Super Monk

As the sword rain swept by, the strange trees, the living dead and even the thick fog in front of them were swept away. When the sword light dissipated, a large blank appeared in front of Zhao Fugui's eyes. For a long time, the thick fog around them did not fill the area.

"These damned fellows are dead at last!" Several people didn't expect that Zhao Fugui's strength was so strong. After a short shock, Zhang Long said excitedly. The faces of the other two martial artists also showed a smile of relief. Even Zheng Wen was relieved.

"Don't be happy too soon, this forest is alive!" Zhao Fugui's face became dignified and said in a deep voice. Then he threw the heavy machine gun in his hand to Zhang long and said coldly, "now they can kill people. If you want to live, just follow me!"

The smile on Zhang Long's face was fixed on his face. Zhao Fugui didn't care about them. Instead, he walked straight ahead quickly. Just at the moment when Zhao Fugui's sword fell, he felt the breath of six samsara flash by. The breath was not far away from here.

Zhang long and Zheng Wen don't understand Zhao Fugui's meaning at all. How can this strange forest live? But Zhao Fugui moves and they immediately follow him. The four of them know very well that if they don't follow Zhao Fugui in this strange forest, they will die.

"Hee hee, hee hee, Zhang long, come with me. I'll help you whoever you want to kill!" The thick fog came slowly again, and Zhang Hu's voice rang again in the fog, saying that on a strange tree in the distance, Zhang Hu's body swayed slowly on that strange tree, as if waving to Zhang long.

"Zheng Wen, why are you leaving? Come and help me, let me go with you Chen Hai's voice also rang up and said that the voices of the living dead seemed to whisper in Zhang Long's and Zheng Wen's ears. They were just cut down by Zhao Fugui's sword, but it seemed that they could not kill them. They continued to appear soon.

"Go away, go away, Zhang Hu, you damned bastard, you don't want to kill me, get away from me!" Zhang Long's ears are constantly ringing with the sound of Zhang Hu's talking and the rustle of leaves. This sound makes Zhang long feel that his head is about to explode. He suddenly stops, turns the muzzle of his gun to the direction of Zhang Hu's voice and pulls the trigger madly.

"Dada dada dada!" A tongue of fire shoots out from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and the dense bullets suddenly tear the thick fog. The bullets are shot on the dark shadow in the distance like peas. The dark shadow is torn to the left and right by the dense barrage in an instant, but the bullets of the heavy machine gun seem to lose the power of tearing up the dark shadow, and can't destroy the human body at all.

"Die, die for me, die for me!" Zhang Long fired wildly. In a flash, the barrel of the heavy machine gun became hot. He shot wildly around, not even realizing that he was the only one in the whole team to stop.

"You can't kill me, come with me!" Zhang Long ran out of bullets in the heavy machine gun, put a cold hand on his shoulder, and Zhang Hu's cold voice rang out behind Zhang long.

"Bang!" Zhang Long's heavy machine gun fell to the ground. He seemed to have lost all his consciousness. Zhang Hu dragged his body, penetrated his body with a sharp strange tree branch, and slowly hung him on the tree.

"Wake up, you fool!" At this time, Zhao Fugui slapped Zhang Long's face, and his cold voice rang at the same time.

Zhang long was stunned for a moment, and his eyes regained some clarity. Then he let out a hysterical scream and broke away from a sharp Branch of the strange tree.

Zheng Wen and the other two real warriors looked at Zhang long in horror. Just now, they saw that Zhang long didn't know why he was crazy. They screamed a few times. Then they threw away the heavy machine gun in their hands and grabbed a branch of a strange tree and thrust it into their body.

"Ah, ah, it's killing me. Help me, help me!" The sharp Branch of the strange tree penetrated Zhang Long's shoulder, leaving a penetrating wound directly on his shoulder. Zhang Long broke away from the branch of the strange tree in horror, and the sharp branch with barbs tore a large piece of meat from him.

"Shut up, you can't die!" Zhao Fugui grabs Zhang Long's neck with one hand and throws him at the feet of the other two real warriors with a cold look. Zhang long was fascinated just now. In this strange forest, the "rustle" sound, which seems to be the friction between leaves, carries some kind of power that makes people confused. Fear and this power make Zhang Long crazy. He takes the sharp branches of the strange tree and inserts them into his body.

"Stop the bleeding for him!" Zheng Wen stares around warily and says hastily that if they didn't do anything wrong and were less affected by the vicious curses of the living dead, they might become the same as Zhang long. Maybe they'll grab the sharp branches of the strange tree and stick them in.

The two terrified real warriors "ah ah" gave a vague and quick response. Then they quickly tore off their clothes and used them as bandages to stop Zhang Long's bleeding. Zhang long was still crying in pain. The two real warriors were afraid that he might be barking and causing new danger. They put a clip in his mouth to make him shut up.

"Shasha, hee hee!" Strange sounds continue to ring out from the thick fog. In the thick fog, it seems that people are constantly moving around, and people are constantly swaying on the looming strange trees. Zhao Fugui and his family seem to be surrounded by these ghosts.Zheng Wen's face was frightened. In this cold and humid environment, their faces and hands kept sweating. Even the hands that grasped the heavy machine gun began to become slippery, and they could hardly grasp the heavy machine gun.

"Come out. It's no use pretending to be a ghost. You can't kill us!" Zhao Fugui throws Zhang long behind him. He looks at the dark fog and says coldly.

But in response to him, there was only a strange giggle and the rustle of leaves. Nothing appeared in the thick fog. Only the figures hanging on the strange trees continued to sway.

"If you don't come out, I don't mind the trouble of destroying the whole strange forest. You and the strange forest should coexist. If the strange forest dies, you will die, right?" Zhao Fugui was not moved by those strange shadows. He continued with a sneer. These ghosts may scare others, but they have no effect on him at all. If these ghosts or strange trees can kill him, then the living dead will not dare to ask for help or curse him before. The living dead dare not provoke Zhao Fugui at all.

Zhao Fugui's voice fell, just as he was impatient to start again, a thick fog in the strange forest began to spread slowly around.