Facing the menacing ninth-level zombies, Wu Zhen greeted them. Although he only has one arm, he has a stronger soul, and the two days of tempering allow him to use this body to his heart's content, besides, he still has blood paper, and it will not be less effective if he uses it well.

The ninth-level zombie swung his fist, and Wu Zhen also swung his fist, the difference was that he had blood paper on his fist.

The strength of both sides is very strong, and under the impact, even the iron plate will be shattered, let alone an ordinary piece of paper.

Wu Zhen just wants to compare with the ninth-level zombies, who has better patience, see who can't hold his breath first, the blood paper is very important to him, it is the key clue for him to find Zhang Xin, but he believes that the ninth-level zombies value this paper more. There is nothing greater than the temptation ~ confusion of evolution, if it were not for the suppression of the human soul, Wu Zhen himself would not be able to stand this temptation ~ confusion, he didn't feel it when he was a human being before, but now he is a zombie to know how big this attraction is, and what is even more painful is that he still endures it.

The breath staggered, making a crackling sound. Compared with the violent atmosphere, the two sides seemed very calm, and on the surface, Wu Zhen didn't seem to care about the ending of this piece of paper at all. The ninth-level zombies didn't seem to care about smashing the paper.

The two fists were getting closer and closer, and they were still half an inch away from making contact, which was already beyond Wu Zhen's control, and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

The ninth-level zombie retreated, and there was an angry look on his seemingly calm face.

Wu Zhen didn't plan to take the conventional route, fight with the ninth-level zombies, and then put two cruel words and walk away, it was unrealistic, he couldn't do it to that extent, so he had to outwit, that is, use all kinds of shameless ways to force the zombies back, and then slip away. If you succeed, it is a strategy, and if you don't succeed, it doesn't matter if you have a strategy or not.

The distance between the two sides was only two meters, and Wu Zhen suddenly came up close to him, punching and kicking together.

The fist wind gusted, slapping on the rotten face of the ninth-level zombie, and there was finally another emotion in those black eyes. He felt like he was going to win.

Seeing a leg and a fist holding the paper smashing at the same time, the black eyes suddenly lit up, this is a good opportunity, it seems that in terms of IQ composition, rank accounts for a large proportion.

The blood paper is only on the fist, not on the leg, and if its leg is abolished, won't it be tied up?

The ninth-level zombie had enough strength to raise its leg and sweep out, it was very confident in its own strength, if this leg was smashed, this seventh-level zombie would probably be smashed, I just hoped that it wouldn't hurt the paper by mistake.

The powerful move is empty. Due to the strength of the zombie, the zombie almost lost its balance. As it stood still and looked across it, the rage burned again.

Wu Zhen punched and also punched, but these two moves were false moves, he didn't want to confront the zombies head-on, he just wanted to run, run away. It seems that the attack power is not weak, and there is not much strength in the fists and legs at all, all of them are showcased, so he retracts it very quickly, and while the strength of the ninth-level zombie is not exhausted, he turns around with his soul and rushes to the side and back, and there are the least zombies in that direction. In the case of surprise, maybe Wu Zhen can really rush out.

The ninth-level zombie finally lost interest, and it didn't want to play with a dying zombie anymore. With a wave of his hand, the zombies behind him surrounded him.

Rumble!

Three or four zombies panicked and killed Wu Zhen almost at the same time.

Wu Zhen's two fists are invincible to four hands, and he only has one fist now.

He only blocked two blows.

The chaotic power poured into his body, oscillating between the bones, and the rotten flesh stuck between the bones was shaken off a lot, making him look much slimmer.

The piece of meat is still a trivial matter, but this time it broke three-tenths of the bones on Wu Zhen's body, and his soul was also affected by some influence, making him feel a little dizzy, like a concussion.

Wu Zhen, who was under this attack, only took half a step back, and then continued to rush forward, looking very flustered.

Boom!

Wu excitedly rushed away from the interception of the three zombies, and also paid the price of two broken ribs.

The zombie group gradually closed and formed a thick circle, Wu Zhen was trapped in the center, no matter which direction he broke through, several zombies would attack at the same time and force him back. It's a tough war of attrition, and it's up to who can wear the other side to death first.

It was impossible for Wu Zhen to consume thousands of zombies to death, so the ninth-level zombies didn't understand why he was so desperate.

Wu Zhen was really desperate, so the injuries were very serious, getting worse and worse, and I don't know how many more broken bones on his body. But he still looks imposing, as if he has inexhaustible power.

The ninth-level zombies hid next to the circle, blocking several zombies in front of them. Two seconds ago, it stood in the circle and watched Wu Zhen rush out like crazy, but now it didn't dare. Because now Wu Zhen has the power to seriously injure it with every blow, it believes that this is Wu Zhen's last strength, which makes him both vigilant and happy, it is finally coming to an end, this is the last outbreak.

Sure enough, the aura on Wu Zhen's body weakened and became weaker and weaker, and although the attack still looked good, the power above kept getting smaller.

In the bright space, the ghostly light passed over Wu Zhen's human body, and the eroded ** was gushing out with difficulty~ bright red blood.

Swish! A blackened piece of paper floated out of the corner, drenched in blood.

……

Boom!

A seventh-level zombie protruded a little from the circle and collided with Wu Zhen fiercely, it may have wanted to make meritorious contributions. Then it shattered, like a balloon filled with water.

This is the first zombie that Wu Zhen killed after being surrounded by a circle, and the ninth-level zombie believes that this is also the last one.

Rumble!

Wu Zhen's body erupted with a stronger momentum, and the zombies didn't dare to approach, but they didn't expect to evolve at this time.

Level 8.

Finally level eight, Wu Zhen finally became an eighth-level zombie, his pupils began to change, and the dark purple of his left eye was changing to a deeper color, starting from the most central point and spreading to a circle of eyeballs.

Almost instantly, his left eye changed from purple to an extremely deep color, which can be said to be a rich purple, but if it hadn't been for the changes he had seen before, it would have been considered black, different from ordinary black, extreme black.

The moment the black eyes formed, the aura on Wu Zhen's body shook violently and disappeared cleanly.

Evolution requires energy, obviously Wu Zhen doesn't have enough energy, although he has been fighting, he has almost not killed zombies, one is consuming, there is no replenishment, and it is strange if he does not consume energy.

Bang bang!

The countless attacks of the zombies all smashed on Wu Zhen's body, and he didn't know how many bones were broken when he was defenseless. What's more, under such a dense bombardment, no one can withstand it, Wu Zhen has almost no breath on his body, and he should be dead.

"Stop!"

The ninth-level zombie hurriedly stopped the zombie group, it didn't care about Wu Zhen's life or death, but the blood paper couldn't go wrong, that was what it longed for the most. It squeezed away the zombie with all its might, rushed to Wu Zhen, carefully broke off his fingers, and pulled out the blood paper he was holding in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, it's not bad!"

The eyes of the ninth-level zombies flashed with desire~ hope.