092 A Song of Xuanbing vs Zombie Zhao Yushu

Zhao Yushu went all the way west, thinking it was safe, but before he could get a mile, he heard a whisper: "You are really good. So many people can't beat you, you're really a very powerful zombie."

"Who, come out for me." Zhao Yushu only heard the voice constantly coming into his ears, but no one was seen. He was shocked. Did he see a ghost? It was in broad daylight.

"It's not easy to resist the attacks of Qiang Ruwu and Xiang. You are also considered a corpse." With a teasing, he laughed so happily. He went out to play behind Zhao Yushu. The latter couldn't help but be stunned: "Have you just come out of the stove?" Zhao Yushu saw that although Kong Wu was powerful, his face was so dark.

The person who appeared behind Zhao Yushu was Chi Xin. The whispering shout in front was ancient poetry and painting. When the seven people fought against Zhao Yushu, the two of them wanted to take action. However, ancient poetry and painting were as delicate as silk. Although Jin Long and his two masters could use their unique skills to fight against their own Chiyou Sanyin Claws, and the four friends' flying swords helped them, unless the other party was really strong, they could only seek death. Thinking of this ancient poetry and painting, they were not so anxious, so they could watch the battle.

After a few moves, he saw that Zhao Yushu not only had the power to resist, so he did not dare to fight back. He thought that he was not the opponent, and there were Wu Lai and Han Xing next to him. Although Wu Lai was injured by Zhao Yushu, ancient poetry and paintings knew Wu Lai's personality, and even if he died, he would have to take a cushion. The battle with Chiyou Kingdom is the best example. Wu Lai's final life should not be injured with invisible true energy, otherwise Xuanyuan Kingdom would not be as easy as it would be.

After watching the battle, Ancient Poetry and Painting turned around and headed west to prevent the zombie from running away. If he was allowed to run away, it would be a misfortune for all mankind. But how could Ancient Poetry and Painting get Zhao Yushu run west, not east, south, or north? This is thanks to Lei Si. When the prince went to Chiyou Kingdom to marry, Lei Si knew a lot about zombies, and they talked a lot about zombies along the way.

Most of the zombies are sealed in the bone-transforming forest. This bone-transforming forest contains the nine-day thunder tribulation. If you want to enter the zombie territory, you must pass the bone-transforming forest. The incomers basically have no chance of survival.

At the same time, there is an inexplicable sense between zombies and zombies. Since Zhao Yushu has become a corpse, he will definitely run towards the bone-transforming forest. If Zhao Yushu doesn't come, it will make it clear that he is not a zombie and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhao Yushu has really come here now, how can ancient poetry and painting let him go? Let him enter the bone-making forest. Although it was mentioned earlier that entering the bone-making forest was basically dead and lifeless, there was also a key point, if the other party was not killed by the nine heavenly thunder tribulation, then Zhao Yushu that came out from now on would not be able to deal with. Even if it was a god, it might take a lot of effort to subdue him. Moreover, I have never heard of the ancient poetry and painting here, and the strongest ones are Xuanbingshan, Xiaoyao School, and the prehistoric sword school.

"I'm so angry!" Chi Xin also knew that he was so dark. If he hadn't been the crown prince, he wouldn't have even been married to a wife. Zhao Yushu actually said it very directly, how could he have had a good time?

Chi Xin cursed, his hands were not slow, and he moved his body and stepped forward and punched Zhao Yushu's head. When the latter saw him attacking, he had no expression on his face and did not dodge. He just slightly turned his head away and avoided it, and punched it with one punch. "Bang" "Ah!" "You dare to act in front of me, seeking death." Zhao Yushu broke Chi Xin's moves like a light and indifferent writing, and punched the opponent's chest with one punch. Chi Xin was hit far away and fell to the ground and couldn't get up, but his butt hurt a little. Zhao Yushu saw that he was not his opponent, so he looked at Chi Xin on the ground with both eyes.

"Papa" Suddenly, there was a clatter of applause. Zhao Yushu turned his head to look at the ancient poem painting. Seeing that his body was weak and seemed weak, he couldn't help but be as strong as a wind. His white jade hands kept hitting each other. But he was curious! Could this woman be stronger than the nigger and was not afraid of me? Thinking of this, Zhao Yushu looked at herself naturally, remembering that her pants were gone. If she were ordinary women, she would be extremely shy. But this woman seemed to have not seen it, she would definitely be very human, so she didn't care. "Miss is really a great girl! She really likes to see a man naked."

"Are you going to break yourself up or do this girl?" Gu Shihua ignored Zhao Yushu, but said his thoughts very directly.

"If you want to die, don't blame me." Zhao Yushu was already deadly, and with gritting his teeth, he was like a god of killing. He wanted to attack, but ancient poems and paintings were much faster than him. He saw ancient poems and paintings disappear in place and suddenly appeared behind him. Zhao Yushu's heart was so terrible. Why did this woman suffer so much? She didn't rush to think about it, and punched her backhand.

He Wugong, who I don’t know how to use in ancient poetry and painting, was as fast as a meteor, three points faster than Wu Lai Qingxiang’s body technique. He flashed behind Zhao Yushu’s original intention to raise his claws and directly hit Zhao Yushu’s forehead. Suddenly, he saw a punch and hurriedly grabbed him with one claw.

It felt a little hard: "Oh!" The ancient poem painting relied on its own with Chiyou's three-yin divine claws, so how could he take Zhao Yushu seriously? As soon as he grabbed his hand, he wanted to crush it, but he didn't expect that the other party's hand was extremely hard. He even shattered the nails on the five fingers of the ancient poem painting. The ancient poem painting made a sound of pain and thrust, and his eyes looked at his right hand with blood flowing.

With just one move of ancient poetry and painting, I can't help Zhao Yushu, my heart is on the core. This guy's body is too hard, and even Chiyou's Sanyin Divine Claws can't be broken. "Haha! Let's see who will save you." Gu Shihua was puzzled in his heart why Chiyou's Sanyin Divine Claws could not help with zombies. Are the zombies he killed before fake? Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard Zhao Yushu looking at himself with a dead look on his face, and the meaning in the words seemed to be in the hand.

"Don't be happy too early." Another soft shout was not from the ancient poems and paintings, because now the ancient poems were all looking at the front with their mouths open. I saw a woman in white holding a white flute and coming to her side at a very fast speed. Before the person could arrive, the sound came first. Then there was a flute sound. The flute sound flowed through the clouds and water, as fast as it was slow.

"So cold." Chi Xin, who was lying on the ground suddenly, said a sentence from the heart, and didn't care about that much, and hurriedly used his skills to resist the cold air. The ancient poetry and painting style came from a clear person, and the rocks fell to the ground in his heart, and he sat cross-legged like Chi Xin, and the true energy in his body kept moving.

"It's that rogue woman again. I'll kill you." Zhao Yushu was angry when he saw that the visitor was Han Xing. Why are all good women from Wu? Ruolan is like this, Han Xing is like this, even the unknown ones he just killed grow up with fish and geese.

"You hurt my husband, I haven't settled the score with you yet, you will come to your door automatically." Seeing that he was attacking him, his figure was no longer as fast as before. He knew that the other party was injured, so he hurriedly sent the jade flute to the baby's lips. A song of Xuanbing was remembered. Zhao Yushu felt the cold air hitting his body, and the cool breeze beside him. I am a zombie! How could this happen? Zhao Yushu was puzzled, why was he no longer the opponent of this person? Although he was a big core in his heart, his hands were not slow. He repeatedly rushed to catch the shadow of Hanxing. Hanxing just dodged every time, and every time he avoided the sound of the flute, he became more anxious.

The ancient poems and paintings that used their skills to resist the Cold Star and Chi Xin, and bursts of white smoke emerged from their heads. Their bodies were extremely cold, so they had to keep moving and turning their internal forces to resist the cold attack. As for the fight between Cold Star and Zhao Yushu, they really couldn't take care of it because the few of them were not of the same level at all.

"Ah!" It seemed that Zhao Yushu could not withstand the Hanxing song. He roared suddenly and gave up attacking Hanxing and changed to attacking him.

"Hmph! Look at you running there!" Han Xing saw that he was running towards the west regardless of everything, and hurriedly followed.

How bad is Zhao Yushu? After all, he is a zombie body. His speed is not enough. What's more, Zhao Yushu just wants to escape at this moment, and he doesn't feel at all in love with the battle. He is not as good as the wind when running.
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