At night, the lights shone far away, and it looked right in front of me, but it took me a long time to walk before I came to the nearest lights. It turned out that this was a manor, with more than 300 marquis lords surrounding the village with torches, and millions of other families were clamoring with swords and quarrels, so they didn't know what they were doing.

When I saw me riding a horse, I suddenly heard a gong-like shout: "There is a corpse! The big zombie is coming, hurry up, kill him! Mamami coaxes! Prajna Paramita!" Then a group of people rushed towards me.

I immediately pulled the reins and shouted sternly: "Who are you? What are you going to do!" But those people ignored them. Hundreds of players rushed towards me, shouting for killing, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred with me.

I frowned and jumped down from the horse, stepped into the crowd in two steps, reached out and grabbed the neck of a player who rushed to the front, took it to him, and asked loudly: "Why do you want to kill me? What are you doing?" The man didn't say anything, but only cut the knife in his hand towards me. With a force of my right hand, I twisted his neck with a "click". A stream of blood flowed out of the boy's mouth, his body was soft and drooping, and the right hand that raised the knife also softened.

I pushed this person's body horizontally and immediately hit more than a dozen people rushing up from behind. I shook my body and retreated more than five feet away. I used my internal strength to shout loudly: "I have never seen you before. What are you doing?" But I knew that these people were going to rush over to kill me just like I couldn't understand my words. I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, "You bastards, since that's the case, I'll kill you all!" He stomped his feet and rushed into the crowd, punched and kicked, and killed more than a dozen people in a few moves. Most of these players were novice at level 3 or 40. I could kill three with one hand.

Experts always value their own identities, and I feel very bored to kill these novices, but these people are really ungrateful. I have killed hundreds of people but continue to rush up. I am so angry that these kids are too ungrateful and can't help but take action a little heavier.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "This iron corpse is so powerful, prepare the rockets quickly!" More than a hundred Zhuang Dings immediately prepared the rockets and surrounded the crowd. The man shouted again, "Brothers in front quickly retreat, I'm going to shoot an arrow! Others set up the golden bowl formation!"

Hearing the shouts, the players who besieged me immediately retreated. I stood on the spot and watched them coldly, and didn't bother chasing them. Seeing that rockets were standing in front of the manor gate, aiming at me at any time, there were more than twenty red-clothed lamas behind them, each holding a pair of golden bowls in his hand, and they were all ready to go. The one who commanded them was a young lama. Seeing that the people were almost retreating, he didn't talk to me, but pointed his hand and shouted: "Click!"

At a moment, hundreds of rockets shot at me together, and I shouted angrily: "Things that are ungrateful!" I slapped my right palm forward, and my palm power shot out, and a freezing air extinguished the fire from the dozens of arrows that were shot at me. I took one arrow in both hands and made a call, while stepping towards the lama.

I moved very quickly, and only knocked out two arrows and rushed to the front. Suddenly, more than twenty people behind him shot out the golden bowl. The edge of the golden bowl was extremely thin, and it was even more sharp than that of the sword. It shot at me from all angles with a whimpering sound. The directions of my dodging up, down, left and right were blocked.

In the game, there are many sects at the junction of Yuan and Ming dynasties in the northwest, such as the Snow Mountain Sect, Lingjiu Palace, Xingsu Sect, and Daxue Mountain Dalun Temple, which is the birthplace of the full server Tantra. Both the Golden Wheel Dharma King who practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung and the Big Wheel King Jiumozhi, who are both skilled in several sects, are arranged here. The other sects, Master Lingzhi, Sang Jie and other Tantric masters also come from here. The sects are dressed as lamas, and the sect’s martial arts are chicken claw skills, and the weapon is golden cymbals.

I have never taken this sect seriously. First, they are in the northwest and I am in the south, and they are too far apart and rarely have intersections. Second, their chicken feet skills, and the big hand seals are simply garbage in the original work, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique and the Flame Knife cannot be taught casually, just like the iron chicken master when the Hengyang Martial Arts Hall opened last time, he was just a supporting role.

So, at the beginning, when I saw that these more than 20 lamas didn't take them seriously, and used arrows to drop the rockets that were shooting at me. The rest were shot on my body instantly and I didn't have to worry about it. I wanted to capture the young lama in the lead first, but I didn't know that the dozens of golden cymbals they threw over were so powerful.

The rocket I received was a more advanced level of first-order. It was made of jujube wood strips and had a higher quality. I held one in each hand and put it on a golden cymbal between my chest and abdomen. It only made two golden cymbals, which made people's teeth sore. The two golden cymbals fell down and did not hit the ground. When they were hit by the two golden cymbals below, a spark burst out, and they were cut from the bottom to the top.

For a moment, I was full of golden cymbals up and down, circling left and right, and I flew around with my hands several times. The durability of the two arrows bottomed out at the same time, and they were shaken into several segments. None of the golden cymbals flying all over the sky fell backwards, and they kept flying backwards into the hands of the lamas and were thrown out again.

There was a story back then that when foreigners came to the Qing Dynasty, they asked the Qing Dynasty officials: Do you know who Napoleon was? At that time, officials in the Qing Dynasty answered cleverly: The wheel is incompetent and it is difficult to get it, let alone the wheel is broken?

It was not until now that I deeply realized the bitterness of "the wheel is invisible and difficult to get". The golden cymbal is like a round plate with a sharp edge. With a rapid rotation, even if I have a pair of hands that can crack rocks, I dare not grab it hard. If it is one or two, or even dozens of them throw it around, it would be fine, but they can form a formation, making people lose sight of one or the other.

I pressed my palms on the two golden cymbals, and my hands turned into arcs on my chest, using sticky force, carefully controlling the constantly rotating golden cymbals not to fly out of my hands. Almost at the same time, two golden cymbals were immediately cut into my wrists. I hurriedly slapped the two golden cymbals that were tangent to my wrists toward both sides. The two that were sandwiched between my hands flew out and suddenly cut into my face. At this time, there were eight golden cymbals out of the back of my head. I couldn't lean back and dodge, so I quickly moved across the sky and moved three feet to the side, avoiding the attack of the ten golden cymbals in front and back, but more than ten other ones flew up and down, trapping me.

If I took out the Sword of Heaven, I would naturally be able to easily destroy these golden cymbals, but I would not want to take advantage of the weapons. This is the first time I encountered this Tantric golden cymbal array, and I would take a good look at the secrets of this formation.

I spent more than half an hour rumbling around the golden cymbal formation and finally saw a little mystery of the formation. Suddenly, I heard a group of people coming from the distance. There were more than fifty people, all wearing ragged sacks and holding green bamboo sticks, and they were actually from the Beggars' Sect.

The leader came over and said to the lama head: "Blonde boy, why haven't he fucked that zombie for such a long time?"

The Lama of the Golden Border raised his hand and threw the golden cymbals he had just received again, and said in a deep voice: "This zombie is too deep in the way. We have formed a golden cymbal array to control him. He can no longer run away!"

The beggar leader said, "Tsk, it's okay to deal with a few ordinary monsters, if you knew about it, we would have arranged this dog-beating array directly. This time, the kung fu would have been solved."

Jinbian snorted coldly: "This is just a zombie with armor with a deep armor. If you hit the stick, it's almost like scratching it. Is there a fart? Jinshan, you'd better cool me up. If you let this zombie king go away, don't blame me for turning against you!"

The beggar named Jin Shan quipped his mouth, laughed dryly, took a few steps back, stopped talking, and hugged his arms in front of his chest, looking like watching a show.

I laughed and said, "This golden cymbal formation is just like this, haha!" I stretched out my left hand and pointed it at the top of a golden cymbal near the edge. With a "double" sound, the bowl immediately flipped upwards. I immediately hit the golden cymbal behind me. I pressed my right hand and knocked the golden cymbal downwards. My left hand turned into an arc, and I spitted the palm force of the golden cymbal that was still turning on my wrist. I hit the golden cymbal hard on the golden cymbal that was still flipped in the air. At the same time, I turned my back and kicked the two hits behind me upwards. As soon as I hit my body, I grabbed the golden cymbal that was constantly flipped and was knocked down in my hand before the other bumps came.

In this way, I had a weapon in my hand, and five golden cymbals were peeling off. I flew up, held the golden cymbal in my right hand and shook all the three falling from my head. I shouted loudly, focusing on the internal force of the golden cymbal in my right hand, and chopping it down hard.

With a "dang", countless sparks burst out, and the golden cymbal was chopped in half by me. I laughed loudly, raised the golden cymbal several times, and cut more than a dozen golden cymbals. Although this consumed my internal strength so much, I was determined to vent my anger and cut all of these golden cymbals in half.

When the lamas around the Golden Bian saw that something was wrong, they hurriedly took back all the remaining golden cymbals. I broke their golden cymbal formation with empty hands, and were in a good mood. They stood there and said with a smile: "You are disciples of Tantric Buddhism. You and you have never been in a good way. Why did you take action when you see me today?"

The lamas looked at each other, and before they could speak to the golden edge, Jin Shan stepped forward and said, "You zombie, haha, what excuses do we need to make to kill zombies? It's really pedantic. Have you ever heard of the name of Iron Beggar in God's Movement?" Seeing me shook my head, he said proudly, "That's it, you are a zombie, we are humans, we are hostile relationships, it's not natural for us to kill you? Listen to the disciples, knot the dog formation!"

I frowned and thought to myself, is it wrong to be mixed up in the crowd like this? Perhaps, I should go back to Tianmo Ridge, where I am the same kind of person, and I am my home in the game!

With my magical skills, more than 50 Beggar Gang disciples had already raised bamboo sticks to form a dog-beating formation. Judging from the pockets they were carrying, the lowest one was also three bags of disciples, and that Jin Shan was even five bags of disciples.

I snorted coldly, shook my body and suddenly appeared in front of Jin Shan. He reached out to grab his neck. Jin Shan screamed in shock and hit the bamboo stick horizontally and forward. At that time, I had dealt with the people from the Beggars' Sect a lot in the Wen Tailai mission. As soon as he used this move, I recognized it as a move from the 24th Wave of Mount Wutai. I poked out my index finger and held it a little at his stick. His bamboo stick seemed to be of high-level, and could actually withstand the point of my eight-level black blood god finger. The end of the stick was bent down, but it did not break. When it rebounded, Jin Shan rolled the stick over.

I only used the Black Blood God Finger to fight the enemy, and forcing him backwards one after another. Jin Shan saw that I used only one hand to force him to fight back, so he was very anxious and hurriedly shouted that the formation would go up quickly, while accelerating to retreat to the dog-beating formation.

I snorted coldly: "Just you guys want to hurt me too?" He shook his bamboo stick with one finger, grabbed the stick with one hand and spit out his internal force. He screamed in surprise, let go of his hands, and took three steps in a row. I grabbed the collar and lifted it up. I slapped two mouths, threw it out, and then stepped into the dog-beating array. Bamboo sticks from all directions were hit on the head. I used both hands to point out with the black blood god. I heard several sounds of "Kala" and "Kala". The bamboo sticks in these little beggars' hands were not as powerful as the Golden Skirt, and they were all pointed out by my finger force.

I grabbed and threw my hands as I caught and threw them. After a few rounds, I threw all the more than 50 Beggar Gang disciples to the ground. I didn’t bother to kill these novices. I said coldly with my hands on my back: “You go back and ask Hong Feng to fight me. Humph, I don’t bother to kill his disciples!”

Who is Hong Feng? He is known as the number one master of the Northern Yuan player, the apprentice of Hong Qigong, and the successor of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm! I heard that he has recently obtained the remaining copies of the Nine Yang Divine Art, and his martial arts have gone to the next level. The Nine Yang Divine Art is paired with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, which combines two martial arts from the most strong and yang in the world, and is the successor of the leader of the Beggar Gang!

Usually, when the people of the Beggars' Sect see Hong Feng with their heads raised and admiring eyes, Jin Shan is just a small fifth-generation child, a rudder leader of the southern branch. He has never seen Hong Feng since playing games. When I heard me mention his name, he immediately said: "Hmph, just because you want to fight with our brother Hong, bah, you are worthy!"

I was about to go over and slap him, but I remembered that although I had no friendship with Hong Feng, it was not interesting to kill such a waste. In the past, many masters in novels valued their own identities and disdained to fight with younger generations. At that time, I couldn't figure it out, but now I have a deep understanding. Just like an adult bullying a child, he will be laughed at by others regardless of victory or defeat.

I smiled and said, "I don't know anything about you. Don't take my tolerance as your capital to get more and more money. Get out of here!"

Jin Shan was also a bachelor, so he clasped his fists at me: "You zombie actually know our eldest brother Hong, so he must be a famous person. Please leave your wrist. After we go back, we can write a report and hand it over to give an explanation."

I laughed: "Just say that Hengshan sent Hongxing to beat his younger brother and asked him to come to take revenge on me."

"Are you Hongxing?" Everyone present was stunned. Jin Shan slapped his thigh and shouted, "Are you Hongxing, the head of Hengshan Sect? I heard that you are a zombie, but I didn't expect... Oh!" He looked at Jin Bi and screamed in unison, "No! I've made a mistake, where did that real zombie go?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a shrill scream from the manor not far away. The faces of Jinbian and Jinshan suddenly changed. They hurriedly rushed to the manor and waited into the manor. When they entered the manor, they saw dead people everywhere, including farmers, blacksmiths, and women of various professions lying everywhere. Everyone had five blood holes on the top of their heads and two teeth holes under their necks.

Zombie! Zombie who has practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claws! I could see at a glance that the murderer who can create such wounds is obviously a zombie who has practiced the Nine Yin Sutra like me!

At this time, the lama and the people from the Beggars' Sect rushed towards the depths of the village, and I followed. The manor was well built, and there was a large square in the center. At this time, the lamas and the people from the Beggars' Sect were fighting in a tight manner around a disheveled black shadow. The black shadow's body technique was very strange. It was obvious that they had practiced the spiral Nine Shadows. They flashed left and right among the crowd, and grabbed them with both hands. Lamas and Beggars' Sect's disciples were constantly being caught and killed.

The game stipulates that the Nine Yin White Bone Claws were evil martial arts used by Huang Shang's enemies back then. There were only five moves, and they needed to practice with a living mind. Every time a person's head was successfully inserted into a crack, the proficiency increased a little. The Nine Yin Divine Claw was a kung fu summarized by Huang Shang based on the enemy's martial arts comprehensive Taoist Taoist mental method. Not only is the power much greater than that of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, but the attributes are transformed from evil to positive. Just inserting into a crack can improve proficiency.

I have also practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and now I can tell immediately when I see the five moves that the man used repeatedly. Moreover, I also feel a similar smell.

The weapons in the hands of the people in the Golden Bian and Golden Flash belt were destroyed by me just now. Only a small number of people left the spare ones, but they could no longer set up the Golden Cymbal Formation and the Dog Fighting Formation. The man's body movement was very fast, and it seemed that he was fully agile. He swung left and right between the crowd. His two claws could seriously injure an enemy almost every time they fell.
Chapter completed!