Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 64: The Japanese alien group!

Zhang Chulan looked back with pity in his eyes.

The ignorant are fearless!

"Hahaha, that's interesting! This is the first time someone has said something like this to me since I woke up. To be honest, I kind of miss it."

Geng Qing put his hands on his hips and laughed.

I thought that since we have all been adults for hundreds of years, there wouldn't be such emotional and chivalrous fights anymore, but I didn't expect to encounter one again.

Feng Hanfei's mind was like a ball of thread. He could clearly grab the end of the thread, but it was floating left and right and he could not catch it at all.

These three people feel so familiar.

"Who are you?"

No matter what, he no longer dared to act rashly.

When these three people came in, they were like three mountains moving in.

You can't peek or bump into it, you can only look up.

He did not sense any murderous intent from the three men, but a feeling of oppression emanated from his bones, causing him to tremble and almost retreat.

Lu Hui shook her head and chuckled, "We are the ones who gathered you together. This magic machine is in my hand. If you want it, just come and get it."

"Senior, I don't want the Divine Machine anymore. Goodbye!"

Feng Hanfei did just that. His feet were as fast as the wind and he stood on tiptoe and had already moved ten steps away.

This move is already amazing enough.

Zhang Chulan clapped and cheered.

But he was not facing ordinary people.

Lu Hui shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it's not going to be easy."

People didn't understand
"I want to borrow your blood and energy for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Feng Hanfei turned into an ice-blue ice sculpture.

"Wow—"

The group of more than 300 aliens were shocked and in an uproar.

They didn't even see clearly when Lu Hui made her move.

This is so weird.

Everyone knows, and some people have even guessed the identities of the people in front of them.

"run!"

I don't know who shouted.

The group of aliens was in chaos, like mice encountering a cat, fleeing madly and without knowing where to go.

"Hahaha, cat and mouse, I haven't played this game for a long time. Today I'm going to have a good time!" Geng Qing exerted great strength on his feet, and the ground shook with every step.

With one step, he had already reached the distance of thirty meters and arrived next to a strange man. His fist followed him like a shadow and came with a bang.

"boom--"

It's like a watermelon hitting a truck.

The head exploded, and the headless corpse flew forward with great force and hit the fleeing alien.

The alien's bones and muscles were broken in an instant, and he vomited blood, and flew forward along with the headless corpse.

"Oh my god!" Wang Zhenqiu's mouth twitched and his arms trembled slightly.

Zhang Chulan felt as if his heart was being squeezed.

too crazy.

Is this the true strength of the alien six hundred years ago?
Geng Qing was bathed in blood, punching left and right, as if he had a special liking for headshots. Every time he swung his punch and charged, it was like a big truck smashing other people's heads into pieces.

The blood bloomed in the air like a lotus.

Soon Geng Qing was bathed in blood.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips: "Hey, it's like a strange man dripping snow, so delicious!"

"Is this really good?"

Wang Zhenqiu felt a little uncomfortable watching this.

Everyone fell silent. Xiao Zizai felt that this was a bit exaggerated. He just liked to kill people, but he was not bloodthirsty. Geng Qing was more like a demon than him, and he was willing to drink the blood of a living person.

"No, Geng Qing's strength is increasing crazily." Hei Guan widened his eyes and said in a lost voice.

Zhang Chulan had long discovered that Geng Qing's body was constantly absorbing the Qi from the alien's blood, and this ability to feed back into the body was like an evil skill.

Feng Baobao didn't feel anything at all about this bloody scene: "When they came out of the coffin, their blood and qi were not sufficient. They are drinking blood to replenish their strength."

Everyone was stunned.

This is just like zombies like to suck blood. Mummies always need energy to survive.

"What should we do now?" Wang Zhenqiu asked.

"Just watch. Do you want to step forward to stop them?" Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses with his bloody hand. These were all masters. If he called for a pause while others were enjoying a buffet, he would be killed.

The temporary workers stopped talking and let Lu Hui and the other three do what they wanted.

Geng Qing's side is bloody and violent.

Lu Hui is a little more elegant, with the demeanor of a master.

Ice-blue Qi rolled around his body, and then ice particles began to appear on the ground beneath his feet, spreading in a 360-degree angle without any dead ends.

The spread speed is even faster than the escape speed of the Inhumans.

Often, the alien's body would be frozen while he was still running forward.

No one who came into contact with the blue ice particles was spared. Some wanted to resist and used their Qi to form a protective film to block it, but it was of no use.

This blue Qi penetrates into the Qi membrane as if it were entering an empty space.

Dozens of ice sculptures suddenly appeared on the scene.

Geng Qing even smashed the ice sculpture into pieces while running.

The moment the ice sculpture shattered, the ice-blue Qi controlled by Lu Hui merged into the ground, and the originally shattered pieces of flesh and blood instantly came alive, with blood gushing out of them.

This scene is even more bizarre.

Chang Cheng, the tiger-catcher, is no pushover either.

Many strange people felt a chill on their necks while running and suddenly looked down.

Only then did he realize that his body had actually moved ahead of his head.

It turns out that Chang Chengqinhuzan's telekinesis has already reached perfection. He can arrange his spirit into thin threads as thin as hair. As long as the alien is too fast and runs across these thin threads, they will become the most deadly weapon and cut off the alien's head.

Of course, Chang Cheng has even simpler and more brutal methods.

The tiger-catching weapon turned into a pair of invisible giant hands, which grasped the alien from top to bottom, and then crushed him in opposite directions at the same time, and the alien shattered like a twist.

It was like wringing a towel, blood spurting out of the flesh.

Chang Cheng watched the blood spraying in the air like a fountain, glanced at the headless bodies on the ground, scratched his head and said, "It seems that this way you won't waste it."

As he spoke, he casually stepped on the headless corpse at his feet.

The elephant tramples the melon, and the juice splashes.

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The temporary workers have lost their eyes.

This has exceeded their limits.

Only Feng Baobao and Xiao Zizai remained as still as a mountain, while the others all looked sideways and shook their heads.

The most acceptable style is actually Tang style.

This is the descendant of Dan Shi, who possesses the power that makes people in the martial arts world tremble in fear.

When the Dan Shi was activated, the alien just twisted his body in pain, grasped his fingers into the ground, and slowly died in despair, and then his body became shriveled.

This is actually the most acceptable way of death for temporary workers.

Six hundred years ago, the aliens had no taboos and would do anything to complete their mission.

Zhang Chulan now felt like he was trying to get the skin of a tiger.

He had no doubt that for the sake of the mission, Lu Hui and the other six people, who were chatting and laughing with them, would spare no effort to wipe them out easily.

Going on a mission with such a person makes people feel unsafe at all.

Dividing line.
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