Chapter 80 Flame

Wang Zhongli rushed down with a knife. He picked up a long gun scattered on the ground, raised his shoulder diagonally, and ran forward with a throwing posture. He felt that for so many years, he had never felt the bloodline as he is now, full of power and limbs, and the wind in his ears was roaring. He suddenly retreated, stopped quickly, and his arms suddenly exerted strength. The iron gun shot out like a roaring dragon, penetrating the heads of two zombies, and the huge force flew back with their rotten bodies and nailed to an ancient tree.

He jumped high, crossed the Yanzi army soldiers who were building fortifications, and fought side by side with the warriors holding bronze shields to form a temporary defense line. Wang Zhongli made a domineering knife method. The knife method is not fancy. It is simple to chop and cut, but the foundation is solid. He made a light tooth knife, gathered on the front line of the blade, and raised the knife to break through the air. With his unparalleled force, the edge of the knife was not stuck by the zombie's solid skin, and he abruptly cut off a zombie from his right neck to his left waist. The zombie's body cracked, and the rotten black internal organs flowed out, emitting a strong smell of rotten smell.

Although it can't be killed, its body is so damaged that it can no longer move freely, and it can only open its mouth and roar in vain.

Wang Zhongli kicked the disgusting guy away, picked up a heavy split knife, and waved down one left and one right. His face was cold, and his slightly narrowed eyes were as sharp as an falcon. A zombie's arms were cut from his shoulders, and he frustrated and waved a knife. He accurately cut the zombie's leg, and half of his calf flew out. A zombie was like cutting melons and cutting vegetables under his knife. Even if the zombie without limbs could not be killed, he could not move, and the threat was greatly reduced.

The warriors of the Yanzi army followed suit one after another. If they can't kill these guys, it's good to make them incapacitate. Anyway, they are all dead, and it's impossible to kill them again!

But when it was really their turn, they found how difficult it was to remove the zombie's arm with a knife, just like cutting into the wood soaked in water for a long time. If you cut it in half of it, you can't cut it again. The edge of the knife seems to be bitten to death by the zombie's muscles, and it is difficult to pull out. He

Only then did they know how big the difference in combat power was between themselves and Wang Zhongli.

Zombies have no wisdom, but instinctively follow the smell of living people to catch people, bite people and eat people. When fighting with them, they do not require meticulous command, just like practicing knives and cutting piles. With basic skills, they can best consider the personal combat effectiveness of warriors. After eating a lot of wisdom, the samurai no longer dared to wave the knife at will. He vainly asked to cut off these guys' bodies with the sharp sword made by Fanyang's soldiers. The force of wielding the knife became heavier and heavier, and finally he could barely cut off the bones of the zombies, making it unable to move forward.

"It works, it works, just fight like this, hold on!" A centurion roared excitedly, and the force of waving the knife was a little stronger.

After being encroaching on the living space by these immortal guys for several days, he has long been frustrated. Now he sees hope, just like a drowning man finally grabs a life-saving straw and wants to hold it in the palm of his hand.

The warriors fighting with the zombies on the front line finally dragged down their advance, and the soldiers who built the fortifications behind also made great progress. With a long sigh of relief, the street was finally saved and not swallowed up by these terrible guys.

But when will such a day come to an end? Just trapped in this dead city, there is no food, no clean water, and no hope.

The warriors did not realize that they were monotonically swinging knives at this time, as if they could only do this action, which was no different from those zombies who could only eat people with their mouths open and raised their claws.

The living of the walking dead, living without hope, living is not as good as living as death.

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Ye Xingchen heard the loud noise when the zombies knocked down the fortifications, and the excited whine in their throats when they heard the fresh human flesh. The rotten smell came to their nose, and they couldn't help feeling sad - how many more people are going to die!

He came to the battlefield to seek the opportunity to ascend to the sky. He didn't have much feeling about the so-called Mengyang's invasion of Fanyang and Fanyang's counterattack against Mengyang. Fighting is going to kill people. Since childhood, he grew up with his father, who was the general of Mengyang Town. He was stained with the smell of the army and did not care much about these life and death matters. Especially in the years of the grassland, I personally participated in the battle between the two major tribes of the barbarians, saw the tragic scene when the proud barbarian cavalry charged and collided with each other, saw the cruelness that had been circulating in the wilderness for thousands of years, the heads of thousands of warriors were cut off, tied together with their hair into a string of horses, and were dragged back by horses, and saw that Tears in the eyes of those who lost their husband's father and son...

This is the war, and he is going to climb to the peak position of this empire on the bones of these people. With the care of the city owner's grandfather, the guidance of Brother Yuanhong, and the protection given to him by Wang Zhongli, he will climb up, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, breaking free from the shackles and earning a world for himself.

Is it cold? Selfish? But what else can he do besides these?

Night Star stood alone on the street. Behind him was a fire warrior who was fighting against zombies. In front of him was a warrior who was rushing across himself to the front line. He stood alone, like a reef against the current. No one paid attention to him. Everyone bypassed him and rushed forward like avoiding the unknown plague god.

The sense of loss that was abandoned by the whole world flooded him.

He is a noble magician and a god who walks in the world chanting spells.

He is also a sword-practicing warrior, a warrior who rides on horseback and kills selflessly.

He is the god who coldly watched the stars of the world fall and sink like iron and stone.

He is also a mortal who uses his hands to protect his beloved things.

So now, what is he?

Ye Guoye's family was destroyed, his father was killed, his mother was imprisoned, his brother became a puppet, his best friend turned against his eyes, died tragically, exiled in a foreign country, and parted with Ning Zheng, who was a princess... How much did he lose along the way?

There is a feeling of loss, which is probably how he feels now.

I suddenly felt so tired, as if lying on the ground and sleeping deeply. No one woke him up.

In his sleep, maybe he can reunite with his parents and brother, stand in the palace of the city that doesn't sleep, and overlook the whole city. Maybe he can sit on the banks of Suril and Yumeng again and watch the soft water surface sparkling. Maybe he can run hand in hand with Ningzheng on the brightly lit streets of Shangji City...

As long as you close your eyes and don't look at the cruel scenes in front of him, don't think about the grand dream that makes him feel out of reach, and don't think that his sworn enemy is observing him like watching whether the calf is strong or not.

As long as you close your eyes and imagine the gentleness of the past in your mind, people are actually living by memories. When you feel dissatisfied with the status quo, people will regret why they made the wrong decision at the beginning. They all think that if they had changed a little at the beginning, they would not have died now. Situation.

Where is the magician who controls everything now? He is just a tired mortal.

He lost everything and wanted to take back everything, but he didn't just start.

Then just close your eyes like this, ignore the outside world, repeat the gentleness of the past in your mind, and you can be comforted in your heart.

"Young master - young master - the little one has brought all your divine knives!" Xiao Wu's voice seemed to come from the far side of the world.

Xingchen heard the sound of steel falling on the slate street, which was his god knife. When he was in Shangji City, he tried his best to learn the knife and wanted to fight the world like the founding emperor of Fanyang. Wasn't there a famous god wearing a knife in that time?

But how harsh the sound of this cold steel landing is, destroying all the gentle pictures he imagined in his mind. He shook his head angrily and desperately threw Xiaowu's voice and the sound of the god's knife landing out of his mind.

"Young master opened his eyes and looked in front of him!" Xiao Wu's voice was anxious.

It's so annoying. He thought angrily.

"Young master, do you want to die here? Pick up the knife!"

Die here? There is nothing wrong.

"If you die, the little one will be very sad, Miss Ning Zheng will be very sad, the people who hope in you will be sad, and those who don't like you will laugh at you! Young master, did you hear that?

sad? Will anyone be sad about his death? He is just a lonely person.

"Miss Ning Zheng is waiting for you in the imperial capital. You are willing to die here. Open your eyes and have a look. There is nothing to be afraid of!" Xiao Wu almost roared with a hoarse voice.

Xingchen suddenly remembered that Ning was sitting in a carriage and leaving Shangji City under the escort of the imperial army. He chased her with the ring he wanted to give her. At that time, the armor-holding imperial army stopped him, the ghost department waited for him to stop him, the second prince stopped him, and the old eunuch Guo Amon stopped him. He was fearless. His body was penetrated through by a large chain and dragged back. He did not hesitate to break his nails, rubbing his skin and grinding out the white bones, just to climb forward, just to see Ning Zheng.

The courage at that time really shocked him.

Ning is waiting for him in the imperial capital, his mother is waiting for him in the Piaoming City of the imperial capital of Mengyang, and the sixth sons are waiting for him to give them the freedom they want. Shura is waiting to see how far he grows up, the city owner's grandfather is waiting for the day when he sits in the world, and Yuanhong is waiting for him to defeat Shura...

So many people are waiting for him.

It turns out that living has never been a person's business. It's really selfish to feel that I close my eyes and cover my ears alone, don't listen or see, and don't want to face it.

He suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, bent down to pick up the divine knife, straightened his waist and opened his eyes. What he saw was a gorgeous picture to the extreme--

Countless arrows flew over his head, and the arrowhead part was a burning flame, with a sharp roar, as if pouring a sea of fire into the zombies. The front end of the warm and gorgeous flame arrow was wrapped in a cloth poured with fire oil, and the flame was extremely strong. The arrow shot by the Aoyu long-shooting warrior with a powerful machine can penetrate the general armor in 300 steps, and naturally shoot through these living dead people who have begun to decay.

Half of the sky is like a flame dragon flying by, roaring in the sky.

The burning arrows had an effect. These gloomy and terrible ghosts were afraid of fire. The burning arrows pierced their bodies like candles, beating and the twinkling flames. The red-eyed warriors felt warm and pleasant, but these ghosts were like being roasted by the purgatory fire, as if they had suffered the harshest punishment.

"Regress, retreat! The dead thing is retreating!" The samurai shouted excitedly.

As soon as his words fell, Ao Yu, who marched forward in a strict line, fired a second wave of flame arrows.

The zombies were scattered, and on the third day of fighting with the zombies, the warriors finally pushed these terrible guys back for the first time.

morale is high.

The night stars were full of blood boiling, and the warm flame seemed to melt even his thinness.

He clenched the divine knife and strode towards Wang Zhongli. The Confucian in majestic armor clearly felt that the young man's eyes were no longer dodging and glowed with scorching light.

"General, take me to see General Yan of the Imperial Palace. I know how to win this battle and who is controlling these living dead!"

Wang Zhong's heart was shocked, as if he had heard the unprecedented sound of nature, and he was as indifferent as he was excited - this young man did not let him down after all.

"Good!" He reached out and patted Ye Xingchen on the shoulder with an expression of approval.

Lord, did you see it? This child finally took the first step of hegemony. You really didn't go blind!