In this way, in this remote mountain village, Zhang Fan continued to slaughter these zombies.

In just three days, the number of villages he slaughtered has reached 307, and the number of zombies killed has reached 93,320 according to the statistics of nanowatches.

On average, more than 100 villages are slaughtered and more than 30,000 zombies are killed every day.

This speed is really terrifying.

And because zombies have no high technology and backward communication, until now, the high-level members of the small tribes who rule these villages have no idea about this matter.

This gave Zhang Fan more time to slaughter these villages.

In just five days, he has destroyed more than 500 villages and more than 50,000 zombies.

At the same time, he also swallowed more than 50,000 blood cores.

His team of Hell Wolves also swallowed the corpses of more than 50,000 zombies.

A small tribe that encompasses a thousand villages.

Now it took them only five days to wipe out half of them.

As he gradually moved into the center of this small tribe, the supreme leader of the small tribe, the little chief, finally got the news.

The hair on the little chief's body was not black, but white.

In other words, he is a white zombie - the equivalent of a human saint warrior.

He was shocked and angry when he heard that the villages under his command had disappeared in half of them in just five days.

He gave the order in zombie-specific language: "Send a team of zombies to report this to the High Chief." The rest, with me, destroy that humanity! ”

"Yes."

The zombies immediately followed the Little Chieftain's orders and went their separate ways.

However, the team they sent out to report had barely walked a kilometer before a figure appeared in front of them.

The figure was expressionless and had a cold gaze.

On the right arm, three blood-red vines were twisted into a thick blood-red vine.

The blood-red color struck out in an instant, stabbing the body of the person in front.

There is no doubt that this team of twenty people has no possibility of escaping in front of Zhang Fan's blood vine.

After destroying this team and swallowing the blood core of these zombies, Zhang Fan teleported again and came to the courtyard of the small tribe.

A small tribe with a thousand villages.

And the courtyard of this small tribe is equivalent to the command center of this thousand villages.

Naturally, this place is heavily guarded.

And the people who are responsible for guarding this place are basically some black zombies of about two or three levels, which is equivalent to the second and third level martial emperors of human beings.

When Zhang Fan appeared, he was immediately discovered.

The chieftain inside has already gone out.

Seeing that there was only one human, and it was a human, he quickly thought that this human might be related to the slaughter of more than 500 villages.

So he roared: "Take it for me!" ”

There were more than thirty of the black stiffs around, all of them rushing towards Zhang Fan.

At the same time, there were more than 500 stiffeners outside, surrounding Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan has no change from before.

It was still the blood vine that pierced out, directly attacking the white zombie who was equivalent to a holy martial artist.

However, Bai Zhuang's reaction speed was extremely fast, and the moment Zhang Fan's blood vine reached the front, it had already moved to the side.

And in the right arm, a blade-shaped genetic martial arts was condensed, and it slashed directly towards the blood vine.

Click-

With a loud bang, Zhang Fan's blood vine was directly cut off.

Zhang Fan looked at the place where his blood vine was cut off, and fiery red blood like magma was flowing.

He looked up at the white stiff again.

This is a second-level white zombie, which is equivalent to a second-level holy martial artist.

With Zhang Fan's current strength, dealing with any holy martial artist is basically crushing.

But this second-level white zombie can cut off his own blood vine, which really surprised Zhang Fan.

It seems that with the same level, zombies are much stronger than other races.

Zhang Fan also lifted his spirits.

For five days, he had been killing, but he had yet to meet an opponent who could block his blow.

This white zombie is the first.

Thinking of this, he took back the half of the blood vine - once the genetic martial is destroyed, it is basically difficult to repair.

But Zhang Fan is different, because he has the spark of Chaos Yuan Fire in his body.

As long as the Chaos Elemental Fire's Flame is used to nurture the Genetic Martial Arts, it will take almost a month for the destroyed Genetic Martial Arts to be completely repaired.

The white stiff slashed Zhang Fan's genetic martial arts with a single blow, and his heart became slightly proud.

I thought this human being was a strong man, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

After Zhang Fan recovered the Blood Vine Gene Martial Arts, he condensed the Blood Wing Gene Martial Arts.

With the Bloodwing Genetic Martial Arts, he got a big bonus in speed, which allowed him to match his speed with that white zombie.

After a few rounds of fighting with the white zombie, the white zombie's attack was extremely fierce.

And in between the blade attacks, there are also constant attacks of claws and fangs.

So his attacks were almost seamless, coming towards Zhang Fan like rain.

Even if Zhang Fan's speed was equal to his, he couldn't withstand this stormy attack.

Just over 20 rounds later, Zhang Fan's body was cut once by a sharp blade, three times by his claws, and a piece of flesh was torn off his shoulder.

This made Zhang Fan's original contempt for zombies put away a lot.

Before, for those hair stiffs and black stiffs, because they were one or even two orders higher than them, they could be easily crushed.

And now when he encounters this white zombie of the same level and rank, Zhang Fan has fallen behind for a while.

The surrounding zombies saw that Zhang Fan had lost the upper hand, and they all let out a beast-like cheer from their mouths.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

Zhang Fan endured the severe pain on the wound and condensed the cyan sword qi with his mind.

With his mind, he controlled this sword qi and kept flying towards the white zombie.

Mind Edgeworth is more flexible than using your hands.

The sword qi slashed, constantly leaving scars on the white stiff body.

But the white stiff reaction speed is too fast, and he can always avoid the vital parts.

Moreover, the self-healing ability of the white box is also extremely strong, and a deep wound that can be seen can be completely healed in less than a minute.

This made Zhang Fan's battle gap very difficult.

In desperation, he had no choice but to hold the long sword formed by the condensation of cyan sword qi in his hand, and then violently circled around himself, drawing a huge sword circle with a diameter of 100 meters.

In the sword circle, eight big characters kept flashing: luck, luck, soul sucking, soul sucking.

At this moment, over the courtyard of the entire small tribe, the clouds instantly pressed down.

In this huge sword circle with a diameter of two hundred meters, cyan sword qi was vertical and horizontal, constantly cutting the bodies of these zombies.

Those hairy and black zombies, under such cutting, were cut into minced meat in minutes.

Only the white stiff is still struggling to hold on.

But he was only trying to hold on.

There was all the vertical and horizontal sword qi all around, no matter how fast he was, how could he resist it?