Chapter 83 Tang Baiyu

The narrow shadow soul electric knife in Yun Zheng's palm was faster than his arm, and the lightning knife pierced the neck of the dead. Yun Zheng would not stop the knife. He staggered his footsteps sideways, and the knife cut down from the dead man's neck until his chest was separated by armor before pulling out.

Blood also gushed out of the body of the dead, stirred into a blood fog and dyed his silver armor red.

Yun Zheng, who played with a knife, refused to let go of this hard-won opportunity. He concentrated on Lei's powerful right elbow and hit the dead's chest fiercely. The muffled sound of the dead spirit, the armor of the dead spirit's chest sank, and his whole chest was sunken. The violent stamina of Lei Zhanquan also exploded in his chest, and the bloody spirit hit back, and his back fell heavily on the roof of the golden roof, smashing a large piece of gold tile. Yun Zheng couldn't stop his feet that had lost his center of gravity and fell from the main hall.

The body of the dead spirit twisted into a strange shape. His head drooped in front of his collapsed chest, and there was only a layer of skin on his neck. The red blood and some brown and yellow strange things gushed out, which looked very disgusting. He stroked the wound of his neck with his hand and looked unbelievable. He slowly slid down the roof until it got stuck at the eaves, but he stubbornly supported it with one leg to avoid falling down.

Yunzheng, who fell in front of the main hall, was like a blood gourd. His left arm was softly pulled aside and lost consciousness, and his body also had many fractures. The thunder and evil power he had accumulated for months was also been exhausted, and he was no longer able to stand up.

The leopard, which had been attacked by the soul of the dead and condensed blood arrow, was still lying on one side, and his stomach could not see the ups and downs of breathing, and he did not know whether to live or die.

A trace of spiritual power that Yun Zheng can still condense is used to maintain contact with the Thunderbird, and the vision is set at the upper right of the strange-shaped undead, monitoring him. Although this is useless at the time, it is better than doing nothing.

Xuanlian Zhanji, the soul of war hidden in front of the mirror of the divine spirit, just broke the bloody arrows of the dead with all her strength, and also exhausted her combat power. Xuanlian Zhanji's soul of war has no more combat power to help Yun Zheng.

At present, she can only maintain a faint shadow without collapsing. If she wants to attack again, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

The small medicine tonic blood elixir and coagulation elixir are exhausted, and it is not good to take it.

If there is no miracle, the dead will die again and not be able to make a comeback, and Yun Zheng himself will also die of blood.

This battle is not over yet, and there is only this idea in Yun Zheng's mind. He groped to take out the bottle of Yaowang Valley's "three-color Huiyuan liquid" and poured it with difficulty, facing the sky, waiting for the ruling of fate.

Will the magic medicine that once restored the blazing fire to its original state in a short time work this time? Will it surprise Yun Zheng and Xuanlian Zhanji?

Yun Zheng thought that the dead spirit is on the verge of collapse now. Just now, Xuanlian Zhanji was hit and almost cut in half by her own knife. He is a monster known as the undead corpse demon. His chest was smashed by his own thunder and force. I'm afraid he will die again.

In the vision of the thunderbird, the necromanceros lying on countless pieces of gold tiles are extremely ugly, and the wound from the neck to the chest is cooing with blood bubbles, as if the body is boiling blood. The ** flowing on the body surface mixed with red and brown yellow absorbs the blood in the air and constantly nourishes the wounds on the body. His forehead flashed, the martial soul wheel was still running, and there was a strange sound in his mouth. He was recovering tenaciously, and the battle was not over.

The necromancer is now engaged in another battle, that is, who recovers faster. Yunzheng has the magic medicine "three-color Huiyuan liquid" of the medicine Wanggu, and the dead have blood all over the sky, depending on which one is more powerful.

Yun Zheng now puts all his hopes on the "three-color Huiyuan liquid". If the dead spirit recovers in advance and shoots himself an arrow before the medicine works, then everything will stop. If you hold on to the effect of the medicine and take the knife first, the victory will naturally be on your side.

Three-color Huiyuan liquid, the largest non-secret medicine in mainland refining, has temporarily returned to the best state for those who can use drugs. The magicalness of this medicine has been demonstrated. At that time, Yun Zheng was nearby, and the strange effect of the medicine was shocking.

Yun Zheng remembers that the last time the monk of Tianwu Temple replied was a cup of tea kung fu. He hoped that he could be faster than him. As for his five years of cultivation, no matter, if his life is not guaranteed, what should he do?

The ** that flowed into his abdomen burned like a high degree of liquor in an instant, and his limbs and bones became hot. Black, red, white, three-color fog emitted from the forehead, chest and lower abdomen, circled around, and soon enveloped his whole body.

I don't know what raw material this potion is made of. Yun Zheng felt that there seemed to be a river rushing into his body, constantly washing the broken bones and blood, repairing and recovering. The crackling bones kept coming into his ears, and Yun Zheng obviously felt that his left arm was growing and recovering. The sense of fullness of blood concentration made him feel happy.

Xuanlian Zhanji obviously also felt this strange change. She looked and listened quietly, but her heart was also shocked by the effectiveness of this strange medicine, "medicine? Unexpectedly, such a miraculous medicine can be refined. The intelligence of human beings is really many times stronger than the era of God of War!"

Time is flowing in a minute, Yunzheng is recovering rapidly, the bones of the left shoulder blade and the left arm are recondensing in the light sound of the click, the qi and blood flow, new muscles are gradually born on the bones, and the cracked tissue is also repaired little by little.

Only five minutes have passed, but Yunzheng and the war soul Xuanlian Zhanji have a sense of anxiety. Victory or defeat is on the line of life and death, which can't stop making people anxious and worry.

The dead spirit was almost cut in half by Yunzheng. His bloody eyes stared at Yunzheng lying on his back. The blood bubbles in his big wound were gurgling, one by one, and one by one broke. He watched the wound condense into a scar, leaving only a dark red blood channel.

The speed of regeneration and recovery of the undead corpse is really abnormal. He held the golden tile under his body with his hands and actually sat up and twisted his deformed body. He wrinkled his nose and laughed, revealing his snow-white and sharp fangs: "Weak human, I didn't expect your will to fight to be so strong, in my mysterious evil Under the thunder rocket thunder attack, a young warrior with a period of cultivation has lasted for so long, which is really admirable. But...now, it's over."

He raised his left arm, and the beautiful long bow appeared in his hand. A flashing black arrow was put on the bow, pulling the bow like a full moon, and the arrow was on the string and aimed at the clouds.

The undead corpse is still recovering first, and the effect of the three-color return liquid has not been fully exerted. At this time, although Yunzheng's skeletal muscles have recovered half, the condensation of thunder and evil force has not been completed, and he can't move at all. If the dead spirit shoots this arrow, he can't escape.

"Don't regret..." Yun Zheng said that he would try to delay the time. As long as the effects of the tricolor Huiyuan liquid all take effect, the next situation will be controlled by himself.

"What do I regret? Don't you delay the kind of potion you drink when I don't know what it is? Even if you recover completely, can you be my thunderbolt?" The dead roared and stood up. He pointed his arrow at Yun Zheng and narrowed one eye. A monster like him, which combines undead demons and undead spirits, does not have a low IQ and is very accurate in judging the situation.

"I bet that you can't move forward now, and there are few Xuanshara rockets left in your bag. Although you can fight vigorously, you dare not attack quickly. Because you can't continue, once you fail, there will be no chance to turn the tables. And you don't know my card." Yun Zheng smiled and said a few false and real words to test.

Looking at the corpse standing trembling on the eaves, if he dares to take a step, he may fall to pieces on the ground.

The dead spirit was stunned, and the hand holding the bow obviously hesitated. Obviously, Yun Zheng's words were effective. In fact, the corpse demons after the war have reached the end of mountains and rivers. If they can't play with one blow, they will lose to the end.

Although he is not far away from Yun Zheng, he dares not take this step, and he dares not take action easily with the arrow on the bow. If a shooter who plays a long-range attack loses the ability to jump vertically, what's the difference between him and cutting off his hands if he can't distance himself from the enemy?

"Shimo, do you remember the name you once used?" Yun Zheng suddenly asked that the mutual necromancer always had a name.

"...name? I have a name..." A trace of confusion flashed in the dead's eyes and muttered. Yun Zheng's words seemed to remind him of something. He is a corpse soaked in blood, coupled with the overlap of powerful dead souls, so his memory has not been completely wiped out. As soon as he encounters a certain opportunity, he may partially wake up.

"You are a dignified martial artist. Of course, you will have a name. Why did you forget?" Yun Zheng is still intending to delay the action time of the dead, and he can earn one point.

"...I'm obviously a corpse, but how can I be a warrior? No, no, I'm a warrior. I'm here for a sect mission... I..." The dead spirit tilted his head and fell into memories. The consumption after the fierce battle weakened, which reduced the magic of his dead spirit, and his undiminished subconscious woke up again.

He wrinkled his nose, and a spiritual light suddenly flashed in his red pupils. He shook his head and said to himself, "...Who am I? I kind of remember... I was born in Tang's family... I'm Tang Baiyu, and my task is to find the secret box of Tang's family... Where is the box? Where have you been?"

Bai Yu stretched out his hand and turned around, almost throwing his bows and arrows on the ground. He seemed to have regained his intelligence.

It seems that this guy named Tang Baiyu will no longer be an enemy of himself if his intelligence recovers, right? Yun Zheng thought. At this time, he felt that his left arm had recovered 70% or 80%, and a sense of power returned to his left shoulder, and the thunder and evil power in the gas field was also recovering.