While thinking, Lin Qiu kept dodging backwards to avoid the rushing walking corpses.

Gradually, he noticed that the movements of the walking corpses seemed to be becoming more and more agile. At first, he only thought that he was overthinking, but after a few dodges, he found that the walking corpse's attack style and speed had improved significantly compared to before, and the originally slightly mechanical slow pounce action gradually became more fluid and aggressive.

The easy dodge that started out is now completely ineffective. The walking corpse rushing in front of him did not give him any respite. After pounced on the left side, he pounced on the right, although he kept pounced in the air, but it also consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Lin Qiuzheng, who was still comfortable facing them before, was forced to swing his sword again and again to block under this crazy offensive, and retreated steadily behind him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The walking corpse's round and round like a tide of fluttering made him cry bitter in his heart, and it also corresponded to a saying: two fists are hard to beat four hands, and a good man can't stand up to many people. What's more, there is a group of unconscious and tireless things across from him. If he can be singled out one by one, then he is absolutely sure that he can cut them into pieces. But in the face of the current group fighting mode, it can be said that there is no chance to attack, and if you can stabilize the position and be undefeated at the moment, it will already be considered a win.

Suddenly, the unexpected happened. Lin Qiuzheng, who only cared about swinging his sword and dodging backwards, tripped over a bulging dirt pit behind him, fell backwards, and sat on the ground.

Seeing this, a walking corpse that rushed to the front leaned forward without hesitation, and the evil tiger flew like a predator, his hands were like tiger claws, and he ticked straight in the direction of Lin Qiuzheng's crotch, as if he wanted to take his life.

Lin Qiuzheng frowned, seeing through its offensive. He didn't panic and saw the move directly. Quickly open the originally closed legs to the left and right, and with a split, the legs become a figure-eight shape.

"Poof!" After a while, I felt a cold wind blowing through my crotch, and when I looked down again, I saw the walking corpse pounce in the air, and my hands were straight into the turf less than a few inches from the crotch. Due to its extreme force, the walking corpse's hands and forearms sank into the turf, unable to move, which also limited its further movement for a while.

At the same time as shouting that it was dangerous, Lin Qiuzheng, who was sitting on the turf with his buttocks, was restrained by the movement of the corpse in front of him. When he boarded, his eyes flashed, and he secretly shouted a good opportunity! Lao Tzu was suppressed and couldn't fight back, so now it's better to send it directly to the door!

He didn't have time to pay attention to his legs, which were still in the splitting stage, and hurriedly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, twisted the belt arm, and slashed away with a wave of force in an almost textbook logging action.

A sharp jujube arc was drawn in the air. The blade roared, breaking through the wind, fast and ruthless, and the wooden sword went straight to the neck of the walking corpse, intending to cut off the head with a sword.

"Teng!" came from the pinna. A surprising scene appeared in front of him. The walking corpse not only did not dodge in the face of this sword that took straight to the head, but even turned half of its face sideways, and went up to the sword, biting the blade that came horizontally in its mouth. successfully defused Lin Qiuzheng's winning blow.

This astonishing move really startled Lin Qiuzheng, his eyes widened, and he stared at the walking corpse in front of him with a stunned expression, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. I can't believe that this scene is real, but have they developed the consciousness of danger? Or is Zhao Muqiong manipulating them somewhere? How could this be the case with a mere walking corpse?

The faint blue light in the eye sockets of the walking corpse became brighter and brighter, and the original cluster of small flames was becoming more and more vigorous, and the blue fire light reflected on Lin Qiuzheng's stunned face was even more evil and weird.

Before he could draw his sword and split again, the walking corpse's hands inserted into the dirt jerked upward, and the turf and dirt splashed on Lin Qiuzheng's face, and his vision blurred instantly, and he couldn't see the front clearly.

The walking corpse put his hands together, his ten fingertips were in a row, he was stretched straight, his body suddenly straightened in the direction of Lin Qiu, and his stiff hands stabbed towards his chest like a sheathed sword.

Although Lin Qiuzheng's vision was blurred, he still maintained his usual calmness and made a correct judgment. If someone else had been replaced at such a time of crisis, he would have been at a loss for a long time and would have died.

There was a black object in the outline of his vision that grew larger, and he subconsciously understood that it must be an attack from the walking corpse. However, it is impossible to tell the distance between them by the eyes.

In an instant, I don't want to think too much, my heart is horizontal, I simply close my eyes tightly, and I don't rely on the vague visual system. Instead, tilt your ears slightly and use your sense of hearing to react.

There was a "huh~la~" in the ear wheel, which was the sound of breaking the wind from far to near, which was clearly recognizable. Lin Qiuzheng, whose eyes were closed, frowned, knowing that it must be the hands of the walking corpse that stabbed him urgently, but he could make this wind-breaking sound with just his hand hair, which was enough to tell Lin Qiuzheng that if he was hit by this, it would definitely be a situation of death and cripplement.

Don't think much about it at all, he hurriedly let go of the hilt of the wooden sword that was bitten tightly, his hands quickly withdrew back to the top of his head, followed by the palms of his palms downward, and suddenly slapped downward.

Strength everywhere, "Smack!" There was a bang. The palms slammed into the walking corpse's wrists, stabbing straight into the chest, and the downward force changed its trajectory, and it was plunged into the turf in front of the crotch again at 45 degrees. The walking corpse held a wooden sword in its mouth, and its body was lying in front of it, facing Lin Qiuzheng a few inches away, humming as if it was screaming.

After his palms fell violently, he only felt a tingling pain in his palms, like the touch of slapping on the iron sheet. When I opened my eyes, my vision was mostly restored. Seeing that the hands of the walking corpse were sunk in the dirt again, he did not hesitate for a moment, hurriedly closed the split legs, curled his legs in front of his chest, and then violently exerted his strength, his legs were like loosened springs, and he kicked his legs with all his might, and the energy compressed in his legs was all gathered and exploded on the face of the corpse door in an instant.

"Teng!" A dull sound. Lin Qiuzheng only felt that his feet seemed to be stepping on the reinforced concrete, and a numbness instantly spread throughout his body. This kick, not only did not kick the walking corpse away, but was carried backwards by the reaction force from the legs.

I saw him caught off guard "Alas! With a snort, the whole person rolled backwards. And the walking corpse that he kicked in the door with all his strength, although he didn't react, but the wooden sword that was clenched in his mouth was bounced out and landed aside.

Lin Qiuzheng used his strength to follow this backward thrust, and after turning over, he supported the ground with both hands and quickly got up. I saw that the peachwood sword fell 1 meter away in front of the side, and I saw that the hands of the walking corpse were still stuck in the turf. Without thinking much about it, he hurriedly rushed forward to pick it up.

Taking advantage of the gap between the walking corpse and the hand of the walking corpse, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and crossed the knife with his backhand, and the blade of the sword whistled towards the back of the neck of the walking corpse.

It's a sword, fast and as hard as lightning!