"Crunch!" The blood of the zombies on the ground was constantly flowing, and the wheels of the off-road vehicle were constantly slipping on the ground, and I frowned, holding the steering wheel tightly, and struggled to control the slightly swaying car.

"Da da", the muzzle of the machine gun vibrated constantly, and bullets shot out rapidly, piercing the head of the zombie, there are only first-order and second-order zombies here.

"Clank", the bullet casings landed on the roof of the car, faintly audible in the roaring engine of the off-road vehicle and the huge fire of the machine gun.

"Roar!" A second-order zombie on the side of the road pounced violently, a roar came out of its throat, and the whole person threw itself into the air, its target was Yan Yu, who was half exposed.

"Wow, ah", Yan Yu was excitedly controlling the machine gun, trembling all over his body as if he was going to be high. The tide was like this, and suddenly I felt a bad wind coming from the right.

He turned his head suddenly, and a cold light pierced into his eyes, and the claws of the second-order zombie were less than a meter away from him.

"Ding!" The off-road vehicle kept moving forward, but the zombie seemed to have calculated the speed of the body's movement, and it happened to pounce in front of Yan Yu.

He didn't care to control the machine gun, and jerked out his scimitar and threw it into the air, the blade of the scimitar pointing outwards in the air, shining silver in the sunlight.

The scimitar intersected with the zombie's claws, and the two of them froze in place at the same time, Yan Yu's scimitar could not cut off the zombie's claws, and the zombie's nails could not pierce his scimitar.

It's just that... I slammed on the accelerator and forcefully pulled the off-road vehicle forward, staggering Yan Yu and the second-order zombie.

"Damn!" The sudden acceleration caused Yan Yu to crash directly into the edge of the skylight.

"Boss, can't you give me a word if you speed up", Yan Yu said weakly when he got on the co-pilot.

"Aren't I worried about you, if you are killed by that second-order zombie, won't Yun'er be very sad?" I teased.

", it's just a second-order zombie", Yan Yu rolled his eyes and said, "I can hit ten with one hand." ”

"Oh? Is it? I tilted my head slightly and asked with a serious expression.

"Of course!" Yan Yu's face was full of confidence, and his chin was raised high, like an arrogant white swan.

"Buzz!" With the help of the on-board machine gun, the off-road vehicle finally broke out of the corpse and rushed straight along the avenue. Approaching the center of Kyoto, the monk was holding a machete in his hand and looked at the dozens of zombies walking towards him in front of him. Without exception, these zombies are all second-order zombies.

"Crunch!" He twisted his neck, his bones making a crisp sound, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Whew!" Without waiting for the zombie to attack, he rushed forward, the machete in his hand turning slightly sideways, ready to swing at any moment.

"Roar!" The claws of the zombie in front of him intersected, and as the monk approached it, it slashed to both sides, as if to tear apart the chest of the monk.

"Ding!" The monk held the scimitar in both hands and swung it upwards as the zombie's claws were about to grasp his chest, the sharp blades intersecting with the zombie's claws.

The machete came from nowhere, and the sharpness alone could not cut off the claws of the zombies, and there was a momentary stalemate between the two.

"Humph!" The monk snorted coldly, and the hands holding the knife slammed into force, and the muscles on his thick arms stood out one by one, like rocks.

"Click!" Huge power poured into the machete, and a crisp sound came from the place where the two met, but it was the claws of the second-order zombie that were broken.

"Roar!" The zombie roared violently, and at the same time, its sharp fangs bit at the head of the monk, as if it was going to fight the monk to the death.

"Poof!" The monk naturally understood his thoughts, and the machete that cut off the claws did not stop at all, and the carrier continued to swing upwards with great force, directly cutting the zombie's head in half.

Black blood gushed towards the monk, and he didn't dodge, just pursed his lips to prevent the zombie blood from entering his mouth.

He didn't hesitate, kicked away the soft zombie, and slammed his knife backwards.

A breeze blew, the roar of the zombies disappeared for a moment, and there was a clanging sound in the air, which was the sound of the knife waved by the monk of the Round Death.

"One of the thirty-six styles of Shaolin Sword Technique: Thunder Half Moon Slash!" The monk whispered, the wrist holding the knife turned slightly sideways, and the blade deflected outward.

The monk swung his knife violently, and a sharp blade cut through the air, leaving a slowly disappearing crescent moon in the air, "Click! There seemed to be the sound of thunder tearing through space in the air, and the sharp blade slashed at the zombie's head with great force.

"Click", the machete cut straight into the zombie's head, dozens of centimeters deep.

"Roar!" The blood that spurted out could not stop the pace of the zombie attack behind, and the two zombies rushed out violently, dripping saliva on the corners of their cracked mouths, emitting a fishy smell.

Seeing this, the monk suddenly tried to pull out the machete, but he didn't expect to be stuck by the zombie's skull.

The monk's face turned pale, and he didn't care about the machete, so he squatted down and turned to the side, ignoring his own image.

"Whew! Click! The zombie's fangs snapped into the air, and the fangs touched each other, making a rattling sound, yellow tooth fragments. Sputter outward.

The two zombies did not stop attacking because of the failure of the attack, but separated the two sides and formed a flank attack on the monk from the front and back.

The eyes of the monk flickered slightly, without the slightest panic, he roughly calculated the position of the two zombies and so on, and suddenly clenched his right fist and blasted forward:

"Fuhu Fist!"

The punching bag's big fist blasted forward the zombies with a strong wind. "Aang!" The zombie let out a loud roar and raised its arms to resist.

"Poof!" The monk's right fist pierced through the back of his head and protruded from the back of his head, holding a black, white and yellow brain pulp in his hand.

Yuan Lian didn't withdraw his fist, not because he didn't want to, but because time didn't allow it, he waved his right arm violently, and took the body of the dead zombie to spin backwards, intersecting with the claws of the other zombie.

A bead of sweat left on his face, and through the afterglow he saw three zombies rushing out of the corpse tide behind his body, and the sharp claws of his fingertips stabbed him in the back.

"Dragonclaw!" There was no time to estimate the crisis behind, taking advantage of the moment when the second-order zombie was stopped, his empty left hand was violently bent into a claw, and the fingertips without fingernails flashed five cold rays, grabbing the zombie's face with a sharp killing intent.

The fingertips entered the flesh, and the monk felt that his five fingers had touched something, but it was the two gray-white eyes of the zombie that had long been dulled.

He slammed his force and pulled the zombie's eyeballs off, and turned to look at the three-headed zombie rushing towards him, his eyes full of raging killing intent!

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