Doomsday Manor Owner

Many mutants in the city were all talking about it. Whether they were sincere or not, they all praised Zhuang Lun.

These thousands of sets of sword techniques are of similar difficulty. In order to facilitate the formation of sword formations, the number of people learning each sword technique is about the same. In order to successfully resist the zombie wave in more than ten days, everyone practices hard.

It has been almost three months since the end of the world. Even the most common zombies have mid-level strength. Coupled with the endless number, just thinking about it makes people feel despair.

But now there is no way out. If the zombie wave cannot be stopped, the survival base will perish. If all the survival bases perish, the entire human race will perish.

After announcing the many sword techniques, Zhuang Lun stopped caring about the many mutants in the city. Instead, he calmed down and conducted in-depth research on the twenty sets of sword techniques in his mind.

With the support of the martial arts perception of a fifth-level warrior, those things in swordsmanship that Zhuang Lun could not comprehend at first began to be slowly understood.

In the mind, there were twenty figures that did not interfere with each other. Two figures first moved closer to each other, and finally slowly merged together.

"boom!"

At the moment when the fusion was completed, Zhuang Lun only felt a change in the world, and then he appeared in a strange environment, with countless towering mountains. In the sky above many mountains, a man in a green shirt stood with a sword in his back.

Zhuang Lun looked up and saw that the face of the man in green shirt was blurred and he couldn't make out his appearance clearly. Looking along his line of sight, he saw a huge mountain gate standing there, with two giant swords rising to the sky on both sides.

It was the mountain gate of the Qingcheng Sword Sect that Zhuang Lun had seen before.

The man in green shirt slowly pulled out the long sword from his back and started to dance it gently. At the beginning, it was still very sluggish, as if he had just started to learn swordsmanship.

Zhuang Lun had a look of confusion on his face, wondering what the use of the sword technique used by the man in green shirt was.

But after a while, Zhuang Lun's expression began to change, because although the swordsmanship of the man in blue did not change, it became smoother and even began to have a strong sense of rhythm.

Judging from the intention of the man in green shirt, could it be that he wanted to demonstrate this set of swordsmanship from the basics to the final advanced level? Zhuang Lun had a guess in his mind.

The man in green shirt was still using his sword skills, but compared to the beginning, it was completely different.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew by. Suddenly, dozens of monks appeared around the man in green shirt. They each released their flying swords and attacked the man in green shirt.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"...

The long sword in the man's hand was constantly blocking around him. No matter how tricky the angle of the flying sword was, the man in the green shirt could easily block it.

This scene is very similar to the battle between Zhuang Lun and Lu Gang.

Zhuang Lun was very sure that the swordsmanship level of the man in green shirt at this time should be the level of his own fighting skills at this time.

He couldn't wait to know what the man in green's swordsmanship would be next.

If Zhuang Lun had learned it in the training space, he would have to die many times before he could learn the secret to the next level from his opponent.

In Zhuang Lun's expectation, the group of people who besieged the man in green shirt had all been killed by him.

Immediately afterwards, dozens more figures appeared. This time, their sword control methods were more sophisticated and their flying swords were faster.

Zhuang Lun wondered whether he could resist it in this situation, and then he was very frustrated to find that the speed of the flying sword was too fast, and even his body's natural reaction could not avoid it.

But the performance of the man in green shirt surprised Zhuang Lun.

I saw that the man in green shirt was still the same as before. The speed of swinging the sword was not faster than before, but he could easily block the flying sword every time when it was about to approach.

It was as if those flying swords were actively hitting the flying sword in his hand.

"No, this man in green shirt has changed. It's like he has extended his body's senses. Within a certain range, he can automatically react to attacks whenever there is an attack."

"So this is the next level of combat skills?"

Zhuang Lun looked at the man in blue shirt with shining eyes, feeling that he had gained a lot this time. But then he frowned again.

This time I wanted to learn the swordsmanship. Looking at it now, I don’t see anything outstanding about this swordsmanship.

The man in green shirt had just killed these dozen people, when hundreds of monks appeared from the opposite side, and then released a large number of dense flying swords.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Lun's expression suddenly changed.

Faced with such absolute power, Zhuang Lun was afraid that he would be cut into pieces in an instant. In this case, his fighting skills would be of little use.

Even with the level of swordsmanship that the Qingshan man showed just now, Zhuang Lun didn't believe that he could withstand these flying swords.

Under Zhuang Lun's gaze, the long sword in the hand of the man in blue drew a mysterious and complicated trajectory, slowly stretched forward, and slashed towards the numerous flying swords in the air.

"This swordsmanship..."

Zhuang Lun was a little dazed. This swordsmanship was neither gorgeous nor earth-shattering, but the moment the man in blue swung his sword, he clearly felt the changes around him.

The air in the world suddenly solidified, and an invisible thing condensed on the sword of the man in green shirt. As the man in green shirt swung his sword, this invisible thing moved towards those flying swords.

The many flying swords that were originally fierce and murderous seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell to the ground one after another. No matter how the monks behind them urged them, those flying swords could not fly again.

The long sword in the hand of the man in green shirt still did not stop and continued to swing forward. The hundreds of monks seemed to be under tremendous pressure, bleeding from their orifices and exploding to death.

"Huh——, taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth, it is so majestic that it fills the sky. Is this the true meaning of this sword technique?"

Zhuang Lun's eyes flashed with enthusiasm as he murmured to himself.

The man in green shirt standing in the air began to use his sword skills again. Zhuang Lun watched seriously as the sword skills of the man in green shirt changed from sluggish to smooth, over and over again.

Just when Zhuang Lun was studying the sword techniques, many mutants in the city had also mastered one of the thousands of sets of sword techniques, and even those with excellent understanding had begun to understand the meaning of the sword.

According to the different sword techniques they chose, those mutants began to group up and form sword formations to get familiar with and train with each other.

After many mutants form a sword formation, they go hunting zombies outside the city. This can not only improve some attributes, but also allow for better actual combat training.

In the intensive training, more than ten days passed quickly.

On this day, just after dawn, Alves' arrogant voice sounded in the sky above the earth.

"Ants, after three months of living a safe life, you should truly understand the cruelty of this world. The zombie wave has begun to attack the city. This zombie wave will attack the city... It will last for one month. If you can't survive the zombie wave,

If you attack the city, you will only have one end...the city will be destroyed and people will be destroyed!"

As soon as Alves finished speaking, the restrictions of those special areas on the earth disappeared in an instant. The various insect zombie groups, zombie beasts and zombie groups that were gathered together all moved towards the survival closest to them.

The base rushes away.

"Sister Jing, Zhuang Lun hasn't come out yet, what should we do?"

Qiao Wenxin looked at Wu Jing anxiously. Zhuang Lun had been in seclusion for more than a month, and they didn't dare to disturb him at all.

"Don't worry, Zhuang Lun may be making a breakthrough. We can't disturb him until the last moment."

Although Wu Jing's face was a little anxious, she still suppressed her uneasiness and spoke calmly.

Seeing Wu Jing's performance, Sang Rong nodded gently, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. No matter how talented Wu Jing was, this calmness was extremely rare.

"Yun Jia, you stay here and don't allow anyone to disturb Zhuang Lun's retreat. Any trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

After comforting the emotions of the women, Wu Jing turned to Ban Yunjia and gave instructions.

Wu Jing took a deep breath and glanced at the women around her, her eyes very firm.

"As for us, let's go to the city wall now, command the mutants in the city, and prepare to resist the coming zombie wave. This is Zhuang Lun's city, and we have to defend it for him!"