Spiritual recovery: I become stronger by collecting anger

"Chu Feng!"

Yun Jing's voice came, and the moment the ghost-faced corpse's sword touched him, a sword with white clouds all over its body blocked his front, with thunder and lightning rolling above it.

Clang——

A sound almost like the collision of two metals resounded throughout the space, and the powerful air wave lifted Chu Feng, who was very close, several tens of meters away, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough!"

Chu Feng coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The power of the stars in his body was slowly repairing the damage on his body.

"Chu Feng, are you okay?" Blood from Yunjing's tiger's mouth continued to drip onto the ground, and his face was pale.

"It's okay. You can leave quickly. You don't need to worry about me." Chu Feng said.

"No, we are classmates, I won't leave you behind." Yunjing said firmly.

"If you were a woman and said this to me in times of crisis, maybe I would fall in love with you." Chu Feng joked helplessly.

"Can't men do it?" Yunjing turned his head and asked doubtfully.

Chu Feng: "..."

"no!"

"Oh, okay!" Yun Jing's tone was obviously disappointed and slightly disappointing.

Chu Feng felt the heat in his chest, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

If you do this, what difference do you make between yourself and a gay?

Impressively.

The figure of the ghost-faced corpse was flashing with red light, and his expression was filled with extreme madness.

Yun Jing took a deep breath, and the aura on his body suddenly lingered around him. The sword energy trembled in the air, and his whole body was as sharp as a really sharp sword, indestructible.

"Chu Feng, I'll stop him. You hurry up and recover from your injuries." Yun Jing said with a firm expression.

buzzing.

Yunjing slashed with his sword, and the sword energy suddenly grew dozens of feet in the air. The thunderstorm above attached to the white mist-like sword energy, and Yunjing's eyes flashed with the sound of thunder and lightning.

The thunderous sword energy formed a strong contrast with the ghost-faced corpse's figure of less than three meters, giving people a strong visual impact.

The ghost-faced corpse had no intention of evading at all, but its speed in the air suddenly accelerated a few points again.

A click.

The ghost-faced corpse was split in half right in the middle, and countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

Did you make it?

Everyone who was already nervous looked happy. Looking at the people who had been divided into two halves, there was a sense of surprise in them.

Chu Feng looked nervously at the ghost-faced corpse that was split in half, and secretly clenched his hands.

The same is true for cloudscapes.

The aura has locked it to death, but their intuition tells them that this gold-level ghost-faced zombie may not die so easily.

next second.

The faces of everyone who were still in surprise suddenly turned pale. All the joy just now disappeared, leaving only endless fear in their hearts.

In their horrified eyes, what could be seen was the body of the ghost-faced corpse that had been chopped into two halves. The flesh and blood turned into countless pieces of blood, which began to intertwine with each other. The original face was cut into two halves, and the head fell to the ground. The whole body stood up strangely, and then the flesh and blood continued to be squeezed, and finally slowly recovered.

During the whole process, the ghost-faced corpse still had a ferocious smile on its lips, and the killing intent on his body was unreservedly released, as if he was a real god of death at this time.

"Run... run!" Someone in the crowd shouted with a trembling voice.

next second.

This group of Yanhuang people all started running in panic. Some of them had weak legs and feet and stumbled away from the door.

But at this time, the space was blocked by ghost-faced corpses, so how could they be given a chance to escape.

The ghost-faced corpse ignored them, and its figure flickered in the space. In the blink of an eye, it came to Chu Feng's side, smiling coldly: "Haha, guess..."

"I guess you're paralyzed!" Chu Feng spat on his face.

Yunjing pierced his body with a thunder sword, but soon a powerful force was released from the body of the ghost-faced corpse. Both Chu Feng and Yunjing were knocked away dozens of meters, and they fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. .

"Damn, there's such a huge difference in strength, and yet I beat you to paralysis. You're a piece of shit instructor, and you're a stupid ghost-faced zombie. If I were a silver-level guy, how could I be beaten like this? At the very least, I'd have to bite off a piece of your flesh. .”

Chu Feng's brain was beginning to become messy at this time, and the aura on his body began to become unstable, but he still forced himself to calm down and let his brain work rapidly.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will really be doomed.

Being calm at this time may not necessarily lead to a way out, but if you don't calm down, you will definitely die.

Chu Feng's whole head was turned into a mess at this time, and then he gave himself a hard slap and forcibly pulled his brain back.

At this time, Chu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, because he felt that the star map in his mind was absorbing the power of the stars in his body, and it seemed that... the second star was about to light up.

"Yanyan, what should I do? I don't want to die here." Yang Manman looked pale and speechless as she watched the ghost-faced zombies constantly attacking the people who were running away.

"I...we can't die here. At worst, if we fight it, there will be no way out." Yan Yanyan was also frightened at this time, biting her red lips, and then shouted stubbornly.

"Ah~ I don't want to die."

"No, please let me go..."

The entire space was in chaos at this time, and the same was true for the instructors outside.

Chu Feng suddenly shouted: "Yunjing, Yan Yanyan, help me hold this guy down, believe me!"

Chu Feng's voice at this time was like a sea-fixing needle in the chaos, making the originally panicked crowd seem to have found a pillar of support.

"But......"

"Whether you are a fucking man or not, I'm not afraid of you!" Yang Manman trembled with her legs and glared at him and roared: "We have no way out. All we have this time is to believe in Chu Feng."

"Beast, taste my whip!" Yan Yanyan roared, and the entire whip turned into countless flame afterimages, bombarding the ghost-faced corpse like a violent storm.

Each fire whip can cause a burn to its body, but the ghost-faced corpse's laughter is still cold and crazy, and even with the blow of the whip, the aura on its body becomes more chaotic and crazy.

The ghost-faced corpse looked at Yan Yanyan, and the red in his eyes turned even scarlet.

"Hahaha!" It yelled wildly, its entire body turned into a red light, and rushed towards Yan Yanyan.