caught up with the headless zombie a hundred feet away, and slashed it hard with his knife.

When he noticed the strong wind coming from behind, the headless zombie knew that she could no longer escape, so she immediately turned around.

It raised its arms and blocked its head horizontally, trying to block He Wuhen's earth-shaking knife.

However, there was no Yuanli light on the dark blood-drinking knife, only purple flames were floating.

"clang!"

With the sound of gold and iron clashing, the Blood-Drinking Knife hit the old zombie's arms hard and cut his arms into four pieces.

Not only that, the blood-drinking knife had not stopped, and continued to slash all the way down, directly slashing the old zombie's body in half.

"Puboo..."

The broken arm, the corpse that was split in half, fell to the ground, splashing with large bunches of dust.

The Feitian Zombie, which is comparable to the Martial Emperor's powerful man, was killed by He Wuhen and there was no more noise.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in He Wuhen's mind.

"Ding! Kill the Feitian Zombie and get 500,000 experience points."

When He Wuhen heard this voice, he immediately showed joy and was a little surprised.

"The old zombie actually has so much experience value? I am now the first-level Martial Emperor, and it takes two million points of experience to advance to the second-level Martial Emperor."

"If this continues, wouldn't you be able to level two Martial Emperor by killing three old zombies?"

While he was surprised, he thought about it carefully and roughly understood the reason.

This flying zombie has a deep skill and its strength is approximately equivalent to a level five martial emperor. It is extremely difficult to deal with, so the experience value is so abundant.

Fortunately, he has the magic weapon of the Blood-Drinking Knife, and he used the instant movement skill to successfully cut off the old zombie's neck.

Otherwise, with his energy attack, he would not have hurt a hair of the old zombie at all.

Then, He Wuhen's eyes fell on the Blood-Drinking Knife and the corpse of the old zombie.

He thought that after killing the old zombie, he would definitely be able to condense a sword soul.

However, the Blood-Drinking Knife did not react at all. After thinking about it, he suddenly understood the reason and couldn't help but laugh.

"The sword soul must be condensed by devouring the soul's power. How can zombies have souls?"

He was smiling self-deprecatingly, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the old zombie's corpse.

I saw that the zombie body, which was split in half, was rotting quickly and quickly turned into a pile of black and gray.

Among the black and gray, there was a red crystal like blood, flashing with a red light.

Curiously, He Wuhen used the tip of the knife to clear the black and gray, and then he saw clearly the appearance of the blood red crystal.

This is the size of a fist and the shape is like a heart, with blood-red and crystal clear all over.

"Soul Bloodstone?"

He Wuhen murmured, and a joy suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

The soul and blood stone is a unique thing for zombies.

Similar to King Wu's Yuan Dan, the demon pills of monsters are all the sources of power.

Although zombies are filthy things, the spirit and blood stone is not, this is the purest power.

It is said that the Flying Thrall's soul blood stone generally contains hundreds of years of skill.
To be continued...