lethal arsenal

Chapter 141
Hanging on the mountainside, the sharp wind can be heard on the plank road more than [-] meters away.

Looking down, there are still some 300 meters high.

Behind this plank road is the Bailong Temple, a main hall and three side rooms, which together occupy a large area of ​​land.

The building is still a courtyard-style structure. If you don't look closely, you will feel immortal.

In the morning, when the clouds and fog rise together, the white dragon banner standing behind the Taoist temple is looming in the fog, which is exactly the name of the temple.

There is an inscription on the front of the plank road.

Those who wrote poems on it, with gold hooks and iron strokes, who knew how to leave words at a glance, had a good skill.

"The history of wars between Wu and Yue, this peak can testify that China is now unified, and Jiangnan enjoys peace."

The words were chiseled like a knife, three points into the stone, Lin Dong stretched out his hand to gently stroke the marks on the inscription, and vaguely saw a figure, holding the knife, dancing on the top of the mountain, with a huge disc behind him.

The perception is fleeting.

A pale hand rested on his shoulder, with icy cold claws, it was painful to scrape the skin, the skin that could not be wiped away by iron arrows, was scraped open by sharp nails.

As soon as Lin Dong turned his head, he saw a rotten face that had been cut into three sections by two knives.

"Zombie?"

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows. This is indeed a dead person, but he can move. His body is hard and powerful. What else could he be if he wasn't a zombie?
The sky was blue and white, and it was chilly, and the two of them were almost face to face.

hold head high!
He opened his mouth wide, and the breath of corpses rushed to his face.

The stench is unspeakable, but the most terrifying thing is a pair of protruding ferocious fangs.

Zombies coming out of the Taoist temple?
Where did this thing come from and where did it go, Lin Dong didn't know.

However, he twisted his waist and spun around, and with an elbow, he slammed back hard on the open-mouthed head, bang!With a force of tens of thousands of catties, it directly hit the front door, even if it was stiff, its fangs were cut off by this elbow knife.

The entire face was sunken into a bloody mess, and the facial features were buried in the flesh.

Tie Zhuang hurriedly backed away, jumping three feet away.

In broad daylight, resentment condenses, and corpse qi turns into frost.

Ruo Ruowu's coldness lingered around Lin Dong, and the iron stiff who was slapped by Lin Dong's backhand swayed, but he didn't dare to approach, and the completely rotten face was dripping with oil.

This is corpse oil.

Bad breath, blow to the sky!
It was unbearable. Lin Dong stared at the figure on the other side of the plank road, an old man with a cheeky face, hunched back, holding a copper bell in his hand, and the shadow under his feet was so thick that it almost dissipated. To the extent that it doesn't open, it's like a mass of dark ink full of evil spirits.

There is no doubt that it is this old thing that rings the bell that is manipulating the iron stiffness.

"Old man! Pooh."

Lin Dong spit out a spit, the smell in the air is really too bad.

He also didn't know what the status of this old thing was in Venerable Maitreya of the White Lotus Sect. Anyway, since he was an enemy, it was the greatest respect to kill him first.

With a monkey cheek face holding a bell in his right hand and a dark machete in his left hand, he was standing opposite the plank road. The machete in his hand was raised high, as if it could cut off the iron chains on the plank road on both sides of Goulian mountainside at any time.

With the other hand, he kept shaking the bell, trying to make Tie Zang attack. However, Tie Zang, who was sluggish at the beginning, had a faint sense of intelligence, so he didn't dare to attack rashly.

The main thing is to be scared.

Lin Dong tilted his head, looked at the old guy, and then at the hesitant zombie.

"Die!"

His eyes were full of fierceness, and his hostility was surging like a river rolling backwards. With a single movement of his feet, he stepped on the iron chain like thunder, and the distance of more than a hundred meters was about thirty feet.

The old man's face changed slightly, and he immediately grabbed the iron chain with a knife, clicked, sparks flew everywhere, and a wide gap was cut out.

At the same time, the blood-stained iron stiff had no choice but to attack.

The zombie's pair of tricks had already made two holes under Lin Dong's elbow knife just now. Now it is relying on the smell, the sound of the wind, and the sound of piercing the air to determine Lin Dong's position.

The stiff joints are wide, and the nails are pointed and long. It is obviously a blind zombie. Its speed and sharpness are not inferior to ordinary tigers and leopards.

Tie Zang flew towards Lin Dong from behind.

Lin Dong didn't care about it at all, and at the same time he smashed the wooden boards of the plank road, he jumped up high, followed by him like a shadow, and the monkey-cheeked old man looked a little flustered.

Even if the second knife cut the iron chain, it was useless, the opponent had already swooped over, and a huge fist was like a Kuixing smashing down.

Although the old man practiced evil methods and harmed many people, he raised such an iron corpse, but his own courage is another matter.

"Fifth Brother Yuan, Fifth Brother Yuan!"

The monkey-cheeked old man hastily turned his head and howled dryly at the direction of the Taoist temple.

Inside the Bailong Taoist Temple, there was actually the sound of ping-pong-pong weapons clashing, and the battle was fierce, "You are called mourning!" A voice full of energy, piercing the clouds and cracking the earth, roared.

Just by hearing such a voice, one can imagine what a burly and tall man the man who spoke must be.

Lin Dong stepped on the ground with both feet, and there was a bang, and the soil was cracked layer by layer. He punched straight, and he was about to fall down.

The crisis of life and death is approaching, and the pressure like Mount Tai makes people breathless.

The monkey-cheeked old man clasped his palms together and stretched out his fingers, shouting at the moment of life and death: "Deal!"

The ink-like shadow under his feet swooped up, entangled with Lin Dong's shadow in an instant.

The moment Lin Dong's feet landed on the ground, the shadow was naturally outlined by the sun, and the black shadow pounced on him and entangled him, an invisible force of restraint, imprisoning his whole body.

It also seemed that there were a few iron chains with green rust stains protruding from the Hades, locking him firmly.

However...the veins on Lin Dong's arms and thighs protruded, and the pulsating blood vessels in his neck seemed to be cast during iron smelting. They were clearly visible, revealing an incomparably strong and visual impact.

hold head high!
The Nine-Headed Bull Demon was more than half of his body, and a phantom emerged.

Bang bang bang!
In the spiritual world, thick iron chains exploded.

He punched out, and the terrifying wind pressure scratched the old man, making his cheeks ache.

Fortunately, Taishan's fist was held up for a few breaths.

The old man shrank his neck, and the two big tendons in his neck seemed to be released, and they flicked violently.

With this flick, his head was completely liberated, and if one imagined the cervical spine as a clockwork, the screws on it loosened at this moment.

The old man's head collapsed at a strange angle, his ankle twisted, and he threw himself sideways, avoiding Lin Dong's fist that was like a rock collapsing.

This old guy, now he doesn't care about anything else, just ran to the Taoist temple on the stone steps.

The kung fu of escaping can be described as top-notch.

Lin Dong staggered, and hated Cyclonus in his heart!
His bulging back muscles were actually hugged by the iron corpse.

The heinous and desperate stench of corpses was overwhelming.

It penetrated into the brain in an instant, and even made people wish to cut off their noses.

Tie Zong, who had no fangs, still tried to bite Lin Dong's shoulder. Lin Dong's back was arched like a rock, and the center of gravity of his body moved forward. On the ground, fall on your back.

Lin Dong pressed the Iron Corpse with his knees, and punched three times, bang!The first punch broke Iron Corpse's arm, exposing the bone stubble full of carrion.

boom! !

The chest was sunken with the second punch, and the broken ribs pierced through the lungs and popped out.

boom!
The third punch went straight to the already almost tattered head, splitting apart like a rotten watermelon!
Bah Bah!

After spitting a few mouthfuls, the sky was filled with filth, and Lin Dong poured half of his body. He was so angry that he kicked the dilapidated corpse off the cliff with a big kick.

(End of this chapter)