With Wu Feng's every sentence "Let you kill!" He would smash a punch down on the stiff head, and this fist was also infused with true qi, and every punch was almost the same as the effect of his feminine palm.

At the beginning, the flying stiff was still struggling violently, and after Wu Feng smashed down a dozen punches in a row, the range of the flying stiff struggle became much smaller, Wu Feng still gritted his teeth and smashed it with his fists, as if only in this way could he vent the boundless anger in his heart.

He didn't know why he was so angry, maybe it was because he had killed too many people, or because he was so pale and powerless to see so many innocent villagers die in front of his eyes, and he couldn't save them in time, and the anger in his heart was triggered by guilt and self-blame.

Or those old ways, at that moment, they didn't hesitate to take their lives, led the thunder, and then fell down, which deeply stimulated Wu Feng, until this moment, Wu Feng was not sure what kind of definition they should give to those old ways, whether they were good people or bad people, but they paid the price of their lives, for themselves or for others, they died after all, it was so tragic, so resolutely and decisively.

I don't know how long it took to smash, Wu Feng's fist has been stained red with blood, and I don't know if it's his own blood or the frozen blood, in short, the flying zombie has long been immobile, its head has been smashed deep into the dirt by Wu Feng's fist, shriveled and shriveled, and it has long been unable to distinguish its face.

However, Wu Feng still didn't stop, he still smashed angrily, every time he hit it so hard, smashing the ground with a "dong dong" sound.

I don't know when, Lao Liu Tou held the old man who had broken an arm trembling and walked behind Wu Feng, seeing such a crazy Wu Feng, the two were speechless for a long time, they didn't dare to make a sound, they were frightened by the fierce aura that erupted from Wu Feng's body, they were afraid that they would open their mouths, Wu Feng turned around and pointed his fist at himself, when he thought of the stiff head, both of them were in a cold sweat, it is estimated that the stiff head has been mixed with the soil at this time, and it has become a mess.

"Wu Feng, don't fight, that flying stiff is already dead, are you going to smash a big hole in the ground?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and Lao Liu Tou finally didn't hold back, and said cautiously behind Wu Feng.

However, Wu Feng was still unaware, and his fists were still slamming towards the position of the flying stiff head.

Seeing that Wu Feng didn't react, Lao Liu took a deep breath, slowly walked behind Wu Feng, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder gently, and said, "Wu Feng, don't fight, it's really dead......"

"Get out of here!"

An angry roar exploded, like a muffled thunder on the ground, Lao Liu Tou trembled with fright, and his brain "buzzed", as if it was about to explode, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back and sit on the ground.

Wu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was also stained with a little blood, his face was hideous, Lao Liu Tou never thought that Wu Feng, who has always been gentle and peaceful, would have such a frightening side, and Wu Feng at this moment is still that hairy boy who has no experience in the world, and he is clearly like the evil ghost Shura of hell.