While thinking about Zhao Jiayan, he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the two violent zombies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking to the two zombies ten meters away and standing, he silently placed the tablet on the back of the pillar next to him, and put the drawing knife into his left hand.

The knife was retracted because the lieutenant zombie had put on a fighting posture.

It is slightly different from the fighting posture of the Feifeng Brigade that is feminine, and the lieutenant's posture is obviously wide in style, and there is a kind of masculinity.

This lieutenant should have been extremely disciplined during his lifetime, and he would not scream after turning into a zombie.

After the target enters the alert range, it only casts a warning type, and does not attack immediately, but waits for orders.

The second lieutenant zombie was much more irritable, and as soon as Zhao Jiayan stopped, it had already stepped forward, and his hands were slightly stretched out to grab Zhao Jiayan's shoulders.

This action of grabbing in front reminded Zhao Jiayan of the army's explanation of the character of violent zombies, and he likes to tear human beings apart and eat. And its nails, which are as long as knives a centimeter long, are the best tools for grasping human flesh and blood.

One can imagine the pain that those ten fingernails inserted into the muscles and buckled the bones, causing human suffering. The virus on the nails brings to human despair is so chilling.

"It's a pity that you're clumsy, and you've turned all these killing tools into ornaments."

Zhao Jiayan said plainly, when the second lieutenant zombie walked four steps and the two were four meters apart, his front foot slid forward, and his back foot was cushioned, and he kicked out quickly with a straight front kick.

"Whew."

"Boom."

In the dull sound of heavy blows, Zhao Jiayan kicked the second lieutenant zombie in the stomach with an unceremonious heavy kick.

The body of the violent zombie shook, and Zhao Jiayan was numb in his right foot, and the person was shocked to take a step back.

"What a strong body, not bad, just give me a sparring partner to practice punches and feet."

The strength of the second lieutenant's zombie body aroused Zhao Jiayan's interest, and he slid forward again, kicking and beating with his right foot in front of him.

The sound of whistling legs, wind, and objects being thumped resounded on the fifth floor.

Zhao Jiayan kicked the head, shoulders, waist, belly, thighs, calves and other parts of the violent zombies one by one.

His kicks were so fast that the clumsy second lieutenant zombie couldn't even resist them, so he had to take them as hard as a punching bag.

Zhao Jiayan was tired of kicking his right leg, so he stepped forward with his left foot, and then kicked the right center of the violent zombie.

In ten minutes, Zhao Jiayan showed all the leg techniques he had learned.

The kick rises, and a whistling sound naturally comes out of his mouth. The sound came out of the feet, and the whole body strength exploded on the feet.

Zhao Jiayan is extremely happy, this kind of howling is completely instinctive, big or small, like an eagle hitting the sky, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

The force of the burst or penetrating or heavy hammer can be regarded as a preliminary mastery of the technique of power.

The poor second lieutenant zombie grabbed his hands in vain, and his sharp nails were just decorations, which could not threaten Zhao Jiayan in the slightest.

The brute strength and strong body just allowed it to last longer under Zhao Jiayan's stormy attack. Instead of helping it, it became a source of even more pain.

No matter how weak the pain nerves of a violent zombie are, after all, there is still a point, and it can't stand being kicked continuously and heavily.

The milky white eyes that rolled rapidly became dull, and the waving hands began to clench their heads, instinctively protecting their most important head.

Shrinking his head and bending over, the little wisdom of the zombie made him wisely take a complete defensive position.

It was beaten.

Zhao Jiayan will not stop his hand, he will practice boxing after his feet are practiced, straight, hook, swing, turn his back, and open the bow left and right with various boxing techniques, and he will beat the second lieutenant zombie with blood from his nose and mouth, and his clothes are in tatters.

But Zhao Jiayan became more and more dissatisfied, and without using Xunwen Fist, he didn't hear a single click of the second lieutenant's zombie bones.

He felt that his strength was no worse than that of the second lieutenant zombie, even if the second lieutenant zombie was strong and his bones were as hard as stone, his current strength would definitely be able to break its bones.

It's just that he only hurts the flesh and keeps the bones, but his punches and kicks are unfamiliar, his body is stiff, and half of his strength is wasted in the movement, and there is not much real power.

Xunwen Fist only magnifies the power it can emit, and what is wasted is wasted.

In short, in a word, without training, the foundation is not good.

"It seems that geniuses need to be trained hard to be truly powerful."

Understanding his weaknesses, Zhao Jiayan no longer tried his best with his fists and feet, but focused on grasping the essentials of the action.

The sound of punches and kicks hitting the second lieutenant's zombie was quieter, and the speed of his movements slowed down.

He was slowly understanding the essentials of each movement, and in his mind, images of his body's muscle movements automatically appeared.

These muscle groups are not strong, resulting in a lack of strength. This muscle is too tense, resulting in poor strength......

When the second lieutenant's opponent's attack suddenly weakened, he still had to hold his head tightly.

It's not that it doesn't want to fight back, it's its furious nature that makes it want to tear its opponents apart at all times.

However, it felt that this slow and small attack was more difficult to stop, and it was even more afraid.

Its little active brain still doesn't understand why, so it can only rely on its instincts left over from being human, and hold its head to death.

Zhao Jiayan hit the second lieutenant zombie on the left side of the face with a right hook punch, and he withdrew his fist as flesh flew sideways.

After looking at the body, there is still half of the vitality. And although the lieutenant zombie never came up to attack, he still had to preserve the necessary vitality in his physical strength.

Vitality is reduced to half, which is his bottom limit.

As soon as the limit was reached, he immediately stopped playing sandbags and began to replenish his vitality.

He didn't bring golden flesh, and he was too slow to replenish vitality with crystal nuclei. And with the crystal nucleus, you have to take out the pattern drawing knife, which is suspected of bullying zombies, which is a bit too much to look up to.

What to do?

His gaze was on the second lieutenant's zombie, on its gray neck that was exposed from holding its head.

The left hand turned into a fist and slammed it into the neck.

After the hit, the hand did not leave, but the five fingers forcefully pinched its neck directly.

At the time of this pinch, Zhao Jiayan had already turned to the side of the second lieutenant zombie.

His right elbow swung like an iron rod and struck him the head.

In the palm of his left hand, the drawing knife appeared silently, sinking into the crack of his bone and inserting it straight into the bone marrow.

The surging vitality penetrated into his body through the Drawing Knife, replenishing his consumption.

This is the most suitable method he has come up with for now, which can be concealed and quickly replenished.

His eyes stole a surveillance head in a hidden place on the fifth floor.

It was very successful, even if the second lieutenant zombie was completely unable to move his lower body, and the victory and defeat had been divided, Dean Bai did not call the lieutenant zombie to step forward.

But after all, the zombie in his hand can only move his head, and he must do something to cover it up.

Zhao Jiayan began to smash the second lieutenant zombie, as if he was starting to train his ability to hold and fall. The difference is that his left hand never leaves the position of his neck.

The second lieutenant zombie weighed 400 catties, and Zhao Jiayan still had a hard time falling, so the consumption of vitality was large, and it took more time to replenish vitality.

This forced Zhao Jiayan to keep trying to reduce the resistance of the opponent's weight to himself, and use his brain to improve the efficiency of his holding and falling, which made him understand the holding and falling skills a little deeper than the hitting.

As soon as he was full of vitality, Zhao Jiayan fell on his back again and threw the second lieutenant zombie in front of him.

Four hundred pounds of violent zombies fell from the sky, and the dust that shook up was scattered like the explosion of a cannonball.

Zhao Jiayan's left hand left his neck, and his two hands made a mistake on his head, turning the head of the second lieutenant zombie three hundred and sixty degrees.

At this point, the second lieutenant zombie has officially become a loser.

"Huh." A howl came from upstairs.

The lieutenant zombie, who had been standing for a long time, rolled his eyes sharply, and took a heavy step forward with his right foot.

The boots collided with the ground with a deafening sound.

The weight of this foot shook the whole building.

"Awesome."

Zhao Jiayan secretly exhaled, this step was completely powerful and flexible beyond his expectations.

Flexible?

Yes, Zhao Jiayan made sure when the lieutenant took the second step, and the lieutenant's movements became much more flexible.

He also noticed that the lieutenant was always in a fighting style, his body was moving and interspersed, and he was ready to attack or defend, giving him a sense of unity.

Zhao Jiayan became serious, this must be a master in the army before he became a zombie. After turning into a zombie, the physical instinct after hard training is already recovering.

"It's hard to deal with."

He had fought against the people of the Feifeng Brigade before, although it was mostly a draw, but it was half trained and half let him be the benefactor, which was not true.

The one in front of him will not let himself.

If you don't break your bones and tendons, and if you don't tear yourself to pieces, it won't stop.

"The hope of victory is no more than thirty percent."