The last three streamer darts, one fell more than ten centimeters away from the corpse's puppet, the other came close to his heel, and the other hit his arm straight.

There should have been only one streamer dart shot at the corpse puppet, but ye Ziheng, at the moment when the streamer dart, which should have passed by with the corpse puppet, flew to the heel of the corpse puppet to try, directly forced him to explode. For a moment, "bang!" "Bang!" Two loud noises, two streamer darts exploded together, one foot and one arm of the corpse puppet were directly blown away, and then the whole body fell to the ground heavily.

Ye Ziheng seized this opportunity, took out two streamer darts again, and threw them directly at the head of the corpse puppet.

By the time the puppet raised his head to respond, it was too late.

Two streamer darts fell on the corpse's head, and then "bang!" With a loud bang, the whole head was split into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

Ye Ziheng was just about to relax, but a cry came into his mind at this time.

"Ziheng!"

Hearing this sound, ye Ziheng thought of something, turned his head sharply to look at Lin Ya behind him, and found that a corpse puppet with a broken arm was holding Lin Ya by the neck with his only remaining arm, and the thorn thorn in Lin Ya's hand had been stabbed into the corpse puppet at some time.

Ye Ziheng didn't dare to delay, so he turned around and rushed to help, but just then another corpse puppet suddenly rushed up, raised his fist and hit ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng quickly raised his sword and stopped the attack.

But that's not all. The corpse puppet started to attack ye Ziheng like a blow. Ye Ziheng would be hit by this guy's fist as big as a sandbag if he was a little careless.

Ye Ziheng glanced at Lin Ya not far away with the remaining light, and found that her face was red. If she went on like this, she might die.

He wants to attack the corpse puppet with the streamer dart, but the distance between the corpse puppet and Lin Ya is too close. If he throws it directly, he will probably hurt Lin ya, seriously injured or killed.

At that time, ye Ziheng seemed to think of something suddenly. His left hand was slightly bent, and he pressed the iron wrist guard with his middle finger and ring finger.

This wrist guard is just a magic weapon, and it's also a defensive magic weapon. If you smash it in the past, it may not cause any damage, but at least you can fight for some time.

Then he saw ye Ziheng throw it violently. Then, the wrist guard on his wrist flew out of his hand and smashed it towards the corpse puppet.

"When!"

The wrist guard smashed the corpse puppet's head severely. The corpse puppet's body tilted, and his subordinates shook off his consciousness and threw Lin ya to the ground. His head hit the ground heavily, and the whole person fainted.

Ye Ziheng saw this and quickly took out a streamer dart. He gritted his teeth, no matter what else, and directly held the streamer dart in his hand and hit the corpse's head.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the dead puppet's head was instantly broken, and ye Ziheng's whole left arm's flesh, clothes and lock armour were all blown clean, leaving only a white hand bone, which looked strange.