Reborn Zombie Supreme

The blade of the sword turned, and after shaking off the hot golden blood, the tip of the sword twisted and snaked like a poisonous snake, and then headed towards Wude Xingjun's left eye!

"Zombie demon, dare to be rampant in front of me?"

Wude Xingjun opened his hand, and the demon-slaying magic sword placed on the gift shelf buzzed, and with a "swish" sound, it penetrated seven or eight Yin soldiers of the City of Fuidou and flew to his hand. At this time, He Cheng grabbed it The sword was stabbing in front of him, but Wude Xingjun hurriedly raised his sword to stop him.

Thump thump thump! ! !

Wude Xingjun took three steps back, his palms numb, "What a strength!"

Then He Cheng shouted, "Close the door, start killing!"

The 80,000 Yin soldiers in Wusi City suddenly tore off their red belts, raised their spears, and shouted, "Haha!" The sound was deafening.

80,000 Yin soldiers surrounded the entire city of Fu Si from the ground to the sky!

Hundreds of demons were like stew in a pot, covered with a lid.

There was no light around, only the burning red candle flickering.

How could ordinary little monsters think that the Black Mountain Old Monster was hosting a Hongmen Banquet?

But suddenly I heard Lord Wude Xing yelling, "Today I am going to kill this corpse demon to avenge my brother. Anyone who doesn't want to be my enemy, Lord Wude Xing, had better get out of here!"

His eyes shone brightly, and the two golden beams were like sunlight penetrating the windows, lighting up the dark city of Fu Shi.

Wude Xingjun puffed out his cheeks, looked around with golden eyes, and lifted up his armor with his chest high. Stomping his feet, the sword was placed across his chest, and the golden light mana burned the Yin Qi in the City of Fushou. The sword is picking and stabbing, squatting and jumping to dodge, the wind is blowing in the hand, and the wind is loud and loud. Suddenly the divine sword in his right hand spun in the palm of his hand, he bent down and heard the buzzing sound of the sword.

Stomping his feet again, he straightened his body and was a head taller than all the monsters.

The sword was thrust towards He Cheng who was gathering momentum in front of him.

The "fancy" voice came from the side.

The white-bearded and white-haired old general holding a sword slashed diagonally with his sword and blocked the sword with a clang. However, Wude Xingjun had strong magic power and the old general was weak, so he was knocked back three steps.

"What did you say?" Wude Xingjun breathed heavily, his eyes blazing with fire.

"I said: Hua...! Whistle...!" The old general sounded extremely disdainful of him.

"Old man, you're looking for death!" Wude Xingjun glared at Ren'er. He knew that it would be difficult to win or lose between him and He Cheng in a short period of time. Adding an old general to the mix would make it even harder to win or lose. Kill the veteran first, and He Cheng will naturally not be able to escape.

The old general bumped his feet like he was stamping on the mud, pushed forward fiercely, his body was low enough to press his chest on his knees in a lunge, and in one move, he drew out his sword and swirled the wind. Wude Xingjun did not expect that the old general who had been calm just now could attack in an instant.

In sword dancing, what is required is to use sword moves to raise the momentum to the peak.

The old general in front of Wude Xingjun was like a treasured sword hidden in a scabbard. When he made a move, he cut the sword with the scabbard. When it came to his face, the scabbard was gone. Wude Xingjun suddenly leaned back, his heels were nailed to the ground like stakes, and he lay back with his waist supported. He avoided the sword that was slashing horizontally, and stood up again after his back was shaken by the ground.

Unexpectedly, the old general drew the sword fiercely, but his eyes were accurate when he retracted it. The sword he had just drawn suddenly pulled back, holding the sword in both hands, turned half a circle in the air like a gourd, and forced the horizontal chop to a vertical chop. Wudexing You stand like a wooden stake, your heels are still nailed to the ground. I can only grit my teeth and bear the knife.

Bang ding!

The treasured sword slashed at the gilded golden armor, breaking through the protective divine light, but the blade was blocked by the treasured armor.

Wude Xingjun stamped his feet and slapped the old general on the chest, causing him to fly backwards like a cloud of mist.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad." Mr. Wudexing listened cruelly.

"Old Yuan, today is a fight to the death, don't hide it." He Cheng patted the shoulder of the old general Yuan Detai, and put the silver armor on Yuan Detai.

Even though the corpse armor is not as good as the treasure armor on the Heavenly Court Star Lord, it is better than resisting with a body board.

"Don't worry, city lord." Yuan Detai bared his teeth as if he had drank spicy wine.

"His level is higher than mine, but he is still a layman with swordsmanship. It will be difficult for him to kill me."

Those who can use weapons are like hands and feet, and those who can't use weapons have to be distracted. Although they can use weapons to be sharp, their own strength will be compromised.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

He Cheng looked away.

The Plague God's wide-sleeved robe was sprinkled with plague poisons in four colors: green, yellow, purple and black. With a flick of his sleeves, he tore a big hole in the sky above the city of Fushou, which was covered by 80,000 Yin soldiers.

The ghost kings and monster kings from all over the city who were still holding wine glasses and didn't know what was going on looked at He Cheng and them in shock when they suddenly started fighting.

"What?" The God of Plague twitched his nose and turned around to dodge.

The yellow and black plague swept across his face.

Looking at He Cheng, who was dressed in a black robe, with black hair hanging out, and corpse air and plague air coming out of his sleeves, the God of Plague twisted his face and said, "It's really you!"

He raised his hand and flicked it, and the deadly plague enveloped He Cheng, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

However, He Cheng opened his mouth and spat out, and the ball of fire exploded.

The little demon king with low skills sniffed the smell of plague and fell to the ground. He had sores on his head and pustules on his back. He died in a short time and turned into a foot-long wild boar with a foul smell.

This was not over yet, the black energy from He Cheng's body fell and hit the corpse. The corpse covered with pustules shook, the wild boar's eyes glowed red, and it "lived" again!

The "alive" big wild boar jumped stiffly and killed two demons that came with it.

Plague spreads quickly, and corpse poison is not far behind.

The hundreds of demons who had remained quiet finally exploded.

Unexpectedly, the God of Plague did not fight after spreading the plague, but turned into a ball of yellow gas to break through the dragnet of 80,000 Yin soldiers.

"You can turn the living into the dead, and I can turn the dead into the living. What are you going to fight with me for?"

The God of Plague sweated as he heard the voice chasing after him. He blinked and suddenly turned around and slapped He Cheng on the chest.

"Do you really think that because you are a zombie, you are not afraid of the plague?"

He Cheng was hit by a palm in the middle of his chest, and a pustule as big as a fist bulged out. The pustule glowed purple and slowly spread around.

"Something capable!"

He threw out a sword, flipped the sword wind, and thrust it into his chest with a pop.

"What are you doing!" The God of Plague was shocked, why didn't this man hit him with a sword first?

But he saw the sword was raised on his chest, and a purple pus bag as big as his fist flew out and fell to the ground, burning a big pit. When the God of Plague looked at He Cheng again in horror, he saw that a large piece of meat was missing from his chest, and his bones were white and glowing with gold.

The flesh buds of the zombie's dead flesh squeezed out, like a web, and healed themselves in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, the God of Plague was so frightened that he couldn't control his heart and just wanted to run away. He was no match for He Cheng in the fight at that time. How could he be so much more capable when they met again today?

He didn't know that He Cheng didn't dare to kill the immortal in front of all the immortals at that time and deliberately spared his life.

This time Lord Wude and the God of Plague descended to earth privately, just to deliver food. Why did they succeed and why should they hold back?

The God of Plague hid in a hurry. He remembered Wude Xingjun's plan to entangle He Cheng, and waited for Wude Xingjun to kill the little demons and ghosts that were an eyesore before joining forces to kill He Cheng.

The plan coincides with that of He Cheng, both using the weak to trap the strong and fighting for the chance of winning, with two against one.

The only thing is that the God of Plague cannot control the zombies in front of him.

The claws of the corpse scratched his neck, and on the other side there was a sharp sword on his neck. The god of plague could not escape death...

"Zhong Kui, you still haven't taken action!!" The God of Plague shouted in fear.

"Alas!" Wude Xingjun, who was having an inextricable fight with Yuan Detai, sighed. He originally wanted Zhong Kui to act as a back-up guard against He Cheng. In Wude Xingjun's eyes, this corpse demon was very cunning. If he used all his cards first, , will definitely lose!

"Old Black Mountain demon, stop!" Zhong Kui raised his hand and grabbed He Cheng.

He was coming very quickly, and he raised his hand to control He Cheng.

The Yin soldiers above the head suddenly dispersed, revealing the clear night sky.

Zhong Kui looked up and immediately stopped in fear.

"Bodhisattva, why are you here!"