Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Ninety-nine unrecognizable corpses held forbidden flags in their hands and rushed towards Jiang Shan and Yun Zimo. Jiang Shan and Yun Zimo, who were trapped in the center of the formation, were not afraid at all. Each held a bloody Shura Stage in their hands.

, swung with a whirring sound and vibrations in the air. Once shot, the corpse turned into powder, and another one used Slow Time to slow down the speed of the corpse's attack.

"Is this a scumbag like Modo?" Many corpses have been killed by Jiangshan's Shura guns, and in Jiangshan's eyes, these corpses are like ants at the bottom.

Will seal the body to pieces.

Yun Zimo, who was casting a spell on the side, also echoed: "Hey, Modo, this coward, is probably too weak to face us, so he only uses these small tricks."

"However, although these things are weak, they seem to be quite annoying. Speed ​​up and finish it as soon as possible." Jiang Shan said, then he flashed, and a touch of red appeared on the tip of the bloody Shura gun in his hand, as if he was going to wipe out thousands of troops.

Like a horse, with just one wave, several corpses turned into a pile of white powder in the blink of an eye.

However, as soon as the first layer of corpses goes down, the second layer of corpses will continue to be added, as if they will never be finished. Jiang Shan looked at these countless corpses in front of him, resented his whole life, and swept the entire army with one move, the Bloody Shura Spear.

Swing it away, but this shot, although it hit the corpse firmly, had no effect on the corpse. These seemingly weak corpses withstood the shot. It was not like the one just now

The corpses on the first floor were destroyed in one shot.

"Hey, something seems wrong? Why can't I be killed?" Jiang Shan didn't expect that he used 70% of his strength in this shot. Even if a person in the early stage of domination took this shot, it would not be very uncomfortable, not to mention the blood.

The Shura Spear is a magical weapon made from deep-sea ice iron. How can a corpse on the second floor look like a normal person when it carries this spear?

Yun Zimo also noticed something was wrong and said: "Jiangshan, it's not good. These corpses seem to have become stronger. According to this rule, one layer will be stronger than the next. This large formation is really terrifying. If we want

It will take a lot of effort to break out."

"Whatever, even if he has thousands of troops, I, Jiangshan, have to break out of this ghost formation today!" As soon as Jiangshan said these words, spiritual power surged in his body, slowly transporting the blood into his hands.

In the Shura Spear, the blood red on the tip became more and more conspicuous. It was no longer bright red, but bright red. The body of the gun was also surrounded by a light red color, which was really shocking. Yun Zimo on the side couldn't help but secretly sigh, unexpectedly

Jiangshan's strength has reached this level.

"Go to hell!" Jiang Shan shouted violently, and the bloody Shura gun in his hand came out like a golden dragon. With a faint pressure, he hit a corpse in front of him with one shot and turned it into a pile of white powder in an instant.

Jiang Shan saw the effect, and he felt happy at the moment. His gestures suddenly changed, his head lowered, his waist bent, the blood-colored Shura gun had drawn a circle, and all the stabbed corpses were reduced to powder.

On the other hand, Modo, who was half lying on the white jade king's chair, watched all this silently, took a slight sip of tea, and looked leisurely and contented. He didn't seem to worry that Jiang Shan and Yun Zimo would be able to break the formation, and even more so.

It was impossible to walk in front of him. Seeing Jiang Shan smash these corpses into pieces, Modo just snorted, full of disdain, and said to Jiang Shan and Mo disdain who were still fighting: "You will feel better later!"

After the second layer of corpses faded away, the third layer was immediately added, leaving no room for Jiang Shan and Yun Zimo to rest. The two of them still resisted the attacks of these corpses, but it was becoming more and more difficult, and they were obviously at a disadvantage. Jiang Shan could no longer

He wasn't as energetic as before, probably because the move he used to hit the second layer of corpses consumed too much energy.

"Time stands still!" Yun Zimo shouted violently, and the little spiritual power in his body surged out. A golden bolt fell from the sky and landed on nine corpses. These nine corpses were covered by these golden bolts.

Imprisoned by practice, unable to take any further steps forward, Yun Zimo continued to output spiritual power to support the effects of the spell.

"What should I do? I don't have much spiritual energy left in my body. I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer!" Each layer of corpses became stronger and stronger, and each time the two of them killed, it became increasingly laborious. Yun Zimo's cultivation level was slightly lower than Jiang Shan's.

I was sweating profusely now.

Jiang Shan's situation was not too optimistic either. He was panting while holding the gun, and it was obvious that he had exhausted all his energy. "The only thing we can do is try our best!" Jiang Shan said, the blood-colored Shura gun in his hand was already dancing, and he could see that he was pointing the tip of the gun.

Downward, layers of golden aftermath rippled out with the bloody Shura Spear as the center. Wherever it went, corpses were knocked away. This move was really powerful, shattering four layers of corpses!

Yun Zimo took advantage of the victory to pursue, murmuring words, and golden light emitted from his hands. That formation was exactly the time method that Yun Zimo was good at. Spiritual power gathered in his hands like a spring, turning into golden bolts, and gradually condensed into a ball of light waves.

, "Go!" The golden light wave flew forward, exploding the two layers of corpses with their souls scattered. However, it had no effect on the eighth layer of corpses.

"Yeah!" Another shot passed by, but those white corpses seemed to come to life, stretching out their withered hands and tightly grasping Jiangshan's bloody Shura gun.

"Damn it!" Jiang Shan's blood-colored Shura gun was caught. It was like an eagle without wings, no matter how powerful it was, it was useless. Jiang Shan quickly secretly secretly found his luck. His left hand had condensed a red bolt, and he threw it towards the white corpse.

, seeing the corpse, he had to free his hands to resist. In this way, he let go of Jiang Shan's bloody Shura spear. Jiang Shan took advantage of the situation to gather his strength and stabbed forward, and the corpse instantly turned into nothingness.

"What level is it now?" Big beads of sweat fell from Jiang Shan's forehead, and his complexion became as pale as snow.

Yun Zimo responded: "It seems to be the ninth level. The strength of the corpses on this ninth level seems to be almost the same as that in the early stage of domination."

"That's true." Jiang Shan nodded, waved the bloody Shura gun in his hand, and stepped out, "Let's fight quickly, my physical strength is almost exhausted."

While he was talking, Jiang Shan had already arrived in front of a corpse, and stabbed its throat with the spear head. This attack was so menacing that even if the other party was a strong person in the later stage of domination, it would not be easy to resist it. But the white corpse would not hide if he did not hide.

He dodged and let Jiangshan's blood-colored Shura spear stab his throat, but nothing happened. Jiangshan was also startled at the moment and quickly stabbed with more force.