Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Then let's decide between life and death!"

Yan Chixia is happy.

"You are bound to die. Today, I will give you a ride!" He Cheng raised his hand and grabbed it, and an iron gun fell into his hand. It hit the ground with a bang, and it had been pressed as solid as granite. There is another hole in the ground.

As a demon, killing your enemy with your own hands is not a sign of recognition.

Only the opponent knows the opponent best. Zeng Hecheng’s understanding of Lin Jiu far exceeded his understanding of himself.

Yan Chixia took off the wine gourd from her waist and took a few sips of wine.

The wine overflowed, followed his beard, got into his neck, and wet the front of his clothes.

“All roads lead to connected roads

Ha, I ask for my own way

I seek my own way! "

Sighing from the spicy wine, Yan Chixia flicked the sword in her hand, the drunkenness in her eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sharp and murderous look.

Take away the face with one sword.

He Cheng raised his foot and kicked the gun. The tip of the gun pointed behind him, but the small cylinder left on the tail moved forward.

With a slight shake, the big gun turned half a circle, pointing forward.

The big iron spear trembled with his wrist, and he reached forward three feet to catch up with the killing sword. The tip of the spear was on the sword's edge, and the sword's edge was deflected upward. The force was not weak at all, and it turned into an iron dragon and drove straight into Yan Chixia's heart.

"Ding!"

Yan Chixia took three steps back. His steps were not as fast as the spear, but these few steps back gave him time to withdraw the Xuanyuan Divine Sword with his arm. Yan Chixia pulled the divine sword around like a ribbon, and turned around with the sword light. A circle of sword light was drawn around her body, which happened to be in the way of the shot.

"Teng Teng Teng!!!" Yan Chixia was slightly weaker and took three steps back.

But the gun was as sticky as a long snake, and the probe came after him again.

"Road to Road, very Avenue

God's way! typical! humane! kendo! ! "

Yan Chixia sang a song in her mouth, her heroic spirit surged, and the sword in her hand also acted like a swimming dragon, catching up with the long snake and colliding with it. Due to her weak strength, Yan Chixia took three more steps back, but she also escaped the attack from the iron spear.

Already seriously injured and still weak in terms of realm strength, Yan Chixia would not only lose this battle, but she would also die.

"Hahaha, so happy!"

He Cheng did not pursue him, but the big gun fell to the ground, and he waited quietly for Yan Chixia to breathe heavily.

"The tree demon has ever suffered at your hands?"

"He should be the old Black Mountain demon." He Cheng gently rubbed the blade of the gun with his thumb.

"You are also coming from Montenegro. Do you know the Sword God Feng Qingtian?"

"Whoosh——!"

The spear flicked He Cheng's wrist, drew a semi-arc, and pointed diagonally at the ground.

"I killed him."

"Sure enough, it's you...haha" Yan Chixia was not angry, but grabbed the wine gourd and drank heavily.

He choked and coughed, spitting out the wine and blood.

Jiu Gourd followed Yan Chixia and raised her hand and came to He Cheng. He Cheng caught the gourd and took a sip. Although the wine was fragrant, it could not intoxicate the dead.

"Shi'er's mother is the monster next to you."

He Cheng paused.

"oh?"

He really didn't expect that.

"what a small world"

"yes……"

Canglanglang~

The sword came out again, although the strength declined, but the momentum became a bit more fierce. In the blink of an eye, it rushed to He Cheng's eyes, passed through the wine in the air, and stabbed into He Cheng's chest!

Ding~

Yan Chixia grabbed the whining Xuanyuan Divine Sword and dropped it.

His eyes fell on He Cheng's golden armor, and there was only an invisible scar there.

"Avenge your apprentice for killing his father?"

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Yan Chixia said it was easy, but she felt a headache in her heart. The golden armor could actually guard against her own divine sword. He really couldn't win this battle.

"Jin Yanzi didn't come to me to avenge her husband's murder, so why are you so anxious?"

He Cheng's eyes suddenly stopped at the tip of the big gun in his hand.

Then a flower was flung out from the tail of the gun, and with two flapping sounds of a bird's wings, she rushed towards Yan Chixia with her left and right feet on top of each other. Before he could draw his gun, Tieshan relied on Qiao'er to hit the sword's ridge with great force, just in time to knock away Yan Chixia's stabbing hand.

There was also danger in this. The sword blade passed along He Cheng's ear and cut off half of his ear.

One more inch of cruelty, and half of He Cheng's head will be cut off!

However, as Yan Chixia was knocked away and raised her hand, the flaw in front of her eyes was exposed, and He Cheng's big iron spear was released.

The gun was like a living thing, drilling along Yan Chixia's elbow, staggering across the armpit, and piercing into the heart!

He Cheng let go of his hand.

The gun had penetrated Yan Chixia's heart and came out from behind him.

Blood dripped down the tip of the gun and dripped onto the clothes on Yan Chixia's back.

Yan Chixia licked her dry lips.

"There must be a way for dogs on the tile pit next to the Devil's Crying God."

You're going to find a jackal on the road

Each seeks his own way

Each, seek... each... way..."

At the end of the song, he raised his hand, turned the sword over, and handed the sword to He Cheng.

"I have too many opportunities to kill you, but I don't want to."

He Cheng took over the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. They had cooperated for a long time, and the Divine Sword did not exclude him.

"Today is just a ride for you."

Although Yan Chixia has also made progress, her ability to reach this level at just a few decades old is already a natural talent, but it is a pity that He Cheng improved faster.

They were once evenly matched, but now... they are no longer on the same level.

Everything happened too fast and the time was too short. Maybe Yan Chixia herself didn't react. She didn't expect He Cheng to improve so quickly and mistakenly thought that she still had a chance to win.

"Shi'er..." Yan Chixia sighed and died.

The fire was fierce and had crawled to his feet.

He Cheng held up the wine gourd and poured the wine on Yan Chixia.

The fire seemed to have found its trigger, and instantly climbed onto Yan Chixia's body, wrapping him up.

The yellow firelight reflected He Chengshi's face, flickering brightly and dimly.

He bent down to pick up the gun, holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his other hand, and suddenly smiled, "You big beard!"

A red iron book that was not burned by the fire appeared in the fire. He Cheng was not afraid of the fire and bent down to grab the iron book.

It says "The Secret of Ten Thousand Swords".

After putting away the iron book, He Cheng's nose twitched slightly. The flames could not block the smell, so he continued to chase after the smell of Shi'er and Jin Yanzi.

One yard must be returned to another yard, and the root must be removed to cut the grass.

Yan Chixia also thought of this when she wanted to fight He Cheng even before she died.

He knew that his stupid apprentice would definitely seek out He Cheng for revenge, which would mean death, so he wanted to kill He Cheng first, and only then gave him the divine sword and the sword manual in exchange for his apprentice's life.

Finally, he sighed "Shi'er...", and he also sighed and thought of this.

"It's a pity that I'm a demon and I can't put myself in danger just because of this."

Shi'er may not be in danger, but Jin Yanzi, who goes crazy for her son, is dangerous. She has been with He Cheng for a long time, and with just a few glances, He Cheng's last two days of peaceful life will be troubled.

He had just walked more than twenty miles when he bumped into a scholar running towards him.

"Hello...general...sir," he thought about several titles.

"Excuse me, have you seen a girl? She looks like..." The scholar groped for a while, and finally took out a square piece of rice paper from his sleeve.

Unfolded, it showed a very familiar woman He Cheng.

Nie Xiaoqian.

"The painting looks very similar." He Cheng nodded.

"Sir, do you know her?"

"know"

"I met her just now, but suddenly I can't find her. I'm worried that she's in danger alone in the wilderness, so I'm looking for her in a hurry. Sir, it's best if you know her. We can find her faster if we search together! ... Not yet Please tell me, what is your relationship?"

There was nervousness in the scholar's eyes.