492: C492 The Black Hand Controlling the Warrior

C492 The Black Hand Controlling the Warrior

Lin Lang couldn't help but feel curious. He never thought that the Armored Martial Cultivator in front of him would give him the Ganjiang Sword so easily.

Facing such a rare opportunity, Lin Lang immediately stretched out his hand and caught the sword hilt. The Armored Martial Cultivator took a big step forward and slapped it with his right hand.

Lin Lang was caught off guard and forcefully kicked him. Although it didn't have much of an effect, it still reduced his injuries.

"What exactly is it? It's a trick. "

Lin Lang immediately stabbed his opponent in the chest, hitting his opponent in the chest and forcing him to take a step back.

The Armored Martial Cultivator grabbed the sword from Lin Lang's hand, and a small amount of blood flowed out from his heart. Lin Lang reacted quickly and threw a punch at his chest.

He didn't expect the opponent's attack to reach his chest first. Lin Lang blocked the attack with his hand and grabbed the opponent's arm that was holding the sword.

At the same time, he stabbed the opponent's body with his right hand and stabbed the opponent's left shoulder. He didn't expect the opponent's strength to exceed his endurance.

With a frown, Lin Lang knew that even if he used all of his strength, he still wouldn't be able to withstand it. He wouldn't be able to match his opponent's strength. This attack didn't work, and Lin Lang's confidence was severely affected.

Moreover, the opponent moved slightly backwards, and Lin Lang lost his balance. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

His opponent fiercely stabbed Lin Lang in the heart. Lin Lang dodged to the side, and at the same time, he used his right arm to tightly bind his opponent's hand that was holding the sword.

Seeing that the opponent still had the strength to struggle, Lin Lang immediately changed the direction of the grip. He moved slightly downwards and firmly grabbed the opponent's wrist.

The opponent twitched a few times but was unable to pull it out. Instead, he raised his knee and kicked towards Lin Lang. Lin Lang was unable to dodge and could only slightly adjust the angle of his body to avoid the opponent's fierce attack.

After that, Lin Lang continued to grab onto the opponent's wrist, trying to rely on all the strength in his body to pull the opponent's only right hand that could attack him.

If this move succeeded, all of his opponent's attacks would be broken in an instant, and one of his arms would be crippled.

However, the Armored Martial Cultivator had rich combat experience, and it had a clear understanding of Lin Lang's intention. It took a slight step forward, and all of Lin Lang's plans were resolved.

Lin Lang wasn't discouraged that his attack didn't hit its target. Immediately after, he tripped his opponent's leg and firmly grabbed his right wrist. Finally, his opponent fell to the ground.

The two of them rolled together, and Lin Lang held him back. If his opponent's arm could move, then. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . *

The spinning top watched the battle between the two of them and stopped its search. It came to their side, showing no intention of stirring up the battle.

Lin Lang said, "Don't attack anymore. I don't want to be your enemy either. I only want the Ganjiang Sword in your hand. Give it to me, and we'll settle the score. "

The other party's tone was vague and unclear, and he could only make a series of 'hehe' sounds.

Lin Lang did not have the time to wear the translation headphones at the moment, and he could not hear what he was trying to do.

"Do you agree or not? If you agree, just nod your head. If you don't agree, shake your head. "

The other party didn't seem to care about Lin Lang at all. Not only was he struggling, but he was also roaring wildly at Lin Lang.

Lin Lang had used all of his skills, but he couldn't move his opponent at all. He could only endure the attack of the opponent, even though he believed that with his Heavenly Eye, he would be able to predict the outcome of the battle in an instant, especially each of his opponent's attacks.

Initially, he thought that it wasn't impossible to defeat his opponent, but his attacks were focused on speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Lin Lang could only grasp speed and accuracy, but he couldn't break through his opponent's armor. Without the support of ruthlessness, no matter how Lin Lang bared his fangs and brandished his claws, it wouldn't help him.

The armor of the warrior in front of him was extremely hard. Even the strongest attack he could use might not be able to break through it.

Moreover, his opponent was much more experienced than him. Lin Lang suffered too many losses. Soon, he was beaten until he was bleeding.

Moreover, such an intense battle consumed a lot of physical strength. Lin Lang's stomach was empty. Under the pressure of hunger and cold, no matter how hard he fought, it was all in vain.

Until the end, he could not withstand the energy of the attack. Lin Lang's whole body felt sore and weak, and the pain was unbearable.

However, his opponent was an iron man who would never run out of strength. He did not show any signs of exhaustion. He maintained the same vigorous energy and strength as before.0

The battle between the two gradually changed from Lin Lang gaining the upper hand to being defeated repeatedly. The Armored Martial Cultivator leapt high into the air, and used its knee to fiercely smash at Lin Lang who was on the ground.

When Lin Lang barely dodged, he was tripped by something. He looked down and found that it was a rusted blade that had already decayed to the extreme. The sword hilt was grasped and stabbed towards the Armored Martial Cultivator's abdomen.

The Armored Martial Cultivator made a strange sound and then collapsed to the ground. It was as if a living person with flesh and blood had turned into a stiff corpse.

Lin Lang looked at the rusted saber in his hand. Although it had decayed, it was still alive and dead. The rusted saber had pierced through the vital parts of the Armored Martial Cultivator.

Lin Lang only felt that it was very strange. When it stabbed into the Armored Martial Cultivator, there was not a trace of blood flowing out. The blade quickly turned into real rust and fell onto the ground.

There was only a black hole left on the Armored Martial Cultivator's wound. After a while, an undetectable little bug drilled out from the wound and quickly escaped.

Even if Lin Lang opened his thousand mile vision to the extreme, he still couldn't see where this bug was running to.

"What's going on? Could it be that this little bug is the true master?" Looking at the dead corpse of the Armored Martial Cultivator, Lin Lang asked in bewilderment.

Jin Bo kept looking at the corpse of the Armored Martial Cultivator from top to bottom. After thinking for a while, he finally sent a voice transmission to Lin Lang. "If my guess is correct, the Armored Martial Cultivator that fought with you just now was just a zombie. "

"What did you say? Zombie, how could such a strange thing appear in a room with only a few dozen corpses?"

Lin Lang naturally knew that the probability of a zombie appearing was extremely low, perhaps even one in ten thousand. He didn't even know if a zombie could be found in the ruins of Fengdu City.

Jin Bo said, "Although I am a soul, I have never seen a mutated zombie. I didn't expect to see a zombie in a different world at such an old age. Kid, you are really lucky. "

"Jin Bo, what are you talking about? What is so good about this kind of thing?" Lin Lang was a little angry.

Jin Bo could not help sighing. "Thinking back to that year, he said. In the era I lived in, there were also people who could refine zombies. Moreover, which one of those people was not a person with extraordinary talent? They would at least have several decades of skill. "

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