Chapter 39 Qiu Sheng Enters the Stage
Chapter 39 Qiu Sheng Enters the Stage
After seeing the golden sword in Uncle Jiu's hand, Song Feng spat out another mouthful of blood and then put down the little paper man in his hand.
The next moment, Wencai, who had just been showing his mighty power, collapsed in an instant.
"Ah...it hurts me so much..."
The curled-up look seemed to have injured his muscles because he was too focused on fighting the zombies just now.
However, no one cared about Wencai's curled-up appearance at the moment. After all, as long as he was not dead, there was still hope.
The most important thing now is to fight zombies.
All we saw was that after Wencai left the stage, Uncle Jiu rushed over holding a huge sword shining with golden light.
"Swipe!"
Uncle Jiu's ability to draw three sword flowers at once was really easy:
"Just now I was just not prepared. Do you really think I can't handle you?"
One sword, three flowers, each sword carved into the zombie's body, piercing him and causing sparks to fly and crackle:
"……roar!!"
This time the sword is really terrifying.
It was much more powerful than the peach wood sword just now, and it actually hurt his flesh and bones. For a moment, Ren Weiyong was a little hesitant.
While taking a few steps back, he actually looked at the sword in Uncle Jiu's hand with some fear:
"Roar!!"
Seeing his master display his might, Qiu Sheng, who had just recovered from his shock, cheered loudly for Uncle Jiu:
"Master, come on, kill him!"
As he spoke, Qiu Sheng whirred and waved beside Song Feng, making it look as if he was holding a large sword.
This stinky zombie is dead!
The treasures blessed by the master have enormous power. Mere zombies are no match for the master.
Hearing Qiu Sheng's cheers, Uncle Jiu subconsciously raised his head slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he seemed to have infinite motivation:
"Today I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven!"
When he said this, Uncle Jiu turned over and flew into the air, and then he came in front of the zombie. When the sword in his hand touched the zombie, it was like flesh and blood touching a branding iron:
"Crack!"
"Zizzizi..."
“…Roar, roar, roar!”
For a moment, the zombie that had just displayed its mighty power became like a casually thrown doll in Uncle Jiu's hands, allowing the golden sword to leave one black mark after another on it.
"...You can still bear it?"
I didn't expect that even after I used a series of moves, the zombie was still screaming and not being stabbed to death. Uncle Jiu pinched the sword in his hand:
"Ziwu Sword Aura, command!"
As he formed the sword gesture and used the spell to bless it, this time, the glittering golden sword seemed to be coated with a layer of cool silver light:
"brush!"
The combination of gold and silver is extremely gorgeous, but in the eyes of zombies, this sword is a real death warrant.
"……roar!!"
After seeing this scene, Ren Weiyong, who had already gained wisdom, subconsciously took a few steps back and wanted to escape.
It's normal to run away when you can't win.
As an intelligent zombie, he also knows some military tactics.
Looking at the two attacking and defending aliens in the field, a faint light flashed in Song Feng's slightly narrowed eyes:
"It really has great potential..."
Thinking of this, he tapped the cane in his hand gently as if he was stretching his muscles:
"Boom boom boom!"
At the same time, the broken copper hammer inside the tattered bell that was still firmly hanging on Ren Weiyong's neck trembled slightly:
"Om..."
Although no sound was heard.
However, there was an inexplicable power being bestowed upon Ren Weiyong. For a moment, Ren Weiyong seemed to have changed:
"...Roar!!" After a roar, Ren Weiyong rushed forward without any fear of the sword in Uncle Jiu's hand. The green claws were chilling to look at.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu was a little surprised:
“…How brave!”
Instead of running away, the zombie even dared to charge towards him. What a courage!
"die!"
This time, he put all his strength into pressing the acupuncture point on Ren Weiyong's chest:
"boom!!"
There was a sudden explosion.
Immediately afterwards, a black hole was seen on the zombie's chest, and the zombie was blown into the corner of the wall.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
However, just when everyone thought it was almost over, they saw the zombie actually stood up again.
With both hands raised, he rushed towards Uncle Jiu:
“Uh…oh!!”
There was a foul smell from his mouth, and he even looked a little fearless!
Seeing the zombie rushing over, Uncle Jiu once again felt a little weird:
"Hasn't he developed intelligence? How could he still be as fearless as an ordinary zombie?"
However, there was no time to worry about this at the moment, because the zombies were rushing up again.
One man and one zombie started fighting quickly.
Although the sword in Uncle Jiu's hand was extremely terrifying and could blast the zombies to pieces with wounds every time, the zombies would always charge forward fearlessly.
It's like he really doesn't want to live anymore!
However, after repelling the zombies once again, Uncle Jiu's expression changed slightly as he looked at the zombies rushing towards him:
"He seems to have developed resistance to the sword!"
This won't work. He doesn't have a body as strong as steel. If the stalemate continues, something might really happen.
When he thought of this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Qiu Sheng cheering him on from outside, jumping for joy.
Uncle Jiu's eyes rolled and he immediately came up with a plan:
"Qiu Sheng, do you want to come and play?"
After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng, who had just watched Uncle Jiu grunting and beating up zombies with all his might, also became interested:
"I miss it so much, Master, please lend it to me to play with..."
When he said this, he did a front flip and jumped down from the chair where he was watching the show. He actually ran to Uncle Jiu and wanted to take over the big sword.
Seeing Qiu Sheng coming over, Uncle Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and then he put the sword in Qiu Sheng's hand, and then patted him on the shoulder:
“…Have fun!”
Seeing Qiu Sheng, this fool, being fooled by Uncle Jiu again, Song Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"This child's IQ is worrying!"
When he said this, he shook his head helplessly and tapped the cane in his hand gently:
"Dong dong dong..."
It looks like he is very helpless.
at the same time.
Qiu Sheng, who had just inherited his master's big sword, was really having fun. The sword in his hand was like a branding iron against zombies, and it really hurt wherever he poked it.
"...Hey, hey, are you running again?"
Having just been beaten badly, Qiu Sheng suddenly became naughty as he found an opportunity to deal with this big moving toy.
"Crack!"
"Zizzizi..."
Sometimes he would hit him with a sword in front, sometimes he would stab him from behind, he was having a lot of fun.
However, he did not notice that as he had more and more fun playing, the light on the sword in his hand slowly dimmed.
(End of this chapter)