The qi and blood of a warrior itself have a counterproductive effect on evil spirits.

Although Zhang Haotian is only in his early twenties, he has especially practiced "Iron Cloth Shirt" since he was a child. His strong qi and blood are comparable to those of ordinary acquired martial artists.

In addition, the evil aura on the Xiuchun Sword is naturally scared by the evil spirits of the black coffin level when they are rushed by this strong aura.

But this zombie was afraid, but Zhang Haotian's embroidered spring sword would not stop at all.

"Clang!"

It was like the embroidered spring knife cutting the iron sheet, but it did not break the zombie's physical defense. The zombie's physical strength was beyond Zhang Haotian's imagination.

Even the Evil-Suppressing Secret's embroidered spring knife made with fine iron could not cut through the body of the zombie.

It is obvious that this zombie must have been a powerful warrior during his lifetime, at least reaching the level of a first-class warrior. After being sacrificed to become a zombie, it has membrane, flesh, flesh, muscles and bones, and it still maintains its tenacity during his lifetime.

Even after the Yin Qi sacrifice, it is even better.

Zhang Haotian only cut off its membrane with this knife, but he could not hurt the zombie's muscles and bones at all.

The most important thing is that the zombies are dead objects, painless and itchy. The moment they were beaten by the knife, they rushed up again.

"Clang!"

Zhang Haotian threw the embroidered spring sword aside and replaced it with a fist.

However, this pause gave the zombie an opportunity to take advantage of it. The zombie's arm stretched and instantly hit Zhang Haotian's chest.

Apart from some swelling and pain, Zhang Haotian did not feel that he was suffering too much.

This is also the result of Zhang Haotian's "Iron Cloth Shirt". If he were replaced by an ordinary first-class warrior, he would be seriously injured in this moment.

"It's my turn!"

There was a middle-aged man in black who was unknown to the depth of the sky. Zhang Haotian naturally did not dare to be careless and decided to fight quickly.

A punch was blown out, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.

In this punch, 70% of the force gathered together, and the terrifying force condensed into a stream, and the fist fell on the zombie's left arm.

"puff!"

The zombie's left arm was directly blown up.

"puff!"

Before the zombie could react, another punch hit the zombie's chest and directly penetrated the zombie's heart. A kind of blood full of rotten smell flowed out, and it was so smothering.

Even so, this zombie with strong vitality has not died yet, and there is not even any pain, as if it is not its own body that is injured.

This is also the most difficult part of zombies. They don’t know the pain and move forward.

"Go to die!"

Zhang Haotian glared at his eyes, and the third punch fell, which directly hit the zombie's head.

"puff!"

The zombie's head exploded directly.

"Bang!"

The zombie's body fell straight to the ground.

【Soul Power Value 500】

"Finally dead."

Zhang Haotian recited silently, his eyes immediately turned, and he happened to see a middle-aged man in black who was not far away, looking dumbfounded.

The zombie he sacrificed for was a first-class warrior who was a cultivator during his lifetime. Even though he could not preserve his combat power during his lifetime, his physical strength was completely preserved. With the yin energy and strong defense, even the acquired Great Perfection warriors could not break it.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him only used three punches to blow it up.

Suddenly, he touched Zhang Haotian's cold and murderous eyes, and his heart thrust.

"Oops!"

The middle-aged man in black turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

He was originally full of confidence, but now he is scared.

The middle-aged man in black knew his strength very well. In terms of strength and defense, he was not as good as his two corpse slaves, but now both of his corpse slaves were dead at the hands of this young man wearing the uniform of the lieutenant of the Evil Suppression Division.

If he hadn't thought that he had just fought with this young man and the other party deliberately kept his hands, he could have committed suicide with tofu.

Therefore, you must escape immediately, the farther you escape, the better.

"snort!"

Zhang Haotian snorted coldly, rushed under his feet and kicked out.

A stone the size of a pebbles was as fast as a surprise and attacked the middle-aged man in black.

"ah!"

With a scream, the middle-aged man in black who was quickly fleeing fell to the ground.

Zhang Haotian quickly walked over and soon arrived at the middle-aged man in black. He picked him up under the terrified gaze of the middle-aged man in black.

He didn't say anything, but suddenly took action, and only heard two crisp sounds of "slap" and two loud slaps fell on the face of the middle-aged man in black.

No matter how many times it is, it is not wrong to slap a few times in the face when you come up.

"Aren't you going to refine me into a corpse slave? Why don't you refine me anymore!"

"Why don't you talk anymore? Say, keep talking, aren't you very powerful? Didn't you let the zombies kill all the people in Xinghua Village? Where are your zombies? They call out..."

As Zhang Haotian spoke, he slapped the middle-aged man in black in the face twice.

After two slaps, the middle-aged man in black printed two red palm prints on his cheeks, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"You kill me!"

The middle-aged man in black looked very backbone and stared at Zhang Haotian with vicious eyes.

However, Zhang Haotian smiled slightly, then waved his arms, and then slapped several times on the face of the middle-aged man in black.

Under this circumstance, the cheeks of the middle-aged man in black quickly became swollen and he was beaten into a pig's head by Zhang Haotian.

"Bastard, if you have the guts, kill me."

The middle-aged man in black roared with fierce eyes.

"It's not that easy to die. The Great Zhou Law stipulates that killing more than ten innocent people will be subject to lingchi, so you won't die now, and I won't kill you."

"You dare!!!"

After hearing what Zhang Haotian said, the middle-aged man in black suddenly changed his face. His previous ferocity was gone for a moment, and he was replaced by incomparable horror.

Lingchi is also called "Lingchi", commonly known as "cut into pieces by thousands of knives", which means cutting a living person to death with one knife and one knife. It is the most terrifying punishment of the Great Zhou Empire.

Lingchi's method is to use an extremely sharp knife to cut the flesh of the whole body, so that there is no intact skin on the whole body. Some tortured people were cut to pieces and their flesh were gone, and their mouths and eyes were still moving; their internal organs were dug out, and the painful moans had not stopped.

There are restrictions on the number of knives to be punished, and there are a total of three thousand knives. The person being punished must be kept awake and completed by the three thousand knives. The last knives must be the last knives to end the life of the murderer. If the number of knives is cut too much or less, the executioner may be punished.

"Haha, even if you dare to scare me..."

While speaking, Zhang Haotian picked up the embroidered sword and raised the limbs of the middle-aged man in black, and directly cut off his tendons. In this way, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to escape.
Chapter completed!