In an instant, the red flying sword that was about to fly near the skinny middle-aged man was blazing with flames, and suddenly turned into a flaming sword that was about ten feet long and slashed at the approaching corpse.

With just one strike of the sword, the refining corpse was knocked upside down and flew out, and a ferocious, rolled and burned sword mark appeared on the blue-black dragon scales on the chest.

Immediately afterwards, the blue-red fireball commanded by Zhou Chun also fell from the air, hitting the black smoke cloud where the thin middle-aged man was hiding.

Rumble!

The violent roar of the explosion resounded through the sky, and most of the black smoke cloud used by the thin middle-aged man to protect himself suddenly dissipated in the explosion.

Then, before he could use any other means, the crimson fire pillar spewed by the Vulcan Jackal struck the black smoke cloud again.

These successive bombings immediately destroyed the protection put up by the thin middle-aged man, allowing his true appearance to reappear in Zhou Chun's sight.

With an ugly look on his face, he hurriedly waved the black flag in his hand and placed a black cloud barrier around him. Then he glared at the middle-aged man with a long beard and shouted: "Your Excellency, you are so brave! Do you know the consequences of offending our Corpse Demon Cult?

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Unexpectedly, after the long-bearded middle-aged man heard what he said, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed loudly and said: "Hahahaha, I killed the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect!"

Although he was laughing, there was no joy in his laughter, but only deep-seated hatred.

Obviously, this middle-aged man with a long beard has some kind of blood feud with the Corpse Demon Cult.

Zhou Chun guessed that he was probably one of the sects in Feng Country that was wiped out by the Corpse Demon Cult, or a survivor of a certain family.

So he quickly shouted to the Vulcan Jackal: "Vulcan Jackal, cooperate with this senior to kill this beast with all your strength!"

Hearing his words, the Vulcan Jackal couldn't help but look back at him. A hint of defiance flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't like him ordering him.

This made Zhou Chun frown, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

Thinking of the sudden increase in Vulcan Jackal's strength just now, he vaguely guessed something in his mind.

Fortunately, the Vulcan Jackal seemed to have only warned him and chose to carry out his order. He immediately used all his strength to launch a fierce attack on the thin middle-aged man.

The long-bearded middle-aged man used his sword to attack the refining corpse fiercely, preventing it from supporting the thin middle-aged man.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Without the help of the corpse refiner, the thin middle schooler faced the fierce attack of the Vulcan Jackal alone, and soon he was unable to survive alone, and was at an absolute disadvantage.

Like many Zhou family monks, the greatest strength of the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect is those who refine corpses. Their own combat effectiveness is often inferior to those of the same level of monks who focus on themselves.

Now, relying on his own strength alone to deal with a third-level mid-level monster, the Vulcan Jackal, the skinny middle-aged man is no match for him.

Not long after, the skinny middle-aged man almost had his heart ripped out by the Vulcan Jackal's claw.

This frightened him so much that he no longer had any intention of fighting, and hurriedly conveyed the order to the zombie to stop the Vulcan Jackal with all his strength, then quickly turned around and left the zombie behind, turning into a black escaping light and fleeing.

Although a third-level refined corpse is very precious, it is nothing compared to one's own life.

"Want to escape? Have you asked me if I have the sword in my hand?"

The long-bearded middle-aged man's face darkened, and he immediately used his magic power to force out a mouthful of blood and spray it on the red flying sword. Then he made a seal with both hands and used all his strength to use the flying sword to chase the fleeing skinny middle-aged man.

go.

With the blessing of the monk's essence and blood, the red flying sword was really as fast as lightning, catching up with the black escaping light in just a few breaths of time.

Immediately, a scream was heard, and a black figure immediately fell towards the ground.

But the long-bearded middle-aged man did not relax at all. He immediately used the sword technique again and again, and the red flying sword in mid-air flew down towards the fallen figure again.

It wasn't until he watched the figure being chopped into two pieces by the flying sword that he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

Let’s talk about something. I’m leaving my hometown in a few days to go to a warm place to type. I’m expected to be busy looking for a house for a few days. I’m afraid I won’t have time to type. So I’ll update it in the next three or four days. It’s better to save two chapters.
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