After passing through the book, the original book is slag [Quick Transmigration]

How many people are there in a small town? There is almost no end in sight. The fallen people have piled up into a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The originally lively and peaceful streets have turned into a mess, a hell on earth.

Ling Yuxuan seemed to have seen Zhao Hu, he hadn't changed his clothes yet, maybe he hadn't arrived home yet, but as his whip swept over, his body was smashed into pieces, and the blood-stained silver rolled far away.

He just glanced at it, and there was no time for any other thoughts, so he could only continue to fight. They were already corpses, irrational, and weapons were constantly thrown at them, trying to weaken their physical strength.

It has to be said that the people behind them are really insidious. Without spiritual power, the crowd tactics may really consume them to death.Ling Yuxuan didn't have a lot of actual combat experience, so she waved the whip with the familiar instincts in her memory, but her right arm had gradually started to become numb.

Suddenly, a red light flashed, and a machete flew out from the crowd. The blade gleamed coldly, and stabbed straight at his life gate. The speed was so fast that it almost reached his eyes in the blink of an eye.

He gritted his teeth and swung the black whip vigorously. The blade was blown away by the whip, and Ling Yuxuan's hand was numb. The knife just now was not an ordinary kitchen knife. .

She has no tools in her hands, only the sharpest teeth.

Ling Yuxuan didn't move at all, her dark pupils gleamed with a deep light, she just lifted her foot and kicked the person away. At this moment, her breathing was unsteady, her strength was exhausted, and a dangerous breath came from her back, before he could wait for him look back.

His arm was being held by someone with terrifying strength. In the next second, he felt the world spin. With an uncontrollable humming sound behind him, Ling Yuxuan felt a moment of silence in his heart, and then there was the crisp sound of the knife falling to the ground.

The elegant and familiar Lianxiang looked extraordinarily indifferent amidst the stench, with a warm body stuck behind her, she let go of his arm in an instant, and Rong Yuan reminded him with an emotionless voice: "That's Ghost Blade , it won’t return to its sheath if it doesn’t see blood, cheer up and don’t get hurt.”

After finishing speaking, he left his hand and continued to hunt down the carrion corpses tirelessly.

Ling Yuxuan's dangerous heart palpitations just now hadn't dissipated, and she raised her hand to shake off the rotten corpse next to her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rong Yuan's majestic back, and the blood hole on her right shoulder was still bleeding out, already stained. His white clothes were red, his face was expressionless, like a monster without emotion, and only killing was in his eyes.

The bullet screen was also full of noise. Although the parts of the video that were too bloody had been very humanized and mosaiced, their danger and tension could still be seen.

[My mother, what is this, a zombie? ]

[It feels more disgusting than a zombie, even the mosaic can't stop his bloody look, vomit! ]

[Tsk, the system will protect the safety of the host, will it, will it? ]

[Don't call it an idiot system, just look at our big brother, fuck it, the way you came here just now is so handsome, fuck it! ]

[But Eldest Brother is the main combat force, I don’t think it’s worthwhile if he gets injured, the host is already dead, and he’s completely supported by magic tools. ]

[Does the upstairs want the host to die?The knife was clearly aimed at the host's heart just now...]

[Stop arguing, let's knock on CP seriously, big brother, the gods descended to earth to save brother Xuanzi, isn't it hard to knock? ]

[The people upstairs are ruthless, this situation can also be knocked out, I am an old knocker. ]

……

Ling Yuxuan couldn't spare any extra energy at all. She felt as if her physical strength had reached its limit. Her throat and lungs were already burning with pain, and she was drained of strength. Now her movements were all mechanical whipping. Fortunately, the whip was a magic weapon. Weapons, powerful and capable of self-protection.

Almost all the pressure was placed on Rong Yuan, he no longer knew when he moved closer to him, and took the initiative to share the pressure on his side.

but……

Ling Yuxuan saw his pale face and his increasingly red shoulders, but his movements did not stop at all, his moves were clean and neat, and his momentum did not fade.

For the first time, he felt the gap between the two so clearly, like a ravine in a rift. Ling Yuxuan was unwilling to admit defeat. He squeezed the whip tightly, bit his tongue hard, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth. The pain temporarily woke him up. He took back the words he just wanted to ask for help from the system.

In the realm of self-cultivation, there will be more dangers in the future. Although the system has never said that it will leave, Ling Yuxuan has a hunch that he will not stay for too long. He must become stronger by himself, so as not to be mercenary, so as not to be held back.

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Yuxuan could no longer hold the whip firmly. The rotting corpse found an opportunity to bite the whip, and he pulled it, almost being pulled into the crowd of corpses.

"Let go." A stern shout pulled him back from the brink of a nervous breakdown, subconsciously let go, and was grabbed back by his left hand, and then pushed back a long way.

Ling Yuxuan looked at the red color in his hand, the blood stained his palm, like a flower blooming in the palm of his hand.

When he grabbed his wrist just now, Rong Yuan's hand was trembling. He didn't know when, he had changed his left hand to hold the sword, and his right hand was simply hanging down. His movements were not as sharp as before, but they were getting more and more fierce.

"You go to Mei Zili first." His expression was a bit ferocious, and he was not good-looking at all. He even looked fierce, and he was panting heavily.

Ling Yuxuan looked at the back standing in front of him, her whole body was in a state of distress, her hair was messy and even smeared with carrion, her lips had faded to pale white, her hands were trembling, and her shoulders had been scratched, bloody and bloody.

Rong Yuan, who was already at the end of his strength, did not take half a step back.

"System, is there anything that can save us?" His eyes were red, and he felt a little hot. Without listening to Rong Yuan's words, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move at all.

He clearly knew that if he left now, Rong Yuan might really die here.

"Sorry for the host, the system does not have the ability to forcibly change the plot." The system said very apologetically, "But the system can guarantee that as long as the host runs in the direction of Mei Zili at this moment, the danger can be saved. formation."

"What about Rong Yuan?" Ling Yuxuan looked at Rong Yuan, and all the carrion corpses that attacked him just now rushed towards him, almost submerging him. He was gradually exhausted, but the carrion corpses were still screaming tirelessly. Frequent attacks and bites.

"The system cannot guarantee his safety," the system said.

"Then lend me another sword." Ling Yuxuan moved her numb wrist, and a look of madness appeared in her eyes.

"Warning the host, if you insist on staying, you will bear the consequences. If the host dies, the system will unbind directly." The system voice was devoid of emotion, even indifferent, as if it did not agree.

"Sword." Ling Yuxuan said calmly, but said a word firmly.

Rong Yuan chopped off the head of the carrion corpse biting the sword edge on the left, and the bloody mouth on the right was close at hand, so he could only lift his numb right arm to block it.

But the expected result didn't happen, the sword pierced directly from his mouth, separating the carrion corpse, the person he thought had run away, came back, Rong Yuan couldn't deny it, his heart became alive a little bit.

He was the one who let him run. If he left, he wouldn't feel any problem. He saved Ling Yuxuan's life and lived up to his master's entrustment. He is worthy of his master.but……

But the person who should have left suddenly appeared in front of him, like a withered flower, watered by the spring rain, and the dead tree can also bloom in spring.

"Don't be too moved. As my father's son, he will never run away. He would rather die standing up than live on his knees!" Ling Yuxuan cracked his lips into a smile, with the momentum of breaking the boat.

Rong Yuan chuckled uncontrollably: "If you die here, Master will blame me for being useless."

"Shut up! Do I need your protection?" Ling Yuxuan snorted softly, and Fei Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.

The swordsmanship moves engraved in his bones and the silent sweat helped Ling Yuxuan. He held the sword and was familiar with the moves. The sword was more flexible than the whip.

Every time the whip is swung, it is an indiscriminate attack on the group, which requires more strength, but swordsmanship can make good use of every trace of strength, but this time the two are in a siege posture, almost back to back, and the cooperation is more tacit.

Every time Rong Yuan was almost bitten by Ling Yuxuan, he was able to free up his hands and solve his problem, making himself even more dangerous.

Seeing this, Ling Yuxuan pursed her lips tightly. For the first time, she felt aggrieved. The express delivery to kill the carrion was getting faster and faster, and she was almost in a state of killing madness.

His mind was full of how to make their heads fall to the ground, how to... make himself stronger, and use more strength.

Until being picked up by the waist and leaving the ground, the whole person's head was in a swollen state, and the body's meridians were full of vitality, and the exhausted body was automatically repaired bit by bit.

The array is broken.

Rong Yuan's hand was like a piece of hard iron, firmly embedded in his waist, and lifted him off the ground. The rotting corpse below, like Ling Yuxuan watching a zombie movie in his previous life, roared, struggled and stretched out his hand to grab him. live them.

Ling Yuxuan was almost locked in his arms. Looking up, he saw his slender neck, and his long and curled eyelashes were close at hand. Under the sunlight that pierced through the darkness, the lotus fragrance with the smell of blood was like the blood in a pool of blood. The blooming snow lotus is coquettish and holy.

He seemed to be in a trance, not out of the predicament just now, and was staring at Rong Yuan in a daze.

As if aware of his gaze, Rong Yuan tilted his head slightly, showing him a gentle smile, his face blocked the sunlight shining on his face, and his whole body was shining in the air.

"It's okay, Ling Yuxuan."

Ling Yuxuan didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, he just felt that such Rong Yuan wanted him to cry, but the little awkwardness in his heart didn't allow it.

He threw away the sword in his hand, raised his already weak hand, and gently wrapped his arms around his waist, his eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his sleepy emotions, and placed his face on his shoulder superior.The two people, covered in blood, hugged each other.

"I'm so tired, big brother."