Immortality: Starting from practicing Zombie and Taming Ghosts in Yizhuang

Murong Jianchuan's defensive shield could no longer hold up and began to show obvious cracks. When Ji Wusheng saw this, a ferocious look flashed in his eyes.

"End it!" Ji Wusheng smiled coldly, and the Blue Cloud Flywheel in his hand suddenly accelerated and slashed towards Murong Jianchuan.

, Murong Jianchuan's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes. The evil energy in his body was constantly surging, and he tried his best to resist Ji Wusheng's final blow.

"Boom!"

The huge noise made everyone's ears numb, and Ji Wusheng and Murong Jianchuan retreated one after another.

Ji Wusheng wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and looked at the pale Murong Jianchuan in the distance. He raised the corner of his mouth and drew a cold arc: "How is it? My killing move tastes good, right?"

Under the attack, Murong Jianchuan's body shook, but he did not fall. He held his sword with a trembling hand, his eyes flashing with determination. Blood seeped out from the wounds on the body, forming drops of crystal blood, shining with cruel beauty in the sunlight.

Ji Wusheng sneered disdainfully, then raised his head to look at Li Yuan: "With this zombie, your level is not enough to compete with me, and you have no chance."

Li Yuan stared at Ji Wusheng, with a cold and murderous intent flashing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer: "Ji Wusheng, do you think you have won? You are so naive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yuan's whole body of spiritual energy exploded, and the second layer of the Yin Corpse Seal was activated.

In an instant, Murong Jianchuan, who was already crumbling below, suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Ji Wusheng.

The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky. Ji Wusheng's expression suddenly became solemn, and he hurriedly waved the knife in his hand, trying to block Murong Jianchuan's attack.

The collision of swords was heard, and Murong Jianchuan's offensive was extremely fierce. Every time he struck, he carried endless killing intent, as if he wanted to completely defeat Ji Wusheng. Ji Wusheng felt the pressure emanating from Murong Jianchuan, and he couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.

The fight between the two continued to escalate, and the scene gradually lost control. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword intersected in the air, making a deafening sound. The surrounding spectators had been completely attracted by their battle and were stunned to watch this thrilling fight.

During the battle, Murong Jianchuan's figure gradually became blurred, and his sword skills became faster and faster. Ji Wusheng felt that he could hardly keep up with Murong Jianchuan's rhythm. He knew that Murong Jianchuan had entered an extreme state.

"This is impossible!"

Ji Wusheng growled in a low voice, "How could you have such power?"

Li Yuan, who was above, saw this and smiled coldly: "Ji Wusheng, don't be so naive."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Jianchuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then reappeared behind Ji Wusheng. The sword in his hand had already pierced Ji Wusheng's vest.

Ji Wusheng's eyes widened and he looked at Murong Jianchuan in horror: "No, no, no!"

However, Murong Jianchuan's sword had already penetrated Ji Wusheng's body.

Blood gushed out from the wound, Ji Wusheng's body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with despair. He fell to the ground, motionless. However, Murong Jianchuan's sword had already penetrated Ji Wusheng's body.

Blood gushed out from the wound, Ji Wusheng's body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with despair. He fell to the ground, motionless.

The blood formed pools of bright red stains on the ground, seeping into the earth. The surrounding air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Murong Jianchuan stood in front of Ji Wusheng's body, his eyes still devoid of any emotion.

He slowly drew out his sword, and the blade was dripping with blood, shining with a cold light. The evil spirit in his body gradually dissipated, and he regained his composure.

However, at this moment, Li Yuan's pupils in the sky suddenly shrank, and an extremely sharp blade struck Murong Jianchuan from the side. The fierce and decisive killing move made it difficult for anyone to guard against it.

"Tsk-!"

Murong Jianchuan only had time to turn his head to dodge, but his right shoulder was cut open by a sharp blade, and a stream of corpses poured out. He staggered and took several steps back before he could stabilize his body.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the snow-white clothes on his chest red. The spirit corpse, like ordinary people, was afraid of receiving fatal injuries.

Li Yuan stared angrily at the man holding a short dagger opposite.

This man was wearing a black robe and a mask, leaving only a pair of eyes. He looked like an assassin. According to Li Yuan's information, there was no information about this person in the Lanyun Sect.

"Shadow, help me, kill them!"

Over there, Ji Wusheng spoke with his last breath.

As he spoke, Ji Wusheng lost his breath. After the man named Shadow heard this, he clenched his dagger and suddenly rushed towards Murong Jianchuan, the dagger in his hand dancing like air.

"Bang bang bang bang...!"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them started fighting fiercely.

"Puff puff puff puff...!"

The sound of the short dagger cutting through the flesh kept coming, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Hiss~!"

Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain came from his shoulder. Murong Jianchuan groaned, and the long sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

He turned around and saw a hideous scar on his shoulder.

Li Yuan looked up from the sky with even more murderous intent in his eyes.

The black-robed assassin snorted. He easily dodged Murong Jianchuan's attack, and then slashed at Murong Jianchuan's neck with his backhand.

At this time Murong Jianchuan wanted to hide, but it was obviously too late. A hint of bloodthirsty madness flashed in the black-robed assassin's eyes. He flipped his wrist and slashed the dagger towards Murong Jianchuan's neck.

"clang!"

Murong Jianchuan held his long sword horizontally and blocked perfectly with the sword. The black-robed assassin's dagger cut directly into the sword body. However, he raised his wrist and the dagger slashed towards Murong Jianchuan's neck again.

At the critical moment, Murong Jianchuan withdrew his sword and swept the black-robed assassin's arm.

"Clang!"

The black-robed assassin's short dagger was swung away, and just when he was about to attack again, Murong Jianchuan's left palm slammed into the black-robed assassin's chest.

"boom……!"

The black-robed assassin felt as if he was struck by lightning. He flew backwards and fell to the ground ten meters away.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and stared at Murong Jianchuan viciously.

Murong Jianchuan was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were fixed on the black-robed assassin.

"Damn, this guy is so powerful."

The black-robed assassin snorted coldly, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he picked up the dagger and charged at Murong Jianchuan again.

Murong Jianchuan sneered and stepped forward to greet him.

The two fought again, but their attacks were quite fierce and their moves were deadly. Their weapons were both very sophisticated, and even in the fierce fight they still exuded a cold light. (End of chapter)