Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Ignoring his chest injury, Lin Bei rushed forward using the Yu Step technique.

"Breaking evil!"

"Broken bone!"

"Slay the demon!"

Three swords were unleashed in quick succession, their sword energy crisscrossing, blocking the three weasels.

Shi Shaojian bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Bagua mirror.

"The Eight Trigrams shine with golden light, impervious to all evil!"

The Bagua mirror burst forth with dazzling golden light, twice as bright as before.

As the golden light swept across, two century-old weasels were struck, their chests pierced by the golden light, and they died a gruesome death!

But Shi Shaojian was not in good shape either. After spitting out this mouthful of blood, his legs felt weak, his face was pale, and he could hardly stand up.

Taking advantage of his weakness, a gray weasel pounced on him from behind and scratched his back with one claw.

Tear!

The Taoist robe was torn open with a large tear, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and a lot of blood flowed out!

Shi Shaojian grunted, staggered forward a few steps, and knelt on one knee.

"Senior brother!"

Lin Bei roared and forced back the weasel in front of him with a sword, then rushed over to help Shi Shaojian.

Shi Shaojian's wound on his back was so deep that the bone was visible, and the blood kept flowing.

"I'm fine, I won't die." Shi Shaojian gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, but he still gripped the Bagua mirror tightly in his hand.

The gray weasel pounced again.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Bei swung his sword, but the gray weasel dodged it by tilting its head and scratching Lin Bei's arm with its claw.

"what!"

Three more bloody marks appeared on Lin Bei's arm, and he almost dropped the Ghost-Slaying Sword.

The gray weasel licked the blood from its paws, its eyes filled with greed: "Little Taoist, your blood is truly delicious!"

The gray weasel only licked the blood, and its demonic energy began to stir slightly.

"You beasts!"

"Seventh Form of the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique: Pierce the Heart!"

Lin Bei also began to fight desperately. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Ghost-Slaying Sword. The sword instantly became covered with a layer of golden light. Then, he slapped the end of the sword, and the Ghost-Slaying Sword shot towards the gray-haired weasel!

Upon seeing such a terrifying sword light, the gray weasel's fur stood on end instantly, and it let out a terrified howl!

Then it spewed out a strong demonic aura, crashing into the sword light.

However, this demonic aura was instantly torn apart by the sword light and then shot towards the weasel's den.

puff!

A terrifying sword beam pierced through the gray weasel's chest in its terrified gaze, and the life force in its eyes quickly faded.

"Junior brother, awesome!" Shi Shaojian shouted excitedly. His jump aggravated the wound on his back, making him wince in pain.

Before the two brothers could catch their breath, two century-old weasels, one red and one black, pounced at the same time.

Lin Bei blocked the red one with his sword, but the black one bit at his neck from the side.

Just then, a bolt of lightning shot from afar, striking the black weasel precisely. The lightning exploded, blasting the weasel into dust!

Lin Bei turned his head and saw Shi Jian's battlefield in the distance. While dealing with Huang San Niang, he also managed to create an opening and unleash a lightning spell in their direction.

"Focus on the enemy, don't get distracted!" Shi Jian's voice came over.

That's what they said, but Lin Bei and the other two had already used up all their magic power and were now relying entirely on Tai Chi to hold on!

The two performed their Tai Chi routine flawlessly, but the weasel still managed to find an opening.

"Go to hell!"

A weasel over two hundred years old rushed up to Lin Bei, its paws radiating a strong demonic aura, and patted his chest.

The force of that claw was astonishing. Lin Bei felt as if he had been hit by a giant beast. He flew more than ten meters and crashed into the courtyard wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

puff!

"Junior brother!" Shi Shaojian wanted to rush over to help him, but was blocked by the weasel that rushed over.

"You killed my youngest descendant, you shall pay with your life!"

The weasel, over two hundred years old, roared and pounced, its sharp claws slashing at Lin Bei's neck.

At the critical moment, Lin Bei tilted his head to the side, and the sharp claws slashed three bloody marks on Lin Bei's face!

"Die, you block punch!" Lin Bei ignored his injuries and threw a punch!

squeak!

The weasel let out a miserable cry and was sent flying more than ten meters away by the punch, spitting out blood from its mouth!

The weasel glared venomously at Lin Bei, then opened its mouth and spewed out a breath of black demonic energy, enveloping Lin Bei.

"Heaven and earth, in their natural order, disperse all impurities!"

Lin Bei forcibly gathered a wisp of magical power, made a hand seal with his left hand, and barely managed to dispel the demonic energy. However, the aftershocks of the demonic energy still made him dizzy and his vision went black.

Another century-old weasel rushed in from the side and bit Lin Bei's calf.

"ah!!!"

Lin Bei screamed in pain, feeling as if his shinbone was about to be bitten off.

He chopped off the weasel's head with his sword, but two bloody holes appeared on his calf, from which blood gushed out.

Shi Shaojian's side couldn't hold on any longer either. Although Tai Chi is powerful, it can't withstand a large number of weasels!

A century-old weasel slapped him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and opened its mouth to bite his throat.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Bei limped over and thrust his sword into the weasel's back, sending it flying.

Shi Shaojian struggled to his feet, already severely injured!

"Junior brother, I...I can't hold on any longer..."

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!" Lin Bei roared, leaning on his Ghost-Slaying Sword.

"Damn it, if I die here today, I'll drag you all down with me as a ghost!"

Lin Bei gritted his teeth, raised the Demon-Slaying Sword, and prepared to fight to the death!

Just then, a deafening roar came from afar.

Lin Bei turned his head and was stunned. Even all the weasels turned to look.

Above the distant battlefield, Shi Jian was enveloped in blue and white lightning, which crackled and illuminated half of the night sky.

He raised his hands above his head, and a huge ball of lightning, as big as a water vat, condensed between his palms.

The lightning ball emitted blinding electric light, and a terrifying aura of destruction swept in all directions!

Shi Jian stood in mid-air, his gray Taoist robe fluttering in the lightning, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

"Lightning Bolt Fist, Third Form: Thunderous Might!"

Shi Jian shouted and pushed forward with both hands.

The enormous ball of lightning exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into countless bolts of lightning that, like a massive electric net, blanketed Huang San Niang.

Huang San Niang looked at the sky filled with thunder, her blood-red eyes filled with terror.

It exerted all its strength, its demonic energy surging wildly, condensing layer upon layer of black shields in front of it.

But in the face of Shi Jian's thunder, those protective shields were as fragile as paper and shattered instantly!

The lightning struck Huang San Niang, knocking her from the sky to the ground.

boom!!!

The ground was smashed into a large crater about ten feet deep, with wisps of electricity crackling around the edge. Huang Sanniang lay at the bottom of the crater, her fur burned off and emitting a burnt smell.

"Shi Jian... What a Shi Jian! No wonder you are the famous Thunder King!" A venomous voice came from the bottom of the pit, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared intently at Shi Jian!