Chapter 86

Lin Ruoying used all her sword moves, and fought the black-robed old man inextricably, and seemed to be at a disadvantage.

The old man in black robe is very strong, and his "zombie skills" and "zombie fist" are very strange.

The Black Witch Cult is mysterious and unfathomable in the rivers and lakes, and all the congregants walk around without seeing their heads or tails.

Lin Ruoying had read some relevant information, and knew that the Black Witch taught people a technique of refining corpses and a skill of zombies that complement each other and confirm each other.

The ancestors of the Black Witch Cult accompanied the corpses day and night. With perverted mind and perseverance, by observing the zombie's shape and action characteristics, imitating its shape, taking its meaning, and integrating it into martial arts, it actually created an evil, weird and tyrannical unique art.

There are almost no specific postures and routines in Zombie Boxing. It is nothing more than piercing, thrusting, smashing, and smashing. There are several seemingly mechanized movements back and forth. They are rough and stiff, just like Cheng Yaojin's three axes, but they must not be underestimated.

The Zombie Fist's punches are simple, direct, and vicious. Not only can the power of the fist and claws penetrate the belly of a cow, but also the punching almost requires no breathing. If it damages the body, it can cause poisoning and paralysis at the slightest level, and life can't be saved if it is severe. It is an extremely vicious technique.

The old man in black robe fought more and more fiercely, his movements were funny, but powerful, those strange moves poured out from his hands, like a long river rolling.

It's just that this long river is a bit stiff.

Zombies return to life, zombies turn back, zombies go out, zombies move mountains, zombies cross mountains, zombies chase clouds, zombies worship the moon...

Although Lin Ruoying had the ancient Qinghuang sword in her hand, she was a little tired of dealing with it, and danger abounded.

The Black God watched anxiously, and couldn't help but question Yu Yue: "Why don't you do anything, when are you going to watch the show?!"

He knew that Yu Yue was very strong, even though he was still a little bit dissatisfied with his mouth, he was convinced in his heart.

Yu Yue shook his head lightly: "I don't think I need to take action on these obscene things."

He actually completely dismissed the black witch religion, which was feared by all corners of the world.

Hei Shen said anxiously: "But, the boss is in danger, if you continue to fight, there will be problems!"

Yu Yue still looked like an old god, and said leisurely: "Corpse refinement and zombie skills are nothing more than small skills. What I taught Miss Lin is Dao Zhengzong. If she can't even deal with such a small scene, Count me as blind. But, I believe in my own vision and in Miss Lin's talent. Don't you believe in your boss?"

The Black God was speechless, but felt something was wrong.

Obviously the boss first pulled you into the group, why does it seem like you have turned into a mentor now, with the appearance of an expert giving advice?

However, in the arena, the black-robed old man's attack was extremely fierce, and Lin Ruoying seemed to be overwhelmed.

The black-robed old man has such skills, so he must be an elder-level figure in the Black Witch Cult.

Although Lin Ruoying was slightly at a loss, her hand holding the sword was still steady, and she was very calm.

She has already figured out the routine of the other party's kung fu, that is, there is no routine, and she wins with strength. At the same time, she has a certain understanding of the way of sword pointed by Yu Yue.

The sword posture pointed out by Yu Yue, in addition to the three realms of body, qi, and heart, and the method of practicing qi and promoting qi, also requires the swordsman's spiritual concentration and an indomitable momentum.

When you hold the sword, you must be more concentrated, more focused, and have no distractions.

Whether to advance or retreat, whether to attack or defend, no matter when, you can't hesitate, if you hesitate, you will fail!

As a swordsman, you must always hold the consciousness of mortal death!

With a decision of mind, Lin Ruoying's figure and sword posture became different, becoming more aggressive.

The old man in black robe let out a "huh", he felt it.

Because the young witch master had explained that "it's best not to hurt her body", the old man in black robe always kept three points of strength in his strikes.

Even if he keeps three points, he still has the confidence to win the opponent. There are not dozens of strong people who fell under his zombie fist, but there are more than a dozen.

He is a majestic elder of the Black Witch Cult, can't he even take down a yellow-haired girl?

But after a few rounds, he became more and more frightened. He didn't expect that a mere yellow-haired girl could last so long, and there was a faint tendency to rebound.

He felt that if he didn't use all his strength, he wouldn't be able to hold down the opponent.

Lin Ruoyingsu wielded the sword in her hand, and the cyan light from the sword shot out, launching a powerful counter-attack.

The black-robed old man let out a long roar, and he was doing it with all his strength. The zombie punch was faster, more ruthless and more vicious.

However, Lin has comprehended the essence of kendo - the heart of the sword.

There is no doubt or fear in her heart, and there is no hesitation in her sword.

No matter how fast and how strong you are, no matter how fast you are, no matter how much corpses you have, blood, seas, poisonous dragons and monsters, I will kill you with one blow!

At this moment, Lin Ruoying's eyes were like cold blades and cold lights. The sword moved with the air, and the body followed the sword. He saw the red clothes flying around and the blue light shining, covering the old man in black in an instant.

The elder of the Black Witch Cult also erupted, with fists and claws coming out one after another, each fist was extremely black, like black iron.

If one is hit by such a punch, let alone a human being, even a cow will be punched through the body, and then die of poison.

However, Qingmang did not retreat at all, instead of retreating, he advanced.

The black fist strength tried to tear apart the cyan sword glow...

Also torn...

I saw that the condensed fist strength like black iron forcibly tore a piece of sword light into pieces...

But in an instant, the shattered sword glow suddenly condensed, accelerating through the fist like a mountain of knives with an indomitable momentum, and slashed down!

With this cut, the green light condensed into a line, like a divine lightning penetrating the heaven and earth, which in turn cut off the energy of the pitch black, like a hot knife cutting through butter!

The black fist energy was broken and dissipated in an instant, and a scarlet blood mist rose in no particular order, almost at the same time...

The black-robed old man's eyes widened in disbelief, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be split open.

He stretched his arms forward in a punching posture, but he no longer had a fist, and the front of his forearm was bare, exposing flesh and bones.

His fists have been severed by the wrists, and the fracture is smooth.

Recalling how fast the sword was just now, it was done in one go.

Two fists the size of sandbags fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

Blood gushed out from the severed hand of the black-robed old man. He was clearly in pain, but he was full of unwillingness. His body aura surged like a dark scene, and he seemed to be planning to kill Lin Ruoying.

Lin Ruoying knew that her swordsmanship had really improved, and the sword just now was undoubtedly the strongest sword she had ever used since she learned swordsmanship.

Her confidence doubled, facing the opponent's trapped beast counterattack, she stabbed out with the sword, cold and decisive, crossed ten meters in one breath, and nailed the old man in black to the tree with his sword.

As Lin Ruoying coldly withdrew his sword, the black-robed old man rubbed against the tree trunk and slowly sat down on the ground, spitting out blood, and murmured, "This...it's impossible..."

He really couldn't believe that the zombie punch he was so proud of would lose, and that his majestic elder of the Black Witch Cult would lose to a little policewoman.

The fanaticism on Xiao Changshan's face became even more intense, as if he didn't care about the life or death of his elder guardian. He stared at Lin Ruoying with "four eyes", his pale face flushed abnormally due to excitement: "That's great, it's really great Already, I want to order this woman!"

He waved his hand behind him and said, "Liu Chongguo, go meet your old friend!"