The apricot yellow flag in Uncle Ying's hand flew out again. This time the flags flew out in total nine sides, all of which were inserted beside Zhao Kuo, forming a small nine-gua pattern.

When Zhao Kuo saw Uncle Ying's formation, the bronze sword in his hand popped out of the scabbard and held it in his hand.

The nine array flags were connected to each other, and bursts of red smoke filled the streets, covering Zhao Kuo's sight in a blink of an eye.

In the formation, Zhao Kuo held the sword and looked around indifferently, while Uncle Ying took out a black flag behind him.

The black flag is painted with a picture of the white tiger roaring in the mountains. The flag, which was originally the size of a palm, changed immediately after being held in Uncle Ying's hand, and became a big flag more than two meters long.

Uncle Ying held the flag and shook his wrist, and the chess face rolled layer by layer on the flagpole, which looked like a spear in Uncle Ying's hand.

Uncle Ying, who had a flag in his hand, seemed to have transformed into a battlefield general. He held the flag in his hand and stepped on the steps of the Bagua Nine Palaces and walked towards Zhao Kuo quickly.

In this Nine Palace Formation, Zhao Kuo seemed to be in a vast fog. However, although Zhao Kuo was called a paper talk, he still had his own reliance on his family.

"Thirty-six strategies, take the lead!"

In this vast fog where nothing could be seen, Zhao Kuo shouted loudly, and the black corpse evil aura on his body rushed out of his body, turning into a big soldier behind him.

"Brush brush..."

As soon as the plan to turn the enemy was released, the red fog beside Zhao Kuo was immediately diluted by the black soldier word. Although the distance was still covered by red fog, within one or two meters around him, something could be seen vaguely.

"bite!"

The sword in Zhao Kuo quickly slashed out, and with one sword, he slashed on the flagpole that Uncle Ying stabbed, forcing Uncle Ying back into the magic circle again.

"The witchcraft warriors from the Yin-Yang family also want to compete with our military strategists! Don't you know that among the hundreds of schools, my military strategists are the only ones who are the ones who are in charge of the battle!"

Zhao Kuo said as he spoke, the word "Soldier" behind him came out again. After the word "Soldier" appeared this time, there was a line of small characters that outsiders could not see at all. The word "Shen Xin" was written on it.

The military strategy is clouded with military strategy, and the attack of the heart is the best. Uncle Ying immediately felt very depressed after listening to Zhao Kuo's words, as if the whole world was trying to persuade him to retreat.

After feeling the thoughts in his heart, Uncle Ying shook his head vigorously, and then bit his tongue.

The pain after the tip of the tongue was bitten, Uncle Ying's mind was lighter. Uncle Ying was experienced in many battles throughout his life, so he knew that Zhao Kuo must be the one who was doing the blame for what he thought just now.

"Check my order flag!"

Uncle Ying grabbed a hand and added a flag. This time he did not go to Zhao Kuo, but instead shot the flag like a hidden weapon.

A sing flag was a flying sword. Although Zhao Kuo could not see the distance clearly, his ears were not deaf. After listening to the sound of breaking through the air in his ears, Zhao Kuo had no intention of taking it. His body suddenly burst backward and listened carefully to the source of the sing flag flying out.

"Thirty-six strategies to hide the world! Thirty-six strategies to replace the pillars!"

Zhao Kuo's words of soldiers were faintly visible, and red smoke also appeared in confusion. These smokes were combined with Uncle Ying's formation. When Uncle Ying looked at it, he, who was originally the leader of the formation, had lost the sensing of the formation and became like Zhao Kuo, in the formation and could not see clearly nothing.

"What a thirty-six strategies!" Uncle Ying also changed his direction in the formation. Now both of them are blind. No one can see anyone in this formation.

"Qimen A technique, the gate of life and death is opened!"

Uncle Ying pinched his hands again, and the entire formation was once again covered by a light shield, and the word "life and death" kept spinning on the light shield.

"Where can you go!" As Uncle Ying pinched his skills and chanted the spell, Zhao Kuo, who was originally motionless, suddenly suddenly burst out, and the sword in his hand was thrown out in the direction of Uncle Ying's voice.

"The Death Gate Reincarnation Gate, the Sheng Gate Turning Jing Gate, Qimen A Technique, Jing Gate Open!"

The spell in Uncle Ying's hand rose again, and Zhao Kuo's bronze sword shot in Uncle Ying's direction was nailed to the position where Uncle Ying was originally standing, but this time Zhao Kuo knew that Uncle Ying had changed his direction with the formation and had been no longer there.

Qimen Dunjia is said to have been taught by Emperor Huangdi Xuanyuan in his sleep. As this is a record of unofficial history, Zhao Kuo knew that the Qimen Dunjia technique was not a small matter. If it weren't for Uncle Ying's Qimen Dunjia just an entry-level, relying solely on this array lock technique would have trapped Zhao Kuo, and there wouldn't be any sound coming out for him to hear it.

The two of them fell silent again in the formation, and both sides confronted each other without saying a word.

"Tait..."

Uncle Ying closed his eyes and listened carefully to the outside of the person's voice, and suddenly the sound of footsteps came five meters in front of him.

After hearing the sound, Uncle Ying snatched the flag in his hand and flipped it, and rushed out like a tiger pounced on a rabbit. He raised his hand and stabbed it at the place where the sound came.

"Crack!"

The flag rushing in felt like it was hitting a stone statue with a hammer. As the sound of the crack, Uncle Ying's face changed and he was about to retreat when he raised his foot.

"I want to leave! It's too late!"

Before Uncle Ying retreated, Zhao Kuo, who had the words "Speaking East and Fighting West" appeared behind him, had already made moves.

Zhao Kuo, who had lost the bronze sword, punched Uncle Ying with one punch. Uncle Ying heard the wind that came and raised the flag in his hand to block it. Then he felt a very strong force coming from the flag, which caught Uncle Ying, who was holding the flag tightly, and was knocked away by Zhao Kuo after touching it.

"Ahem!"

Uncle Ying hit the ground heavily, and the dullness in his chest made him unable to help coughing violently. At this time, Zhao Kuo also followed him again, grabbed Uncle Ying with one in his hand and grabbed Uncle Ying in his hand.

After grabbing Uncle Ying, Zhao Kuo raised his other hand high, and the fist as big as a casserole broke out, and the position was Uncle Ying's head.

"The golden cicada escapes its shell!"

In desperation, Uncle Ying shouted loudly, and Zhao Kuo's fist continued to penetrate Uncle Ying's Taoist robe, but Uncle Ying also disappeared again.

"Hmph! The golden cicada has escaped! I see how many times you can use it!"

Zhao Kuo tore the Taoist robe that he had penetrated with his fist into pieces and threw it to the ground.

"I'm afraid of the cold when I get old. I'm wearing five clothes today, no!"

Uncle Ying's words came from a distance. After hearing this, Zhao Kuo also frowned slightly, because these five clothes meant that Uncle Ying could use the Golden Cicada to escape the shell five times. This is definitely a very troublesome thing to do with Uncle Ying, who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia.

"Damn it, it's so cold tonight!"

Unlike the momentum just now, Uncle Ying was only wearing a piece of underwear on his body, and he was trembling as soon as the wind blew. In addition, the flag hanging on his body and the bells wrapped around his waist made Uncle Ying's look so extraordinary no matter how he looked.

Now it is the hot summer, and people always wear single clothes when traveling. Uncle Ying is not a pervert. He doesn’t wear five or six clothes except for his original clothes. If the situation was not very critical just now, Uncle Ying would not have used the opportunity to escape.

The two fell into silence again. Zhao Kuo seemed to be sure to win, but he was very afraid of the Qimen Dunjia technique, and he was injured himself, but he was not easy to fight with others. The same was true for Uncle Ying on the other side. He also believed that his chances of winning were not great for Uncle Zhao Kuo, who was in thirty-six strategies, and it would be meaningless to continue fighting.

"You are not bad, you are a warlock. If the Japanese general is not a zombie, but is in the tent of the army, you will be doomed!" Zhao Kuo snorted coldly, and he looked like you had taken advantage of it.

"The general was joking. If I hadn't gone out in a hurry today and hadn't brought the artifacts to open the altar, you wouldn't have the strength to brag here with me!"

Uncle Ying is 86 years old this year. Uncle Ying has lost in his life, but he has never lost. So after hearing Zhao Kuo's words, Uncle Ying immediately sarcastically said that he had not done his best.

A cold wind blew, and the cool breeze at night made Uncle Ying, who was only underwear, tremble. The momentum that had just pointed out to the mountains and rivers disappeared without a trace.

"The future is long, let's leave today!"

Zhao Kuo said in a deep voice, and after hearing this, Uncle Ying nodded silently, acquiesced to the point where he could not do anything to anyone if he continued to fight.

"General, you are also a famous person. This killing and sucking blood is contrary to the harmony. On the day of goodbye, you and I will be separated from life and death!"

Uncle Ying took a few steps back, and with a move of the formation flag in his hand, it flew back to Uncle Ying's hand. After Uncle Ying's formation flag disappeared, the original red fog gradually faded, and the streets appeared in the eyes of the two again.

"It's against the will of heaven! Do you don't have to eat when you are this general? It's so funny!"

After seeing Uncle Ying withdrawing the formation, Zhao Kuo didn't say anything more. He turned around and held the bronze sword he had originally shot in his hand, turned his back to Uncle Ying, and disappeared in front of Uncle Ying without looking back, looking so calm.

"What a military general, what a thirty-six strategies!"

Uncle Ying looked at the direction where Zhao Kuo disappeared for a long time. When he turned around, he saw Chen Jialuo staring at him with wide eyes.

"What do you think! Take off the clothes and give them to me. If I hadn't come in time today, you wouldn't have enough to kill that person!"

Uncle Ying was angry when he saw Chen Jialuo's eyes. He couldn't help but take a few steps forward and grab Chen Jialuo's clothes.

"Master, I'll just give you a top, you have to keep the pants for me!"

"Master, don't take off my pants, don't take off my pants!"

............

Zhou Xingxing was sitting outside in the garbage station at this moment watching Xingxing. It was not that he didn't want to sleep and came out to play literature, but that Fatty Chen's snoring was too strong. The snoring was like thunder, which made Zhou Xingxing unable to fall asleep for half a night.

"Who!" Zhou Xingxing, who was originally counting stars, suddenly sat up and asked coldly, while a figure slowly walked from afar and returned in a deep voice; "It's me!"

"The general came back very early today! How about it, you'll gain a lot!"

Seeing that the person coming was Zhao Kuo, Zhou Xingxing asked with a sarcastic look on his face, obviously dissatisfied with Zhao Kuo going out to suck people's blood every night.

"Today I met a master! A Yin-Yang sorcerer who is proficient in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams!"

After Zhao Kuo came from afar, he sat directly beside Zhou Xingxing, and Zhou Xingxing asked with confusion on his face, "How tall is it!"

"At least six or seven floors are as high as that. If I hadn't been injured when I was fighting with that man the day before yesterday, I would have shown him his head today!"

When Zhao Kuo talked about that person, he couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face, and listening to his words, Zhou Xingxing also had some clues about the strength of the few people.

Although the brown bear brand Loli Meijiao is only seven years old, she is firmly ranked first among the people Zhou Xingxing knows. As a zombie, Zhou Xingxing thinks that she has little chance of winning. In addition, the Yin-Yang magician Zhao Kuo mentioned, Zhou Xingxing, who was originally conceited to hide in the city, was shocked to find that he was at the end of the world.

"I plan to go back there, I want you to help me!"

Zhao Kuo said seriously to Zhou Xingxing, but Zhou Xingxing glanced at Zhao Kuo without answering for a moment.

"Although I feel frightened there, my ability to resurrect as a zombie may not be related to it. I want to go back again because I can feel that there is a treasure in the place where the big man is sleeping!"

"Who is that person? Do you know what the treasure is?" Zhou Xingxing did not answer or not, but asked his own question.

"I don't know, but I can feel an irresistible force when I sleep. That force turned into a golden dragon in my mind, so I think that person might be one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, otherwise it would be impossible for the golden dragon to sleep with him after death!"

"Puff, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors!"

Zhou Xingxing burst out laughing with a squeak, looking at Zhao Kuo without blinking.

Zhao Kuo nodded silently and said in a deep voice, "That's all, that place existed before I died, and besides the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, I can't think of anyone who will have a golden dragon to accompany me after I die!"

"Brother, you haven't woken up! You Zhao Kuo is so powerful after becoming a zombie. If you are buried there, you won't have to mess up after they get up!"
To be continued...