The battle between Ling and the zombie went very fast, the move was thrilling, the moment of the confrontation, the brick in Ling's hand was crushed by the zombie's claw, Ling jumped half a step to the left, half-squatted and threw a punch, hitting the zombie's side waist.

The zombie tilted to the side, did not fall, and returned a claw.

Ling stepped back, dodging. After shaking off the rotten flesh stuck to his fist, he rushed up again.

In just a few seconds, Ling found a feeling, facing a zombie who was only one level higher than himself, he didn't have too much fear, this can be said to be a habit formed under Wu Zhen's cultivation, the gap of one level is very small. In terms of mentality, Ling doesn't have much burden, he plays with ease, and victory is only a matter of time, Wu Zhen arranged it this way, let Ling win easily first, and then it will be the real big dish.

The dynasty is much more cautious, he has lived in the snow pit for so long, he has always been very careful, he lives very carelessly, after a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of fighting, a battle a long time ago was forced to break out helplessly, but this time he took the initiative to attack, even he didn't know how to kill an eighth-level zombie with a knife of several hundred yuan, where did Wu Zhen get his confidence?

This unreasonable trust gave the dynasty a different feeling, and he wanted to win more, so he became more careful, and he still remembered what the first thing Wu Zhenjiao was, calm. The brain needs to calm down, and then go and analyze the battle to find the key to victory.

The mind is cold, and the blood is hot, and so is his knife.

"Familiar ...... Feel! ”

The movement speed of the zombies is really slow enough, Wang Chao held the knife, waited for the zombies to come over, skillfully raised the knife, and brought out the feeling of splitting the dummy with a wooden knife before, and cut it with a knife.

Laugh at!

The knife cut into the zombie's neck, but it only cut into the flesh, and did not hurt the bones.

The zombie's legs are not good, but the strength in his hands is very great, and this aspect is completely worthy of its level.

The fan-like claws swung down.

Wang Dynasty knew that his knife would not have any effect, so he retreated in advance, but he didn't expect to be scratched by a claw, and a bloody crack was cracked on the back of his right hand holding the knife, and bloody qi emanated.

Thanks to the master's teachings back then, the dynasty knew a lot about fighting, and the first move was to test the gap between the two sides. He had already expected that he was very weak, so he retreated in time, but he was still injured, and it was this claw that made him see the gap between each other, which was not ordinarily big!

Memories from decades ago spring up from the depths of memory. out, the dynasty saw that piece of Zhang Zhi. Tender face, finally, saw the vicious man, who was his master and his former imaginary enemy.

"Master, from today onwards, we are strangers. If you're still alive, then I want you to die soon! ”

The dynasty stepped back and back, staring at the eighth-level zombie that was slowly coming, and said softly.

"I am a dynasty!"

"Senior brothers, brothers, sisters, sisters and sisters who were killed by him, please watch me from heaven, from now on, I will live for you!"

"Now, watch me slash zombies!"

Wu Zhen listened to Wang Chao's muttering a lot, and really wanted to withdraw his attention from him, this chatter, there are really a lot of words!

A small part of Wu Zhen's attention was scattered on the two of them, and there were some zombies who suppressed the distance away, and the rest all dispersed, "looking" at the surroundings of the snow pit from afar.

From the moment he came out, Wu Zhen was very uneasy, the threat of that level ten xenomorph had not been eliminated, and he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all.

Now that the new home has been built, within a few days, Ling will almost grow up, and the zombies in the snow pit should be enough for him to reach level eight. The other children are simple, it is definitely not possible to teach them to fight with zombies now, they are too weak, Wu Zhen plans to get a zombie back, while fighting with zombies, while explaining to them, the future will depend on Ling and the dynasty.

Everything is going very well, but Wu Zhen is also worried about another problem, if the talent of the dynasty is really as good as Wu Tian said, if there is no mark, it is really a waste, but it is difficult to find xenos with imprints, and generally the strength of xenomorphs like this is very strong, he does not have the time and experience to look for it, is it difficult to kill himself? This is absolutely impossible!

Wu Zhen hoped that the tenth-level xenomorph would come quickly, if this xenomorph happened to have a mark, it would be perfect.

Dynasty's knife slashed at the zombie again, it can be seen that his skill is very strong, very strong, and he can make a move immediately after dodging the zombie attack, such a skill is not something that anyone can master, but there is no power on his knife, and the difference in strength between him and the eighth-level zombie is at least seven or eight times, and he has not been killed until now, he is already very tenacious.

Wu Zhen didn't think that the dynasty could win, but the dynasty thought that Wu Zhen thought that he could win, although he didn't know how he could win, but the teacher was so convinced that he could win, it would not be without reason, and he was afraid that he had a little chance of winning. With such thoughts, the dynasty rushed forward again and again, and retreated again and again, and the injuries on his body unconsciously increased a lot.

How to win?

Wang Dynasty looked at the moving zombies, turned his head to look at Ling, who had already finished the battle, he was absorbing the energy obtained from victory, and the aura on his body was gradually approaching the seventh level.

Pregnant! Wang Dynasty thought of an idea, he couldn't win not because he didn't have a chance, but because the attack power was not enough, and the knife could be cut on the zombie, but the zombie bones were too hard, he couldn't cut them, since the bones couldn't be cut, how about piercing the eyes? What about the mouth? Or ears? Temple? Having studied martial arts, he has a stronger understanding of the human body than Wu Zhen.

Zombies are mutated from human beings, and the body structure is almost the same, after Wang Chao figured it out, his confidence increased greatly, and at this time he thought that he finally understood what Wu Zhen meant, and the teacher probably thought of such a method before he decided that he could win, right? I was so stupid to think about it for so long.

There are no bones in the eyes, and they go straight to the brain, so if you can stab a knife into the zombie's eye, you will definitely win.

The dynasty aimed at the zombies' eyes.

The eighth-level zombie dragged his lame leg and finally came to the dynasty, and his two arms quickly poked over.

The speed of the claws is very fast, and it falls in the eyes of the dynasty, but it is very strange, these two claws are very untechnical, they seem very clumsy, what about the speed, the distance between the two arms is too far, forming an empty door, this is a flaw!

All the knowledge he had learned before came out, and the dynasty greedily absorbed it, trying to remember everything at that time, and at that time he thought that what he had learned would never be used, but he didn't expect it! What I thought was the most useless thing became the life-saving thing.

Break!

Wang Chao stood on his side, his legs were half-arched, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was slammed, and he raised his knife to stab.