Chapter 217 Entering the scene and beheading the corpse
The corpse puppet put his arms above his head, trying to restrain Song Changming's sword.
However, the pure power of the flaming sword is greater than that of the wind dragon. It wields a huge force of 60,000 kilograms and cuts down at an accelerated speed, making it even more unstoppable!
Even though the body of this black-eyed corpse puppet was as strong as a monster, both palms were cut off simultaneously by this knife, and fell to the ground with one knife.
The black-eyed corpse puppet was cut in half with its head in the middle and split open!
Then he raised his foot and whipped his leg backwards, causing lightning to burst out and detonate on the spot.
Under the terrifying force, another black-eyed corpse puppet that rushed behind him was kicked away like a ball, smashed into the mountain, and was buried by rocks.
"How is that possible!"
On the hillside, the short Corpse Refining Sect member was shocked by Song Changming's powerful strength. He never expected that the three trump cards in his hand would not be able to capture the kid in front of him.
One of them was even killed and two of them were blown away!
He couldn't accept this and started yelling again.
"Brother Song" Liu Yan'er was originally worried about Song Changming, but in the blink of an eye, Song Changming broke through the siege of the corpse puppets with his powerful strength, leaving her stunned for a moment.
Over the years of getting along with him, she knew that Song Changming was extremely powerful. After all, the honor of being number one on the earth rankings was enough to explain the problem.
But now, being besieged by these three such powerful corpse puppets, even a strong man on the Tianban level may not be able to get a favor.
Song Changming was able to resolve the crisis cleanly and neatly. This strength not only exceeded her expectations, but also exceeded everyone else's expectations.
"Okay, so strong!" Many Wangyue Pavilion disciples and deacons were shocked by Song Changming's strength when they saw this scene.
"Who is this person? Looking at such a young man, he is probably not weaker than some of the elders in the pavilion!"
"It seems that he is a master invited by Junior Sister Yan'er!"
"sharp."
Bang!
The kicked corpse came out of the stone, its exaggerated muscles more swollen than before. It sprinted in two steps, like a high-speed train crashing into it.
Several Wangyue Pavilion disciples along the way had no time to dodge and were thrown directly away, unable to stop the rampaging corpse puppet at all.
Can't blame them.
The powerful disciples, deacons, and pavilion elders of Wangyue Pavilion all competed with the strong men of the Corpse Refining Sect on that mountain.
There are not many Wangyue Pavilion masters at the foot of the mountain, and there are even fewer, or almost none, who can match the combat power of this corpse puppet.
That short Corpse Refining Sect member was one of the strong men who came down from the mountain!
The corpse puppet came straight to Song Changming and arrived in a blink of an eye.
After punching out, the strong wind pressure seemed to distort the space.
There is no doubt that if an ordinary martial artist is hit by this punch, a piece of flesh will be directly blasted out.
Song Changming narrowed his eyes, suddenly took the dragon pattern knife in his left hand, stepped forward, rounded his right fist, and swung it out!
With the push of strength, there was also a strong wind pressure.
One person and one corpse puppet, this wave of punches directly faced each other, and the wind pressure collided with each other, making a sharp sound of air friction, producing a series of sonic booms.
boom!
Zombie puppets have always been known for their physical invincibility and tyrannical strength.
However, under this purest collision of power, the corpse puppet was directly punched into the ground by Song Changming!
A large pit several meters wide exploded at his feet. Seeing that the corpse puppet was about to be buried again, Song Changming grabbed it with his big hand, pinched the corpse puppet's head, lifted it out, and threw it into the air.
Half of the corpse puppet's arms have been scrapped. In this wave of power dialogue, he is completely defeated by Song Changming.
After the contest, Song Changming was not interested in continuing to play with the corpse puppet, and slashed through the air with his knife.
The corpse puppet's head was cut off directly.
In just a few encounters, two corpse puppets were killed in succession.
Under the control of the Corpse Refining Sect member, the remaining corpse puppet chose to stop its losses in time and wanted to retreat.
However, Song Changming did not want to let the other party go.
Using the Flying Thunder Technique, lightning flashed under his feet, and he followed up with two knives to chop down the last corpse puppet.
In the mountains and forests, the Corpse Refining Sect members were panicking and couldn't decide which way to go.
Suddenly, a gust of wind sword energy cut off pieces of dead wood and vines, chasing after him from behind.
The Corpse Refining Sect members could only turn around and wave their swords to resist.
The sword energy bloomed, and the Corpse Refining Sect man rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment. Just as he was about to get up, a long knife shot out, accurately pierced his abdomen, and nailed him to the ground.
The Corpse Refining Sect member screamed, and Song Changming had already fallen in front of him.
"Do you recognize Fan Laojiu?"
"No, I don't recognize him." "That's really a pity." Song Changming said lightly, and thunder splashed on his raised feet.
Under the horrified gaze of the Corpse Refining Sect members, he stepped down hard, and a large piece of his chest immediately collapsed. His eyes widened and he vomited blood and became silent.
Just as Song Changming was about to retreat, a voice suddenly came from the forest.
"Fan Laojiu, I know him."
Song Changming turned around and saw a slender, slightly charming man walking slowly from the dead trees.
Behind him, five black-eyed corpse puppets stood like five pitch-black towers, their eyes emitting a ghostly light, like the seducers of hell.
Undoubtedly, the quality of these five black-eyed corpse puppets was quite top-notch, and the pressure they exuded was even greater than the three he killed.
But if that's the case, it's not enough for Song Changming to take it seriously.
On the other side of the man, a corpse with white hair and white eyes was different and the most conspicuous.
This corpse puppet also made Song Changming feel a real threat.
Considering that this Corpse Refining Sect member came down from this mountain, he was obviously a strong man in the Corpse Refining Sect, the kind who was qualified to participate in battles on the mountain.
"Why, are you looking for Fan Laojiu?" Ding Yanyun chuckled and continued.
"If you are willing to be my corpse puppet, even if you want Fan Laojiu's head, I can deliver it to you right away."
Song Changming raised his brows and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to find his head. I just want to know where his corpse came from?"
"Eh? Are you asking this?" Ding Yanyun said strangely.
"He works under my command, and the materials for his corpse puppet were given by me. Although the quality is not very good, it is not bad."
Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and looked at Song Changming with a half-smile.
"Isn't the material about that corpse puppet related to you? Is it a relative of yours? Or a close friend of yours?
That was all so many years ago. My friend, just look at it. Why bother with it? The dead are sad.”
"." Song Changming was speechless, but the sword intent in his body boiled up again.
Ding Yanyun was unmoved and continued to talk and laugh: "Although it was more than twenty years ago, I still remember that among the materials, there were two whose qualities were too perfect and could be cultivated if I had the opportunity. The best material to become a green-eyed corpse puppet.
Moreover, they are a pair of blood brothers. If they are refined into corpse puppets together, they can still integrate with each other and exert greater immediate combat power."
When Song Changming heard this, his heart sank, and his face remained calm, "Did you refine them into corpse puppets?"
"I thought, but I was self-aware back then. Not to mention that these two materials were a hot potato in my hands.
I sent it to an elder of the sect in exchange for generous benefits. It is said that the elder later sent the two top-quality materials to the main sect of Guyuan Kingdom and received even more benefits.
As for now, it is unknown where the two materials have gone and whether they have been damaged. "
Ding Yanyun spread his hands and shook his head. He was just like the communication between friends. He talked to Song Changming about everything without reservation.
In his words, he felt deep regret for the two materials that he had handled but could not get.
"What else do you want to know? I'll tell you. After you become my corpse puppet, your mental will will be less resentful towards me." Ding Yanyun said with a smile.
He seemed very confident that he could handle Song Changming easily, and he didn't mind communicating more with his future corpse.
"What are the surnames and identities of the two materials?" Song Changming narrowed his eyes and asked directly without bothering to cover up.
"Oh? Is it possible that you are still related to those two materials? Are you their relatives? Brothers?" Ding Yanyun became more energetic.
If they have similar blood, maybe the Song Changming in front of him is also an embryo of top-quality materials!
"I remember that they were generals of Dahan's vanguard army during their lifetime." Ding Yanyun said this while looking at Song Changming's expression carefully.
Song Changming's eyes changed.
When the other party said this, he was already eighty-nine percent convinced.
In the letters he sent home, it was mentioned that his eldest and second brother had become generals of the Pioneer Army.
Combined with the corpses that were taken away in the same batch as Song Bao, there is basically no mistake!
"It's been a long time and I can't remember his name. It's also possible that I didn't investigate in such detail at that time." Ding Yanyun thought for a while and couldn't provide more information for verification.
But that's enough!
boom!
At this time, there was violent movement on the mountainside not far away, which made Ding Yanyun no longer want to continue chatting.
"Go." Ding Yanyun raised his hand slightly, and three black-eyed corpse puppets behind him rushed out first and rushed towards Song Changming.
(End of chapter)