In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

The frozen land is vast and the moment is long gone.

When the Iron Vanguard's ice claws were about to touch Ji Bing's face, it seemed as if the time of the entire world was slowed down at this moment.

In Ji Bing's sight, the speed of the Iron Vanguard was getting slower and slower.

Until his ice claws stopped in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from Ji Bing.

It was as if the pause button was pressed, and time and space came to a standstill.

Freeze everything, even the flowing and disordered time and space, cannot escape the power of ice controlled by Snow Buried Frost Feathers.

The spiritual power in Ji Bing's body was also being consumed at a terrifying speed.

She must seize this brief moment to resolve the impending crisis.

So, Ji Bing moved.

She twisted her wrist, causing the blade of Snow Buried Frost Feather to touch the ice claws of Iron Vanguard.

The pair of sharp ice claws shattered instantly, turning into countless glittering ice crystal fragments suspended in the air.

These ice crystal fragments are equally sharp, each emitting a cold and chilling light.

Under the control of the plant spiritual power released by Ji Bing, the ice crystal fragments adjusted their directions one after another, aiming at every weak point on the Iron Vanguard's body.

She then drew back the Ice Sword, held it at her side, and aimed the sharp blade of the Snow Burial Frost Feather at the heart of the Iron Vanguard.

"Wow, this is such an eye-opener for me tonight!"

Whether it is Ji Bing who is on high alert and ready to make a fatal move, or Xue Zang Shuang Ling who is concentrating on manipulating power.

They didn't notice that in this time and space that should have been stagnant, there was a person who was not affected by the power of ice, but was watching the battle with great interest.

Mo Chen's eyes glowed as he stared closely at the battlefield in the backyard, not daring to even blink, for fear of missing any details.

"This sword is really something, it makes me want to get one to play with.

But is it my illusion? It feels like time has slowed down a lot..."

Let’s ignore Mo Chen’s complaints and the small details about why he is not affected by the stagnation of time and space for now, and let’s return to the battle between Ji Bing and Iron Vanguard.

At this moment, time and space have resumed the flow.

In Iron Vanguard's imagination, he only needed to swing his ice claws hard to leave three scars on Ji Bing's face, and then let her dye her hair and COS the Four Emperors of a certain comic.

Unfortunately, ideals are still full, but reality is still very skinny.

When Iron Vanguard reacted, he found that his fist had only grazed Ji Bing's nose.

However, the icy claws on his hands, which were formed by the power of zombie spirits, had disappeared without a trace.

Wait, when?

Damn, where are my crampons?

The Iron Vanguard was suddenly startled, because out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the sharp cold rays that were suspended in the air around him and were still flashing continuously.

The next moment, Ji Bing used all his spiritual power to control these ice crystal fragments and shot them towards the Iron Vanguard.

Countless ice crystal fragments seemed to have life, rushing towards the iron vanguard that they were firmly locked on.

In an instant, the Iron Vanguard understood what it meant to be "cut into pieces".

The exposed skin was cut by the ice crystal fragments, and black blood gushed out instantly.

But the exposed blood was soon frozen by the passing ice crystal fragments, forming black ice mixed with blood.

The black ice was shattered by the ice crystal fragments that came for the third time, and blood flowed out again, but it could not escape the fate of being frozen again.

Even the Iron Vanguard's steel armor had many parts shattered by the sweeping ice crystal fragments.

As for the zombie's body hidden under the armor in these parts, it became riddled with holes in a short while and collapsed at the slightest touch.

Such erratic attacks, accompanied by extreme pain in the flesh, made the Iron Vanguard feel that life was worse than death.

Ji Bing is very good at cutting and lingchi, and the blood flag before him has a deep understanding of this.

As a captain of the empire, Iron Vanguard should also enjoy the same treatment as Blood Flag, just as revenge for the plant spirits who died tragically at the hands of this Iron Vanguard.

Of course, using countless shattered ice crystal fragments to execute the enemy by slow slicing is also one of the many skills that Xuezang Shuangling taught Ji Bing.

"Using numbers to gain an absolute advantage over one's own side is what 'Thousand Blades Return to One' is best at.

It is also one of the twelve swords, and I don't mind 'borrowing' his moves at all."

Listening to Xuezang Shuangling's chattering in his ear, the Iron Vanguard in front of Ji Bing suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood.

At this moment, he is like a candle in the wind, heading towards death.

After Iron Vanguard triggered the recovery effect of Jedi Counterattack, the spiritual power in his body was completely exhausted.

This also means one thing, the severely injured Iron Vanguard can no longer rely on the zombie spiritual power in his body to recover, and can no longer use his own chosen skills.

The ice claw attack just now was his final attack.

"It's time to finish."

Ji Bing did not hesitate. He activated his plant spiritual power to control the ice crystal fragments that had fallen to the ground around him to rise into the air and gather again on the Snow Burial Frost Feathers.

The ice sword with countless ice crystal fragments entangled on it was also raised again by Ji Bing.

With a powerful thrust forward, the sharp tip of the knife broke through the defense of the steel armor and went straight through the heart of the Iron Vanguard.

The battle-hardened flesh and blood body is on the verge of collapse, and the invincible steel armor has been shattered.

This imperial captain, who was still confident of victory before the war, is still the invincible iron vanguard.

Now, like an old man about to die, he is about to reach the end of his life.

But even so, he still stood there with his cold and ruthless iron will, standing in front of Ji Bing and a group of plant spirit warriors.

He didn't kneel down and beg for mercy while crying, nor did he go crazy and give up on himself.

Some people just greet their own death gloriously with the toughest attitude in their life.

"Defeated, but still honorable..."

The Iron Pioneer's faint whisper reached the ears of Ji Bing, who was closest to him.

He was defeated, but he lived up to his honor as an imperial soldier.

"You are a worthy opponent."

After the battle, Ji Bing relaxed and expressed his thoughts to Iron Vanguard.

It was past midnight and the storm had intensified.

Only that body of flesh and blood, which was no different from steel, still stood amidst the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"He is indeed a qualified imperial soldier."

Odin, who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, sighed and put his command knife back into the sheath.

"The general has a point."

Kevin on the side nodded and gave his own evaluation.

"It's finally over..."

Having successfully survived the attack on the rainy night, Mo Chen was actually still a little reluctant to leave.

He took a sip of the coffee that Rosemary had just brought him and was about to give the order for Ji Bing to capture the other party alive.

But before Mo Chen could speak, Xiao Da suddenly teleported to his side.

Wendy in mid-air also noticed something and landed next to Mo Chen.

"Mo Chen, don't make things complicated. I have detected a new batch of imperial troops approaching the manor!"

"Ms. Wisdom Tree is right. The wind brought the same news."

New Imperial troops? Is the rainy night attack not over yet?

Mo Chen didn't have time to think about it, and immediately gave Ji Bing an order: "Forget it, just execute him directly, it won't be considered unfair to him."

Ji Bing nodded after receiving the order, raised the Snow Burial Frost Feather in his hand, and chopped it down hard on the neck of the Iron Vanguard.

The fall of the head heralded the end of this rainy night attack.

At the same time, the imperial captain who led a group of imperial troops to Manor No. 5905 suddenly stopped advancing.