Chapter 521 Undead War Soul

Zhao Kuo, dressed in armor, pulled out his bronze sword, and the tip of the sword shook to Zhou Xingxing and said what he thought in his heart. The battle between the two people has no surprise attacks and no mutual insults, but it is just as calm as a lake.

"Didn't the general say that the past is not to blame!"

Looking at the tip of the sword, Zhou Xingxing holding the pig-killing knife, Zhao Kuo answered blankly and indifferently: "The soldiers are not tired of fraud!"

Listening to Zhao Kuo's words, Zhou Xingxing shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had long known that the general's words could not be believed, but he did not expect that this man could make such an excuse so openly.

Zhao Kuo strode forward with his sword and stared at the pig-killing knife in Zhou Xingxing's hand. Zhou Xing took a deep breath and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo split with a sword, and the sword body emitted a faint red light from bottom up to Zhou Xingxing. Zhou Xingxing raised a knife to block Zhao Kuo's sword. The two weapons collid directly with Zhou Xingxing's feet rubbed the ground, and slid back four or five meters in a row before stopping.

Zhou Xingxing's hand holding the knife keeps trembling. After all, Zhao Kuo is already a zombie. Although he looks like an ordinary person at this moment, he is a powerful zombie after all.

"I heard that the general has been good at fencing since he was a child, but I don't know if it's true or not!" Zhou Xing clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and tried to make his trembling hand look unimpacted.

"Everyone knows about this matter. What do you want to try!"

Zhao Kuo looks about 30 years old, with a serious expression on his face, and there is a trend of landslides in every move.

Looking at the hidden golden iron horse on Zhao Kuo's body, Chen Fatty, who was hiding aside, couldn't help swallowing saliva. Zhao Kuo had such power. What would happen if this was the situation after the resurrection of the man slaughter of Bai? What if Qin Shihuang was here!

Fat Chen couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't help worrying about Zhou Xingxing. If Zhou Xingxing was defeated by Zhao Kuo, he would not be able to live.

"Woo-woo..... Dad, where have you been?"

Just as the two were about to face each other again, a child in a school uniform came crying from a distance with tears. The little boy looked like he was in the first and second grade of primary school. The most striking thing was that the little boy still sat on his shoulder like a green, like a puppy.

"Xiao Di!" Zhou Xingxing's face changed again and again as soon as he saw him walking, and the little boy was stunned after hearing Zhou Xingxing's exclamation. Then he raised his head and looked forward and shouted in surprise: "Dad!"

Xiao Di ran over like a gust of wind and opened his arm to Zhou Xingxing from afar as usual.

"Little Di, don't come here!" Zhou Xingxing looked at his son who came and shouted loudly. He slowly stepped back two steps and stood in front of Xiao Di to look at Zhao Kuo.

"Dad, why don't you go back so late? I'm so worried about you!"

Xiao Di hugged Zhou Xingxing and cried. Zhou Xingxing touched Xiaodi's hair in one hand and replied with a smile, "Dad is filming!"

"Fighting!" After all, Xiaodi is a childish. As soon as he heard the word filming, his eyes shined. After looking up at Zhao Kuo in front of him, he was attracted by Zhao Kuo in armor.

"Dad is so awesome!"

Xiaodi saw Zhao Kuo in armor and had no doubt about him. After all, Zhao Kuo was different from the zombies on TV. Zhao Kuo, dressed in armor, looked like ordinary people, and only looked a little scary in Xiaodi's eyes.

"Uncle, what else are you filming!"

Xiaodi let go of his hand and wanted to go to Zhao Kuo, but just before Zhou Xingxing wanted to catch Xiaodi back, there was something that moved faster than him.

With Xiaodi's action, a green light rushed out. This green light was the creature like a pet dog on Xiaodi's shoulder. At this moment, he seemed to become a loyal dog protecting his owner and grinned fiercely at Zhao Kuo. The dark green tongue in his mouth was like a poisonous snake, constantly sweeping the corners of his mouth. And pass.

"Qizi, come back quickly!" Xiaodi waved to Qi Zai repeatedly, but Qi Zai seemed to see a natural enemy. Something like an antenna above his head kept spinning like radar, and he didn't pay attention to Xiao Di's order at all.

Qizi ignored Xiaodi's order. Xiaodi strode angrily and took Qizi up and held him in his arms.

"Dad, you can continue filming. I'll just watch it!"

After catching the naughty seven, Xiao Di sat aside and kept looking for where the shooting equipment was hidden. He didn't see any difference in today's scene.

Zhou Xingxing looked at his son with a bitter smile on his face and nodded to Zhao Kuo, who had been unmoved.

"The cameraman is ready to start the second scene!"

Fatty Chen, who was hiding aside, didn't know what his psychology was. When he saw that the two were about to fight, he rushed out and shouted strangely.

"General, please!"

Zhou Xingxing made a gesture of invitation, and then the two rushed together again without saying a word.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. When they met Zhao Kuo, he swept over with a sword, while Zhou Xingxing suddenly knelt forward and cut them up while avoiding the sword sweep.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo took back the bronze sword, and the sword body slightly pressed down to block Zhou Xingxing's pig-killing knife and flew at the same time, kicking Zhou Xingxing, who was half kneeling on the ground like a shot.

Zhou Xingxing's feet exerted a little force, and his body rushed out like a spring. When he got up, he was already standing two meters away.

"It's not bad. With your martial arts, it's enough to be a doorman under the four princes, but it's a little worse than this general!"

Zhao Kuo gently moved his body, and the tip of the sword in his hand fell down, with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Come on, let me show you the martial arts that will lead the three armies!"

Zhao Kuo clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and rubbed the ground at every step, just like a snake moving forward for a day.

Zhao Kuo went down step by step and looked like a drunken man, but after he really stepped out, Zhou Xingxing found that Zhao Kuo's speed was really not slow, and even in his eyes, he could not see where Zhao Kuo would go next.

As the saying goes, look at the hand with a single knife and look at it with two knives. Whether a person's martial arts skills are strong or not, you can also look at the leopard by looking at his pace.

"Retake the sword!"

Zhao Kuo shouted loudly, and the sword he held in both hands suddenly hit out, turning into a sword light and headed for Zhou Xingxing.

Looking at the dazzling sword, Zhou Xingxing did not look at the hard touch, but quickly retreated, and the pig-killing knife in his hand was protected in front of him.

"Kka!"

Zhao Kuo's powerful sword swept in front of Zhou Xingxing, and a sword hit a street lamp. After being swept by Zhao Kuo's bronze sword, the street lamp broke with the sound of the cut, and Zhou Xingxing also knew that he could not retreat.

Zhao Kuo's swordsmanship is open and close, and there is a feeling that Zhou Xingxing is in the golden horse in each sword. As soon as Zhou Xing retreats and again, the momentum on Zhao Kuo's sword will be a little stronger every step back, just like the division of a hundred battles chasing the defeated deserters, it will definitely be more and more smoothly.

"Kka!"

Zhao Kuo swept out another sword, and Zhao Kuo swept the wall, leaving a clear sword mark on the wall. After Zhou Xingxing saw that Zhao Kuo's power was vented on the wall, this time he was not hiding, but quickly chopped out one and directly cut Zhao Kuo's bronze sword.

"Ding!"

Zhao Kuo raised his sword to block Zhou Xingxing's knife, and now Zhou Xingxing's offensive like a storm has been forced.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

Zhou Xingxing is like an angry lion, fighting against Zhao Kuo, but it is very easy to resist Zhou Xingxing's offensive with the bronze sword in Zhao Kuo's hand, which consumes Zhou Xingxing's physical strength, but instead changes the previous big opening and closing.

"Ding!"

Another sword came. Zhao Kuo was alone with a sword in front of him, and the smile at the corners of his mouth suddenly disappeared.

The bronze sword trembled slightly because of Zhou Xingxing's chopping. Zhao Kuo looked down and saw a bean-sized gap appearing on his sword.

"My sword is my ancestral thing. Although my reputation is not obvious, it has absorbed the evil spirit of thousands of years with me sleeping underground. How can it be cut by your broken knife!"

Zhao Kuo frowned slightly and looked at the sword in his hand.

"A man named Golden Gunner also said so, so he died!" Zhou Xingxing touched his treasure knife and looked at Zhao Kuo in front of him.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Kuo snorted coldly and threw his sword aside. Although he is now a zombie, he still can't bear to part with his ancestral sword. After knowing that his sword will be cut by the pig-killing knife on the opposite side, Zhao Kuo threw his bronze sword aside and turned his head to look around.

Fat Chen's home is located in the old city, where the night is quiet and scary. Zhao Kuo's eyes looked around and stopped at a fence instead of a fence.

This family does not have a wall, and the host family still seems to like the blade. The fence is full of steel guns painted with silver paint. These steel guns are connected to each other to replace the original wall.

"Come again!"

Zhao Kuo strode out, broke the iron rod connected to the steel gun and held a steel gun in his hand. After holding the steel gun in his hand, Zhao Kuo shook a gun flower, and the tip of the gun pointed at Zhou Xingxing.

The two fought together again, and this fight lasted for half an hour before it ended.

After the end, Zhao Kuo stood proudly with a steel gun, surrounded by more than a dozen gun heads cut off by Zhou Xingxing in the battle, and the family who used steel guns instead of the wall was also suffered. All the steel guns were pulled out by Zhao Kuo and used in the fight.

Compared with Zhao Kuo's arrogance, Zhou Xingxing is not easy at this time.

Zhou Xingxing was sweating and gasping for breath. At this time, he held a knife in his left hand, and there was a blood hole on his right shoulder, and blood slipped to the ground drop by drop.

"General, good martial arts!"

Zhou Xingxing looked pale because of too much blood loss. He knew that he was defeated today, because Zhao Kuo was not only good at martial arts, but Zhou Xingxing also found a fact that made him very unwilling.

Zhao Kuo's body is a thousand-year-old zombie. When he is underground, he is full of evil spirits, and his whole body has long been invulnerable. After Zhou Xing occasionally counterattacked several times, it could not work again after splitting Zhao Kuo's armor, and all of them were blocked by Zhao Kuo's body.

"You're fine! But in terms of martial arts, I can't beat you a few points. I can win all because my strength exceeds you too much!"

Zhao Kuo threw aside the steel gun in his hand, then picked up the sword he put aside and turned away.

"General, you won't kill me!"

Zhou Xingxing, who wanted to wait for death, was puzzled and looked at Zhao Kuo's departure.

After listening to Zhou Xingxing's words, Zhao Kuo stopped and sighed after a long time. "It is said that soldiers are not tired of cheating, but soldiers are life and death, and they have always been strange and right. The sly soldiers are doomed not to last long. This is the reason why I didn't understand why I was defeated in Bai Qi's hands after sleeping for thousands of years!"

After saying a sentence, Zhao Kuo no longer missed it, and his figure slowly disappeared in front of everyone.

"General, take care!"

Zhou Xingxing arched his hand to Zhao Kuo's back and watched Zhao Kuo disappear into the night.

..........

"Uncle Ying, good morning!"

In a welfare home, an old man with a wrinkled face slowly passed in front of everyone with a bird cage. Anyone else who saw the old man, regardless of age, nodded respectfully and shouted at Uncle Ying.

The old man looks 70 or 80 years old, with wrinkles under his white hair, but although the old man seems to be buried in the loess, his body is still straight, like a green bamboo standing proudly in the wind.

"Uncle Ying, what to eat!"

The old man walked all the way out of the welfare home with a bird cage and finally sat in front of an early stall.

"Two servings of soy milk and a deep-fried dough stick!"

Uncle Ying's trembling hand drew a two-motion, followed by two bowls of steaming soy milk and a deep-fried dough stick in a small plate.

"Goo-dong, Gudong!"

Uncle Ying took a big sip of soy milk, and a bowl of soy milk was drunk into his stomach. However, after drinking a bowl of soy milk, Uncle Ying did not drink the second bowl, but ate deep-fried dough sticks and took out another bowl of soy milk.

Uncle Ying walked out of the morning shop. The busy young man in the morning shop smiled after looking at Uncle Ying's movements and did not worry about Uncle Ying's running at all.

"Today's soy milk is very fresh, you are blessed!"

Uncle Ying has been talking to himself since he walked outside, as if he was talking to someone. Looking at Uncle Ying's behavior, many people were so scared that they quickly dodged, while Uncle Ying came to a remote corner with soy milk indifferently.

"Wra!"

A bowl full of soy milk was poured directly on the ground by Uncle Ying, and a circle was drawn on the ground with milky white soy milk.

"My body is about to die. You have been with me for so many years. I really don't know what you will do after I leave!"

Uncle Ying was still talking to himself, but with his words, he turned over the tea bowl with soy milk and pinched out a French seal at a dazzling speed.

"Drink it, drink it quickly!"

The seal in his hand passed away, and then Uncle Ying seemed to change back to the nagging old man, and what was stunned was that the soybean milk poured into the geography soon disappeared with bubbles.

Uncle Ying looked at all this quietly in front of him, and there was no surprise on his face. Instead, he showed a little melancholy and couldn't help sighing; "Life and death, life and death!" Lian Po is old!"

Uncle Ying's lonely figure came out of the corner, and the spine seemed to be bent a little.

"Uncle Ying, someone is looking for you!"

Just as Uncle Ying went back to pay the bill early, the clerk in the store suddenly shouted and called the melancholy Uncle Ying back to reality.

Uncle Ying looked up with the shouting of the clerk and saw two people coming. One was a tall young man, and the other was a bad old man with all his hair in a wheelchair.

"Old man, you're not dead!"

Looking at the old man in the wheelchair, Uncle Ying was suddenly stunned, with a smile on his face, while the young man who followed the old man frowned and looked at Uncle Ying with surprise.

"You don't die, and I will live longer than you anyway!"

The old man in the wheelchair looks older. Although his face is red and he looks good, his words are full of jokes.

"Every time you come, I have nothing good. I said why did I hear the crow barking when I went out today! It turned out that you, the old man, came. I haven't seen you for more than half a year. I thought you were dead!"

As Uncle Ying spoke, he motioned the young man to walk away, while the young man motioned the old man to retreat, allowing Uncle Ying to push the wheelchair and go out.

The man looked at Uncle Ying's movements and quickly followed him, but the old man in the wheelchair waved his hand with a smile and said to the young man, "Jiahui, this is my old friend who died. Call me Grandpa Lin!"

"Grandpa Lin!" The young man looked reluctant, but he had to shout in the old man's staring eyes.

After the young man called Grandpa Lin, the old man leaned against the wheelchair and whispered, "This is my youngest grandson Chen Jiahui. This time I came to you for something I want you to see!"

Let me have a look! What's the matter?" Uncle Ying paused and then pushed the old man forward again.

The old man pushed by Uncle Ying's face was a little heavy. After a while, the three of them walked to a secluded place and slowly said, "I still have a big grandson, you know this!"

Uncle Ying nodded and said, "I know, I've been with you several times!"

"Jiluo has been a policeman since he was a child, and he has not changed since he grew up. Now he is the captain of the police force. Yesterday, when he called home, he told me about a strange thing that happened on the construction site. After listening to it, I felt very strange, so I came to ask you!"

The old man told Uncle Ying what he heard late and didn't hide it at all. As the old man complained, Uncle Ying frowned and sometimes looked solemn, and he never said a word.

"Shuangling Army Spurs! How does your grandson's head look like!"

After hearing this, Uncle Ying sighed, and the old man smiled and said humorously, "How do you look like you under the red flag!" Old man, now this world is not when you and I were young. How much can they know under the red flag?"

After saying that, the old man shook his head and couldn't see whether he was happy or sad, while Uncle Ying sighed and was silent for a moment.

"Old man, what do you think of this?"

"I'll go. If this is really the same as I thought, it may be very tricky!" Uncle Ying spoke slowly after a burst of silence, and the old man showed a reassuring look.

The two talked about their youth together, and it was not until the evening that the old man left his contact information and was pushed away by the wheel.

"Grandpa, he is the person you mentioned!"

On the way away, the young man couldn't help asking.

"Yes! Your Grandpa Lin is a strange man. Without him, I wouldn't have won the prize today!"

The old man smiled and answered his grandson's questions.

"Grandpa, how strange!"

The young man who had never heard his grandfather talk about these things couldn't help asking again, while the old man smiled mysteriously and said slowly: "Exorcist police!"