The Cursed Ship

The soul fire of the black skull that rolled to the side was immortal, and the fire in the eye sockets flickered, and the dark spirit could pull the scattered bones together, intending to reorganize the bones.

The cavalry team that had already rushed through the passage began to slow down. Naturally, it was impossible for them to remain indifferent after being attacked. The next moment, they will change from the back row to the front row, chasing and killing that hateful human being.

But how could Zheng Yang miss such a good backstab opportunity?

After striking the last skeleton warhorse with lightning, Zheng Yang chased after him covered in Lei Yan.

"Crack~"

The black skull on the ground was volleyed towards the back of the skeleton cavalry, and Lei Yan penetrated into the skull, destroying the soul fire in the black skull. All its bones disintegrated, and a red light flew towards Zheng Yang.

The skeleton cavalry stopped their advance, and before they could turn around, Zheng Yang had already arrived from behind. The hook, sickle and long knife opened and closed, causing the skulls to roll all over the ground.

Hundreds of war cavalry, the power is all in cavalry and frontal charge. It's a pity that this is a passage, and a ten-meter-wide passage is not enough to allow them to quickly turn around with four riders side by side.

After stopping at this time, failing to turn the gun head at the first time is equivalent to completely losing the defense by force. They are no different from the Chinese cabbage waiting to be harvested in the field.

This was a one-sided massacre. The thunder flames from the hooked sickle and long knife were stained on the skull, and the skull was completely killed while rolling, and the flames in its eye sockets were extinguished one after another.

The red light shot at Zheng Yang one after another, and Zheng Yang almost groaned in relief.

By the time the black skeleton in front turned his horse's head and spear, Zheng Yang had already killed more than thirty black skeleton cavalry and war horses. Don't think that the skeleton warhorse is harmless, it can definitely send Zheng Yang flying dozens of meters away with a single kick.

kill kill kill!

Zheng Yang was already excited, so he continued to rush forward. As long as they don't charge, these black skeleton cavalry are just more opponents of the same level to him.

The next moment, Zheng Yang was taught to be a man again.

The skeleton cavalry who had completed the U-turn raised their spears and poked at the same time, seventy or eighty black lights shot out, densely intertwined into a black light network without dead ends.

Zheng Yang's heart trembled, and he created a protective force field.

The thorn guard force field rotates, removing part of the attack power of those black lights, and at the same time bursts of thunder flames in the collision,

The strength has obviously been weakened by 70%.

Fight!

Zheng Yang continued to shake out the thorn force field, and the power was continuously superimposed, tenaciously resisting the attacks of those black lights.

At the same time, he continued to wield the hook and sickle long sword in both hands. The fighting skills of cross cut and shadow claw were used by him on the hook and sickle.

This is an ultra-high-intensity battle. Zheng Yang is distracted and multi-purpose. He must not only continuously shake out the protective force field, but also maintain the output of several magic seals at the same time, and take into account the combat skills.

His mind is running at full capacity, like a supercomputer overclocking operation. While exerting super high control ability, he also tries to calculate the enemy's attack angle and gap, adjust the rhythm of his various abilities, match and complement each other, and achieve a more labor-saving output.

After all, an individual is like an engine, the maximum output power is limited, and maintaining multiple abilities at the same time will only weaken the power of each ability. With a good grasp of the rhythm, you can focus on strengthening the power of a certain skill at the most appropriate time, while taking care of others.

Under this kind of pressure, Zheng Yang's protective force field became more flexible, and the effect of unloading and rebounding became more and more obvious. The direction and frequency of psionic movement in the shock are perfected, and the power superposition effect has increased by 50%.

His attack skills are also improving. At the beginning, he was able to block the attack with the spear by the black skull, even the lightning bolts were scattered, and he was even forced to retreat to the entrance of the passage step by step by the opponent's neat formation.

Gradually, after Zheng Yang mastered the rhythm, he began to take advantage of the flaws that the black skulls could not exploit in the passage, and used the black skulls and horses to create an angle to avoid the attacks from the back row, and cut off the skulls one by one with the two knives.

Every time a black skeleton is killed, Zheng Yang's pressure will be reduced by one point, and the fighting rhythm will become more and more skillful. And after absorbing those red lights, the power of his bloodline is growing, which is equivalent to increasing the maximum output power of the engine, and the power that can be output is also continuously increasing.

"More than half of the weaving of the third layer of the ring of thorns has been completed, and it will definitely be overflowing when this team of skeleton cavalry is killed!"

Zheng Yang was delighted, this meant that he had reached the limit accumulation on the third floor.

Next, as long as the batch of spirit fish help him replenish the foundation of the first layer, and then fill up the reopened space of the second and third layers, he can advance to the fourth extraordinary level by breaking through the Thorn Burning Seal.

Kill the skeleton soldier... cut the skeleton horse... kill the skeleton soldier... cut the skeleton horse...

Zheng Yang kept doing the same thing over and over again, his fighting skills were almost instinctive, his advances and retreats were measured, his moves were simple and unpretentious, but his efficiency was getting higher and higher.

Shua~

The 20-meter-long hook sickle suddenly shortened, and the hook blade at the end unexpectedly hooked the neck of a black skull in the middle...

"Boom~"

The hooked sickle was blocked by the spear, and a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the top, striking the black skull's head...

"Who said that you can't stab someone without a gun... No, who said you can only throw out lightning with your hands? Isn't the hook and sickle transformed by hands? I use one point of blood power to maintain the transformation and nine points of lightning power Can't you?"

It lasted for forty minutes before and after, Zheng Yang beheaded the last skeleton warhorse, and Lei Yan invaded the horse's head along the neck hole, destroying the soul fire inside.

Until the last soldier and horse, none of the skeleton cavalry escaped.

Zheng Yang glanced at the boat lights tens of meters away, and teleported back to his yard.

It was an exhilarating battle, and he single-handedly killed more than a hundred black skeleton cavalrymen and their horses who were of the same level as him. Although he took advantage of the favorable location, Zheng Yang still felt a great sense of accomplishment.

The harvest was too great. Not only was the third ring of thorns completely weaved, it also forced Zheng Yang's combat awareness and proficiency in various combat skills to be greatly improved. Appropriate rhythm.

This wave has accumulated enough blood power, even more than twice as full, scattered deep in the body.

After the third layer of the ring of thorns is successfully woven, there is still a large amount of surplus energy that turns into dew and mist and adheres to the ring of thorns.

Lei Yan is vigorously tempering this ring of thorns, it can be purified at any time and absorb the mist to grow at any time, and it is always maintained in a perfect state.

Zheng Yang didn't need to go out to fight monsters for the time being until he made up the foundation of the first and second stages and expanded the accumulation space to digest the power of these bloodlines.

Standing in the yard, he carefully recalled the battle just now and further summed up his experience.

It wasn't until the past three hours or so that Zheng Yang replayed the process several times in his mind to find out some better fighting techniques before completing this summary.