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Chapter 222 Kendo is pure speed and power

"Poisonous Zombie!"

Li Qingyun's face turned pale.

He is confident that his talent is no less than anyone else's.

However, the Three Sons of Blood Slaughter are different!
Hua Xuezi has the magic weapon Knife Embryon, Baijiizi has the magic weapon Hundred Soul Flag Embryon, and Du Zhengzi also has powerful methods.

He doesn't have these things!
How can this be compared?

"My uncle's escape skills are definitely far superior to those of ordinary people. It's not time yet. Senior brother, please think about it..."

Wu Makong said in fear, urging more and more anxiously.

"Don't say that again!"

"Otherwise I will never protect you."

Li Qingyun looked hesitant at first, but suddenly became serious and stood up to fight towards the battlefield.

Wu Makong was startled and quickly followed.

Sky,

A blue shadow emerged.

……

"Big brother!"

"I can't help it!"

"So much blood, so much flesh!"

The swollen boy's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty, reddened by the aura-rich flesh and blood on the battlefield.

He kicked his feet, leaped dozens of feet like a meat ball, and smashed into the disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect.

The tiny arms swung, and dozens of white bone threads flew in all directions, piercing the shield, piercing the eyes, and hooking several mid-stage Qi training monks into their arms.

"Du Zhengzi... spare your life!"

Several people screamed in fear.

Click!

The poisonous boy bit down on the throat of a female disciple with a crisp sound. He took a deep breath and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"My cultivation level is a bit low, I'm only in the middle stage of Qi training."

He also has regrets.

"Do you think so, brother?"

"Hoohoo!"

The green poisonous zombie roared excitedly, grabbing one with each hand and eating its flesh and blood starting from the face. The screams stopped suddenly and the brains collapsed.

"Hundred Corpse Poison Guard!"

The poisonous boy shook his storage bag.

Hundreds of black-haired zombies wearing rune armor appeared, surrounding him, and pounced in all directions, waiting for spells, fireballs, earth spears, etc. to be shot at them to no avail, making a clanging sound.

These zombies were extremely fast, walking like the wind, and quickly caught up with the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect who were fleeing around them, one by one, making a clicking sound, and their wails and screams shook the sky.

Not even a decent resistance.

"Has the turtle from Jinling Mountain arrived?!"

The poisonous boy was still unhappy, his bloodthirsty pupils widened, and he yelled in all directions.

He seems to know everything!
"really……"

Eight or nine hundred meters away, Jiang Ding was talking to himself.

The Seven Feather Sect's intelligence blockade is like a sieve.

It's not trustworthy at all. It's completely different from the battle with Xianmen. It's both internal and external defense. This is why he is so cautious.

"But, so what if you know?"

"Still dying."

Between the eyebrows,

The light blue magnetic lines flash slightly.

A blue flying sword slowly emerged from it, and the terrifying sword intention spread in all directions.

Everyone's souls couldn't help but freeze.

Look this way.

At the same time, disturbed by the sword's intention, a young man in green appeared with an indifferent expression.

"go with!"

Boom!

Under the electromagnetic acceleration, a huge air explosion appeared on the spot. The azure flying sword accelerated to a terrifying speed and disappeared from everyone's consciousness.

"Not good!" The bloodthirsty and madness in the poisonous boy's eyes disappeared, and instantly turned clear. Huge fear surged into his heart, boundless, and overwhelmed him.

"Hundred Zombie Corpse Refining Formation!"

He yelled.

The hundreds of armored zombies surrounding him roared, each spitting out thick poisonous smoke, forming layers of black shields around his body, melting gold and bones.

It's enough to withstand multiple attacks from Foundation Establishment monks without being damaged!
call out!
The blue sword shadow flashed past, and the thick poisonous mist was instantly penetrated.

A top-quality defensive bone shield appeared in front of him. It was filled with yin energy and had enough defensive power to withstand a full blow from a foundation-building monk. It had been tested many times within the sect.

call out!
A big hole appeared on the bone shield, the front was transparent and the back was bright, and even the speed could not be affected at all.

"Brother save me!"

The trembling warning came true, and the poisonous boy screamed in horror, feeling great regret.

He shouldn't have come forward so quickly!

Roar!
The Green Poison Zombie let out a low roar, his figure blurred for a while, and he actually cut through the shield that was more fragile than an eggshell at the tip of his sword, and when he was about to pierce the head of the Poisonous Zombie boy, he switched bodies with him.

"It involves short-distance teleportation? There are some tricks."

Jiang Ding was a little surprised.

call out!
The Taiqing Flying Sword showed no sign of turning and penetrated the green poisonous zombie's forehead, piercing open a watermelon and piercing its core where corpse energy and spiritual power gathered in large quantities.

It flew out with a crisp sound without any change in speed.

hoohoo!

Behind him, the ferocious, tenacious and terrifying green poisonous zombie roared a few times and fell to the ground, its aura completely dimmed.

puff!
"This is impossible!"

At the moment when the green poisonous zombie died, the poisonous boy vomited blood and his breath was like a gossamer.

He shouted in disbelief: "This is a second-level natal zombie! Even the foundation-building monks can't kill it!!"

This person is indeed at the eighth level of Qi training!

This is unreasonable!
Little did he know that in the eyes of others, his green poison zombies and hundred-zombie poison guards were also completely unreasonable.

call out!
No one answered his words. The Taiqing Flying Sword arrived in an instant, and the light blue sword light filled his eyes.

"Huaxuezi! Hundreds of devils! How dare you..."

The poisonous boy's eyes were about to burst.

Boo!
At this moment, Jiang Ding saw a group of ghosts with single horns on their foreheads appearing in the distance.

They opened their ghastly mouths and screamed in unison. The sound waves merged together and turned into a transparent and dazzling ripple that shot towards his head.

A long knife with a blood-colored aura appeared in the sky, and the blade was covered with strands of blood. Every strand was filled with the wailing souls of vampires, emitting screams that disturbed the souls.

It gathered momentum for a long time and slashed at Taiqing Feijian.

"fortunately……"

There was a look of joy in the eyes of the poisonous boy. He did not insist on his own opinion, but waited for everyone to gather before launching a general attack.

"Blood-turning sword?"

Jiang Ding's reaction was dull, as if he already knew that the other party was here.

"Gorgeous."

"The knife only requires pure sharpness and speed, add so many spells, are you going to sing and fight at the same time?"

Ding!
As the swords collided, a large amount of spiritual light dissipated, and the sharp sound almost pierced the eardrums of the surrounding Qi-training monks.

There is no such thing as a stalemate.

The embryo of the blood-transforming magic sword suddenly dimmed, and a deep crack appeared on the blade. It flew away faster than when it came, and was on the verge of being scrapped.

call out!
The Taiqing Flying Sword ignored it, and in an instant, without any obstruction, it passed around the neck of the poisonous boy, his head flew up, and a large fountain of blood sprayed out.

"No, my grandfather is the Venomous Ancestor, and he will not let you go..."

The swollen head that was thrown away had extremely strong vitality and was still opening and closing.

boom!
The fine sword energy remaining in his head was immediately triggered, erupting in a flash of light, turning his head into pieces of broken bones as thick as a match head.

There is no more breath of life.

Jiang Ding used the magnetic levitation flying escape technique, and his body suddenly accelerated, avoiding the sharp ripples emitted by Baigui's sound wave, making it unable to catch up, and looked in the direction of the blood-changing sword embryo.

"what!"

There was a scream in the distance, and a cold and stern young man wearing a bloody robe was revealed, vomiting blood, his breath dropped significantly, and he howled in fright and rage.

"How dare you destroy my blood-transforming magic sword! I will cut you into pieces with a thousand cuts, drain your soul and refine your soul..."

"I'm different, I only want your head."

call out!
The azure light of the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed and shot towards the head of the blood-robed young man in the eyes of the dead man.

(End of this chapter)