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The sword shines brightly.

Go through the gap between the two ancient corpses.

The old man in gray robe retreated hastily, but was still half a step too slow.

There was a cut on the edge of the black flag.

The resentful spirit in the flag suddenly lost control and bit the flag's body in reverse.

The old man in gray robe roared: "Song Qingshan!"

Song Qingshan said calmly: "Screaming so loudly seems like you are in a hurry."

He drew his sword again.

The old man in gray robe finally showed a look of fear.

He originally thought that Song Qingshan would be weak after ringing the bell, and he could hold him off for at least a quarter of an hour.

Unexpectedly, not only was Song Qingshan not dragged to death, but he became more and more accurate with his beatings.

Not more powerful.

It’s about playing harder, more economically, and more calmly.

The old man in gray robe knew that he could not delay any longer.

If he drags on any longer, it won't be him holding Song Qingshan back, but Song Qingshan killing him.

He bit the tip of his tongue violently and sprayed a mouthful of black blood on the corpse flag.

The black flag instantly ignited into a dark green will-o'-the-wisp.

The aura of the two remaining ancient corpses also surged, and the corpse crystals on their chests were cracked and bloody.

Shen Bingxin's expression changed slightly.

"He wants to explode the corpse crystal!"

Song Qingshan's eyes turned cold.

The six ancient corpses were originally the checkpoints left by the old man in gray robe.

Now that the level can't stop him, he will detonate the corpse crystal and use the zombie impact to drag the two of them down.

This explosion has a huge range.

If it explodes on the forest road, not only Song Qingshan and Shen Bingxin will be affected, but even the defense line of the villa behind may be contaminated by the zombie evil.

Can't let it explode.

Song Qingshan took one step forward.

Zhiyang Zhenqi and Xuanyin soft energy operate at the same time.

Yin energy stalks the corpse.

Yang Jin seals the crystal.

He formed a seal with his hands and forcefully suppressed the corpse crystals that were about to explode in the chests of the two ancient corpses.

The old man in gray robe smiled ferociously: "Can you hold it for one breath or ten?"

"One breath is enough."

Song Qingshan whispered.

The gray-robed old man's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, Shen Bingxin appeared on the side.

There is no silver needle in her hand.

But a short blade.

The edge of the short blade is coated with light golden liquid.

She is not as fast as Song Qingshan, nor is she as fast as Lu Chen.

But her timing was perfect.

The old man in gray robe focused all his attention on Song Qingshan, and never expected that Shen Bingxin would take the initiative to get close.

The short blade slashed across.

The old man in gray robe's right arm holding the flag was broken at the elbow level.

Kurohata let go.

Song Qingshan immediately raised the black flag with a sword, and the Zhiyang True Fire was instantly ignited.

The corpse flag burned in mid-air.

The resentful soul in the flag rushed out screaming, but was wrapped in Shen Bingxin's requiem incense, and the resentment dissipated little by little.

The old man in gray robe screamed and retreated, black blood spurting out from his severed arm.

For the first time, real fear showed on his face.

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