Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 262 The Dodder Flower in the Last Days (6)

The feeling of hanging in the air was not very good. Her mind was empty and she could only crawl forward mechanically.

Yu Ling blocked an open space in front of the rope, and the black zombies came one after another, and they were all killed by the knife. The cutting movements were violent but had an indescribable charm.

His expression suddenly changed, and he half turned around. The blade of the blade collided with the sharp nails, as if they were scratching metal, making a tooth-piercing sound, and there were hidden sparks.

It looked particularly strong, and its movements were not as slow as ordinary zombies. Its dark and turbid eyes were bloodshot, as if it was about to pounce at any time.He looked unconscious, but he still knew how to grab the rope to restrain him.

The Tang knife only made a small cut on it. The reaction force of the tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and the blade broke into a small piece.

Yu Ling looked across and saw Fu Siyu grabbing Ruan Ruan and lowering the rope. Fireballs appeared out of thin air and burned through the heads of ordinary zombies in the front row. At the same time, Tang Dao cut the rope, "Zhou An, take them away first!"

"team leader!"

After all, he didn't want to waste the opportunity that Yu Ling desperately left for them. He glanced at Ruan Ruan bitterly, gritted his teeth and almost had blood in his mouth, "Let's go!"

The moment their figures disappeared, the location of the zombie group was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. The tongues of fire licked their bodies, turning them into ashes almost instantly.

The temperature rose sharply, leaving dark scorch marks on the ground, and only the clear crystal cores fell to the ground.

The blade was covered with a layer of flames, and it was inserted into the head of a high-level zombie from the brow. The wrist was turned and twisted with flesh and blood. The green and black body fell to the ground with a crash, raising dust.

Yu Ling frowned, and the zombie group retreated.

They have no mind, are not afraid of pain, and do not feel fear. They are extremely thirsty for new flesh and blood. Logically speaking, they will not retreat, but now they are leaving as if they were driven by someone.

Thick green blood pooled in the palm of his hand, his white T-shirt changed color, and even his handsome side face was splashed with traces, and there was still murderous intent in his eyes.

The wooden boxes stacked in the corner were burned. The Tang knife left his hand, cut through the sound of wind, and slashed at the figure exposed behind the flames.

His figure was hidden under a black robe, with a beak mask on his face. The only exposed hand was pale to transparent. The cyan color under the back of the hand was obvious, and the joints were delicate and distinct.

He dodged Tang Dao and stood up. His voice came out through the mask, which was slightly blurry but could not hide his tiredness, "It's boring."

"It's the zombies you control. What's the purpose of attracting them here?"

He yawned sleepily, tilted his head slightly and tilted his beak, "Fun?"

"Why don't you continue to hide your abilities? Seeing how easily you can kill me, I don't want to continue."

Yu Ling's face darkened and he tried to take off his mask, but suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his head, as if a nerve had been cut.The movement of his feet was forced to stop, and he became a little unconscious. In his blurred vision, he watched him walking around the limbs, stepping on them if he couldn't avoid them, looking a little disgusted.

Disappear at the rooftop entrance.

The pain in his mind disappeared little by little as he left. Yu Ling looked at the crystal nuclei on the ground, his expression still not very good.

Green blood drops dripped from his fingertips. He lowered his long eyelashes slightly and with emotion in his eyes, he pulled out the Tang Dao stuck in the ground.

On the other hand, Zhou An took Ruan Ruan and the others downstairs. The zombies he encountered occasionally were eliminated by his wind blade. His strikes were particularly heavy, as if he was taking the opportunity to release some emotions, but he was suppressing them.

(End of this chapter)