Chapter 65 Goodbye to the public loss

Jack. Louis fell to the ground, which did not mean that the danger had passed. meng qi. The zombies summoned by Roger stood a few arms away from the swords. Iso. Alice's release of the sacred light also smashed the ground into a pit. There is a mass of breath in the air that makes many people feel uncomfortable. Jack lay on the ground in the pavilion. Louis. The hidden weapon of Dugu picking flowers was indeed smeared with poison.

The sword clan looked at the zombies a few arms away, and the sword clan obviously felt a strong sense of danger, but it did not say why. The long saber in Jian Xiao's hand was protected on his chest, and he walked to the aisle with small steps. Butterfly Dance and Xiao Yu are also retreating.

It's Aesop. Alice raised the magic wand in her hand: "All the mage of the Temple of Light, pay attention, all use offensive magicians, we are bound to disappear the infidels in this place, meng qi. Roger."

"Holy Lady, please speak?" Monkey Roger really dares not neglect the saint in front of him.

"command your summons and rush up." Iso. Alice pinched the end of her nose. Iso. After saying that, Alice stopped looking at the zombie that made her feel sick. Unexpectedly, montge. Roger waved the black magic wand in his hand and said, "My servant, please keep the contract between me and you, sell your soul, and remove the obstacles that need to be cleared for me. The Lord of darkness will give you life, and the glory of darkness will be with you."

After listening to this saying, the swordsman's scalp was numb, but fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise the swordsman was really not sure that he would faint on the spot. Facing meng qi. Roger's words, Jian Xiao vomited coldly, "It's disgusting." Dugu picked flowers in a way: "My Lord of darkness, please abide by the agreement between me and you, betray your soul, let the art of light come to your head, and hold a beautiful funeral for you."

Many Chinese martial artists laughed and leaped with this only vitality in a serious fighting atmosphere. Xiao Yu whipped: "Don't show off anymore. There is a situation."

"What?" Dugu Caihua touched his head and looked forward.

"My servant, please keep the contract between me and you, sell your soul, and clear the obstacles that need to be cleared for me. The Lord of darkness will give you life, and the glory of darkness will be with you." meng qi. The dark magic wand in Roger's hand once again floated to the sky, and a little coquettish floated in the air.

After montge Roger's words, the zombies in front of the two camps of light and darkness still did not move at all. See meng qi. Roger's soul control spell has been read twice, but it is still ineffective. At this time, the Chinese warriors have basically retreated to the downhill aisle. Iso. Alice's beautiful face is as gloomy as it is: "Monch. Roger, if you dark temple doesn't want to contribute, say it earlier. Our Temple of Light is not rare."

Monch. Roger was so busy at this time that he saw Aesop. Alice had already lectured and had to say her guess, and her words were full of loneliness: "If you can speak, I can't control this zombie. It seems to be stronger than me."

Monch. Roger said this, Aesop. Alice and the Yi magician behind him and the Chinese warrior opposite were about to hit the ground. Iso. Alice's fresh blue eyes looked at the zombies, and her dark body didn't seem to look good?

The swordsman listened to the mund. Roger's words naturally looked at him. His dark body was filled with countless white maggots. Under the squirming of maggots, drops after drop of black ** fell from the zombie. The scenery in front of him could definitely make many people say that overnight meals fell down.

"It's fucking disgusting, Yi things." Dugu picked flowers and coughed while vomiting.

The sword flute is not much better, and the bitter gourd's face pulled old: "Let's retreat. The Yi clan can't even control what they summoned. What's the use of summoning it?"

Dugu Caihua wiped the hidden soup leftovers at the corners of his mouth. Of course, it was basically meat tun crumbs: "Strange? Why can't the Yi people even control what they summon?

Hearing the words of Dugu picking flowers, a light flashed in Jian Xiao's mind: "Unless,,,,,,,,." Jian Xiao couldn't remember anything for a moment. Inspired by Dugu picking flowers, the sword clan did come up with the answer: "This means that this zombie does not belong to that munchi in the first place. Roger. It's just meng qi. Roger forcibly used the summoning technique to summon and wake up.

"It doesn't belong to the dark summoner in the first place, which means that this zombie is..." The butterfly dance didn't go on, because if it went on, the butterfly dance would feel incredible.

"Zen sect." Butterfly Dance is not afraid of the strength of Zen Buddhism, but Jian Xiao is not afraid: "In this world, only Zen Buddhism is bald, and zombies are different from skeletons. Skeletons only have bones, but zombies will retain some of their characteristics. And the zombie in front of us really has no hair.

Many warriors cut off the top of the zombie's head. As expected, as Jian Xiao said, the zombie's head is bare, and the worms do not seem to have reached that place. The sharp-eyed people have faintly seen several rings. Everyone was surprised.

Please really sink in the heart of the sword clan, because the sword clan can already confirm who the zombie in front of him is? Buried in the room of the loser, he did not become a skeleton, and his body was just rotten meat. Obviously, the zombie in front of him did not die for a long time. After his death in the Zen sect, he could still not be controlled by the nine-level summoning magician of the wingless realm because of his strength, which means that only two people in the Zen sect can do it, and one is scattered cultivation. One is a public loss.

Sanxiu Shangren is still alive, and he has just gone down from the tunnel. Obviously, the remaining one is only a public defeat. Of course, there are still questions about this, which can't be solved by himself. After all, an hour ago, he just killed the public loss superior, but a corpse will become a zombie, which can't be done in half a month. Then the doubt is ready to come out, and there are two public defeats in the world.

One is the public defeat that has become a zombie in front of him, and the other is the public defeat that was killed by himself this morning. Which one is true and which is false. I really can't make a conclusion.

Of course, I can't rule out an exception, that is, the zombie in front of me is neither a scattered master nor a public loser, but 90% of the swords may rule out this possibility. According to the family's records, the ancestor-level master of Zen sect has been dead ten years ago. In the past ten years, he has been a free man and a public loser. Supporting the facade.

With a breath, the swordsman's mind has changed N times. There are thousands of thoughts, and these thoughts can't be told to anyone. If you let anyone know that you have killed the public defeat of Zen, whether it is true or false, you can die. These ascetic practitioners of Zen Buddhism have to do one thing, that is, no matter how powerful the Mo Villa is, I'm afraid it can't stop it.

While the sword clan waited for a group of Chinese warriors to watch the trick, the Yi clan had panicked. The summoned zombies just blocked the way of many Yi magicians and warriors, only Aesop. Alice and several warriors in front of her stood in front.

However, several Chinese martial artists are good at the ninth level of Shuntianjing, Aesop. Alice must have studied the competition of this martial arts conference before going out, otherwise the Yi saint would not have taken the strength of Jian Xiao and leaned herself close to the wall and make a ready to retreat at any time.

Faced with the current situation, meng qi. Roger really didn't know where to put the magic wand in his hand for a moment. The current situation is obviously beyond meng qi. Outside Roger's control. Now that the zombie has become a typical neutral monster, just in the middle of the road, and no one dares to rush up boldly. Monty Roger himself did not dare to die without the containment of the contract.

Look at the timidity of the Yi people over there. The saber in Jian Xiao's hand drooped: "Let's go down the mountain." After saying that, Jian Xiao turned around and walked down the mountain. Several younger descendants of the sword clan and Menghua Xianping stood there. Look at me, I look at you.

"Are you ready to wait for the Yi people to solve the zombie before fighting to the death with the Yi people?" Jian Xiao walked to the door and said to the swordsmen.

"Let's go." After saying that, the swordsman walked into the tunnel with their hands behind their back, and Meng Hua Xianping and Dugu picked flowers, and they also turned around and walked to the tunnel.

"Despicable infidels, I didn't expect you to escape from the battle. I will punish you on behalf of the God of Light. After saying that, Alice drew a sacred seal in the air with the magic wand in her hand: "Great God of Light,,,,,,,,,

"Lord Aesop, be careful." The voice of a warrior came from outside the Light Shield. Aesop Alice turned her head and looked at the zombies, and a black palm suddenly rushed to the latter. The corpse came to the sky, Aesop. Alice couldn't stand this and hurriedly stepped back: "All the warriors block me."

The sword in the hand of the butterfly dance was cut from the corner of the wall, and a huge stone wall was cut down, blocking the entrance of the tunnel. It blocked the sight and way of the Yi people. The tunnel was still so dark, and the swordsman was already familiar with it. The swordsman quickly walked to the exit of the tunnel. The swordsman stood there and stared ahead.

Many martial arts people in the vegetable garden of Zen Buddhism have set up pots and cooked all kinds of vegetarian dishes. I guess everyone is a little hungry. The swordsman stayed at the exit of the tunnel, and the internal force emanated from the soles of his feet and penetrated directly through the wall. After all, the public lost was still there. After all, it was not long before the time, and the breath of a nine-layer warrior in the realm of Shuntian was not so easy to dissipate.

Since the swordsman explored the situation, they immediately pulled Wanrong's sleeve and came over in an instant: "Brother of the swordsman, you finally came down safely." The swordsmen were also relieved to see the safe Wanrong. The swordsman was relieved, and his eyes fainted.

"Big." Dugu Caihua was the first to find out when everyone was still stunned. He couldn't find out the pulse of the sword clan.