Reborn Zombie Supreme

"The most holy weapon in the world is indeed in your hands."

Zhong Kui was excited and his eyes were as wide as the blazing sun!

This golden sword is the nemesis of ghosts and gods.

The hot golden knife burned two of He Cheng's fingers bare in the blink of an eye, but the golden light was finally drawn out, and it rose by a foot with every inch it advanced.

Ten feet away, he was in front of Zhong Kui in a blink of an eye. The light of the sword could already penetrate the sky and the earth, like a beam of light connecting the top of his head and his feet.

Zhong Kui puffed up his sleeves, stepped his feet to the left, and tilted his shoulders slightly. His right arm swung back to grab the sword, which was as long as a mountain peak and was twenty or thirty feet tall, and sent it forward against the golden light. The sword and the golden light were as powerful as water and fire, and they froze in place after the collision.

The sound of swords clashing was like thunder on a clear day.

Eighty thousand Yin soldiers and dozens of demons and ghosts all bowed to the sword.

Zhong Kui took another step back, raised his palm like a hill and hit it on the side of the golden light. The hot golden light almost cooked Zhong Kui's palm, but he successfully changed the direction of the golden light's attack, but the big red sleeve on Zhong Kui's wrist was cut off when he stopped his hand. A large piece fell off and fell to the ground like a red carpet.

The golden light changed the road and continued to move forward, heading straight for the gate of Wusi City. The high wall of Wusi City was built like tofu, leaving a huge gap after the golden light passed by.

The demons also shattered into paper dust as soon as they touched the golden light, floating and dissolving in the air.

With a pop, the golden knife had burned off He Cheng's finger and stuck it sideways on the ground.

"What a baby!"

The butterfly monster on its head and feet rushed towards the golden knife.

"How dare you!!"

Zhong Kui also raised his hand to grab the sword, and when he spat out his mouth and nose, thin streaks of thunder spurted out, heading straight for the butterfly monster.

The butterfly monster was still standing upside down, walking up and down. He also opened his mouth and exhaled bursts of black smoke. The black smoke was mixed with glittering scale powder, and disappeared without a trace after hitting the thin thunder. The butterfly monster walked step by step, running towards the golden knife, while dealing with Zhong Kui.

When he finally rushed to the golden sword, he was about to raise his hand to grab the sword, but two big fingers stretched out from the sky and snatched the sword away.

"Haha, Black Mountain old demon, I was afraid that Zhong Kui would snatch your knife, so I came to help you." The butterfly monster looked at the three-headed and six-armed zombie holding the golden knife, and laughed.

His reply was a kick.

"I've been working hard and not doing my best, so I'm giving you face?" He Cheng snorted and looked up at Zhong Kui. "Master Zhong, I wonder how many swords you can resist?"

Zhong Kui bent over and laughed loudly, "You zombie is really stupid. Although the demon's abilities are a bit low, if he stays by my side and feints to attack, it will still have the effect of a mosquito. It's better than killing him."

Zhong Kui's nostrils shrank as he watched his toes grind and squeeze out a ball of green blood. He obviously couldn't guess what the zombie in front of him was capable of, and he still looked like he had a chance to win.

Although the golden sword is powerful, it is only slightly stronger than Zhong Kui's sword.

In addition, the nine-toothed rake, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and the big iron spear around He Cheng were not taken seriously by Zhong Kui. The abilities of these magic weapons all followed their master's. one strike.

"You don't understand." He Cheng shook his head.

He raised his eyelids and looked around, looking at the iron-backed centipede that Zhong Kui had just trampled to death. He opened his mouth suddenly, and the sound of whimpering came into his mouth.

Wude Xingjun, butterfly monster, iron-backed centipede spirit, flesh and blood exploded three times, and the golden blood of gods mixed with the green blood of demons all got into He Cheng's mouth.

"Swallowing blood?" Zhong Kui raised his eyelids and raised his hand to grab it. The five fingers were like five mountain pillars, bending towards He Cheng. Looking from a distance, He Cheng looked like a child who had just turned one month old and was about to be grabbed by a seven-foot-long man with huge arms and a round waist.

Zhong Kui's movement of bending over seemed slow, but in fact his fingers were so fast that he could break through the strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of He Cheng, and he squeezed with his palms.

Snapped!

He Cheng was drilled hard.

"Hiss—!" Zhong Kui frowned fiercely, took a breath, jumped back and let go.

The fifty-foot-long body jumped up like a hill pressing down from the sky.

Boom~

The ground trembled three times, and half of the thirty-six pavilions on the tenth floor of the five halls were shaken away in an instant.

At first glance, the city of Wanshi was in ruins, with only strips of red silk flying like the long sleeves of a ghost.

Boom... there was another muffled sound, and Zhong Kui stopped in his tracks. He didn't know how many demons and monsters were crushed to death under his feet.

Zhong Kui raised his palm and saw that a large gash had been cut on it, and one of his fingers was almost severed.

Blood dripped down, down his wrist and into his sleeve.

Bang bang bang bang——

He Cheng suddenly fell to the ground, and a series of explosions sounded from his bones.

Boom~

There was a sound in his chest.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

It sounded like thunder, louder and louder.

He dug a ditch on the ground with his toes, swung his six arms, and rushed towards Zhong Kui like a wild beast riding a wind and thunder.

He raised his hand and punched Zhong Kui's knee.

Zhong Kui, who had just stood firm, couldn't help but retreat again, but he didn't understand how He Cheng changed so quickly? Can't dodge?

The nine-tooth nail rake was swung, and it was pulled with both arms behind its back to transform into a fifty-foot-long rake, like holding a pillar of heaven that penetrated the sky and the earth.

There was a loud bang on Zhong Kui's head.

"I've repaired the engine." Looking at Zhong Kui with confusion on his face, He Cheng said a word that only he understood.

Zombies are as strong as they are strong. They are dead corpses, and they have not exceeded their limits. At most, they can use some clever skills and be tricky to achieve more effects.

But He Cheng's heart, awakened by the peach, was different. It was running wildly with the corpse energy in his body, increasing his strength.

The Xuanyuan Divine Sword is on the left, and the golden knife is on the right. They are drawn from left to right like scissors in front of Zhong Kui's neck.

"Can some heretics hurt me?"

Zhong Kui opened his mouth and spat out a yellow-skinned gourd. He aimed it at He Cheng and sucked it in.

The suction was strong, and the whooshing wind was like a sharp knife. He Cheng's head and six arms could not hold up, and his flesh was sliced ​​off, inch by inch, as he drilled into the gourd.

In the blink of an eye, He Cheng was cut into a frame of flesh, leaving only the glistening human bones adhering to a few strands of flesh and blood tendons, as well as the beating zombie heart in his ribs.

"The heart of a zombie is actually alive. It's rare in the world. The wine made with you will be delicious!"

Seeing that the victory was determined, Zhong Kui wanted to grab the sword in his hand and kill him again. Unexpectedly, the zombie with only the skeleton in his hand grabbed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and the golden knife and pulled them left and right!

There was a stabbing sound, and a large gash was made in Zhong Kui's neck.

Dong Dong Dong~

Zhong Kui opened his hands to cover his neck, his eyes turned white, and blood poured down in fistfuls.

The blood gourd lost its mana supply and fell to the ground with a thud.

He Cheng, who was left with only a skeleton, fell to the ground.

This battle seemed to be a draw, with both sides suffering losses.

The flesh and blood of the zombies were stripped away, leaving only a skeleton. Zhong Kui's neck was strangled by a golden knife designed to kill ghosts and gods, and he was seriously injured.

The demons who were still alive breathed a sigh of relief, but when they turned around and saw that there were still thirty to forty thousand Yin soldiers, they became confused again.

Qing She and Yan Hong didn't know what they were thinking, and looked at Zhong Kui with gloomy expressions.

The Black Mountain Old Demon killed the Plague God and Wude Xingjun in succession, which was already a great achievement. His death in the hands of Zhong Kui was not a disgrace to his name, not to mention that he also seriously injured Zhong Kui.