Reborn Zombie Supreme

Looking at Gu Jinfu's triumphant appearance, Yue Buqun lowered his head and said, "Don't dare!"

His eyes darted around in his sockets.

"I'm sorry you don't dare, just hand over the Sunflower Book." Gu Jinfu leisurely took the teacup handed to him and took a sip.

Surrounded by Jin Yiwei who drew their swords at each other, behind them were nervous Huashan Sect disciples.

"Disciples of the Huashan Sect, obey orders!"

"yes!"

"We have to fight with these Jinyi guards to prevent them from getting Brother Lin's relics. Even if our Huashan faction is reduced to only one soldier left, we will never compromise like the Dongchang dog!"

"As you command!"

Lu Da slapped He Cheng on the chest with his palm, and pushed him away from the battlefield with soft force. "Little junior sister, protect my junior brother!"

Yue Lingshan glanced at He Cheng unhappily. Seeing that he didn't understand martial arts, he staggered to the ground and said reluctantly: "I know!"

"Huashan Sword Formation!"

Everyone lined up and wielded their swords, but it was difficult to win against the large number of imperial guards.

The battle between the two sides was about to break out. The light of the sword collided with the light of the sword, killing everyone in the dark sky and black earth.

The power of Huashan Qi Zong is indeed impressive. With only a small number of manpower, he was able to withstand the siege. From time to time, he could even draw his sword and perform a backhand move.

For a moment, the Huashan disciples and the Jin Yiwei were in a stalemate.

He Cheng, who fell aside, and Yue Lingshan, who came to protect him, were in a lot of danger. They were slashed with knives. With Yue Lingshan's martial arts, let alone blocking, her bones were already strong enough to avoid being chopped into pieces by the knives. .

"Little junior sister, be careful, come to the sword formation quickly!" A sword flew out of the sword formation, and with its swift power, it forced back the imperial guards.

Yue Lingshan got up in a hurry and ran straight to the sword formation without paying any attention to He Cheng.

"This girl is also very interesting." He Cheng smiled slightly and watched as he was hit by a knife and fell to the ground pretending to be dead.

"Pingzhi!"

Yue Buqun, who had been watching the show, roared fiercely, his eyes turned red, purple zhenqi burst out from his body, like a strong wind passing by, the waterwheel in the dyeing workshop actually "creaked" as it was pushed by the zhenqi!

"What a strong internal force!" Gujinfu narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the eagle's claws with both hands, and was ready to take action at any time.

Just when everyone thought that Yue Buqun would definitely take action and risk his life to avenge his beloved disciple, Yue Buqun actually jumped, crashed through the roof and flew out!

"Master, you ran away?" Lu Da was stunned.

"No way?"

Having been masters for decades, watching them grow up, and not a single disciple of the Huashan Sect was dissatisfied with their master being called the Gentleman's Sword.

He values ​​trust and righteousness, is elegant and easy-going, and everyone in the world of martial arts would raise their thumbs up and say "a true gentleman." He is a true gentleman. Even when he is not 100% trapped, he actually escapes without a trace of hesitation!

"Kill these people, and I'll chase Yue Buqun!" Gujinfu chased after him using Qinggong.

"yes!"

Although the internal strength of these Jinyi guards is not as good as that of the Huashan disciples, they have been killing all year round, and the evil energy accumulated in their bodies is far beyond what the greenhouse flowers under Yue Buqun's protection can resist.

The scale of battle has lifted the disciples of the Huashan Sect high and held them above them.

With one hit, the sword formation broke apart.

Then the second one and the third one were hit.

The number of Huashan disciples dropped sharply.

"The sea laughs, the tide surges on both sides of the bank, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember the present day~"

There was singing coming from above, and hearty laughter broke through the roof.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, wine spilled on her lapels.

The long sword is raised diagonally, freely and horizontally.

"It's "Swordsman", senior brother, senior brother!" Yue Lingshan, who fell to the ground after being hit by a sword, was overjoyed.

"Senior Brother, help!" the seriously injured disciples of the Huashan Sect said immediately.

"Hmph!" Linghu Chong saw that the Jin Yiwei had killed all of them, and several of his fellow apprentices had already been killed by the sword. He sneered coldly and swung his sword out. He slashed three of them with his sword and chopped it into pieces on the wooden beam.

Put your toes on the ground to pull out onions on dry land.

Linghu Chong turned over and grabbed his sword. The tip of the sword jumped up and down, as gracefully as a butterfly piercing a flower. When he landed next to the disciples of the Huashan Sect, seven of the Jin Yiwei had been killed in an instant!

"Senior Brother, what move did you use just now? It doesn't seem to be Huashan Swordsmanship."

"Ignore this for now." Linghu Chong helped Yue Lingshan and then the others and said, "I met the master just now. He was fighting an old eunuch from Dongchang. Although he asked me to help, I care about my brothers and sisters and decided to save him first. you."

"Senior Brother!" Everyone was moved, and Lu Dayou said: "Senior Brother, you don't know that the original Lin Pingzhi is actually a fake. He Cheng is Lin Pingzhi, but he was also poisoned."

Linghu Chong glanced at He Cheng's "corpse" in the distance and sighed, "I'm so confused. I just killed the last descendant of senior Lin Zhennan. Where's the secret book?"

"Master took it"

"It's okay if the master takes it away." Linghu Chong nodded, "Let's leave first and then go rescue the master."

"Yes, senior brother!" Linghu Chong is now their backbone.

The long sword drew a semicircle and was held flat.

Linghu Chong said: "Everyone in Dongchang, why don't you let us go? Even if you try your best, you will still die."

The two Jinyi guards in front looked at each other and said, "Kill!" before they pounced on Linghu Chong.

"Sword Swinging Style!"

Linghu Chong was also unambiguous. The sword rose fiercely and fell gracefully.

The two guards in Jinyi stepped back ten steps in a row. When the guards in Jinyi behind him supported him, he stopped. The embroidered spring knife in his hand made a clanging sound, and the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock.

"Are you coming again?" Linghu Chong flicked the sword flower casually, put away the sword, and said with a calm smile: "I just don't want to kill, it doesn't mean I can't kill."

The Jin Yiwei finally chose to compromise.

The Huashan disciples supported each other, opened the door and walked out under the eager eyes of the Jin Yiwei.

squeak~

The door opens.

The pure moonlight shines down.

I don't know when the place outside the dyeing workshop was full of people, with heads moving, as many as one or two thousand people!

Everyone has their heads lowered, and their clothes range from wealthy businessmen to official servants, coolies, prostitutes, and everything else.

"Everyone came to Lin's house in the middle of the night. What's wrong?"

Linghu Chong asked, but everyone lowered their heads. The night was dark and the moonlight could not illuminate their faces.

"The person you are looking for should be at home. Everyone, please move out of the way. We are just passing by." Linghu Chong smiled sarcastically and put his hands on the shoulders of the two men in front who bowed their heads.

Start with your shoulders as hard as iron.

There was no heartbeat. Listen carefully, there were two thousand people gathered together, but there was no sound of breathing. The rustling of leaves in the distance was clearly audible.

"Gudong~"

Someone gulped.

"Return to the dyehouse!"

Linghu Chong shouted, grabbed his two junior brothers, and immediately returned to the dyeing workshop. The others also immediately rushed back to the dyeing workshop.

However, the two seriously injured Huashan disciples turned around, exposing their injured backs.

The undetectable smell of blood floats far away.

The two thousand people in front of the dyeing workshop raised their heads at the same time.

Their faces were ashen and pale, their cheeks were as thin as withered and ragged, and the most eye-catching thing was that they all had strangely long fangs in their mouths.

This group of people did not speak, and roared like wild beasts in their throats. The area around the quiet dyehouse suddenly became lively.

The last two Huashan disciples couldn't escape in time, and were instantly grabbed by hands stretching out from the Ruwangchuan River behind them, and were captured into the sea of ​​weirdos.

"I'm here to save you!"

Linghu Chong jumped up and used the Dugu Nine Swords. The blade pierced into the person's chest. It was a little stiff, but it quickly passed through a person's chest.

When he pulled it out again, there was black blood on the sword.

"Dead man? Is it witchcraft?" The person who was stabbed did not react and continued to pounce on the two Huashan disciples.

"ah--!"

Screams rang through the sky, and blood mist, severed hands, and severed feet filled the sky.

Two thousand dead bodies were all excited.

Linghu Chong hurriedly returned to the dyeing workshop, and someone immediately rushed over and blocked the door with tables and chairs.

The two groups, Huashan Faction and Jinyiwei, who were at war with each other a moment ago, now face the same dilemma.

outside the window,

The figures walking around are unkillable and there are so many of them.

"Now how to do?"