"Roar, roar......"

Listening to the roaring sound that kept sounding behind him, Wu Feng grinned, ignoring the anger of the mourner, seeing a few cars across the road in front of him, stepping over the roadblock car, when he landed, he was very grateful to these roadblocks that he usually felt was an eyesore, if it weren't for these obstacles, he would have been caught up by the black-covered mourner, and he couldn't lead them to a place where zombies were scarce.

No, as soon as I jumped over the car, I heard a loud "bang", and I didn't need to turn my head to know that the tall body of the mourner had hit the car blocking the road.

The car was hit by the mourner, the body directly dented, the glass shattered, the door opened, and the zombie trapped in the car did not climb out of the car in time, but stayed in the deformed car like a puppet until the mourner chased Wu Feng away, and the trapped zombie dared to howl weakly.

The mourner went straight to the road, whether it was a car or the puppet-like zombie, all of them crashed away, and the mutant Tibetan mastiff was much more flexible, when it saw the roadblock, it was flexible to bypass, although it ran at the end, but it would not be lost, Wu Feng's smell it would never forget, and the nose was also its best tracking weapon.

The mourner is very strong, it is very afraid of that unique breath, as for Wu Feng, it is hated and afraid, but, whether it is the victory of the mourner or the victory of Wu Feng, it is very beneficial to it, the unique smell of the mourner tells it that eating the body of the mourner can shorten the time of mutation, and for Wu Feng, revenge is one, and more importantly, it smells another smell on Wu Feng, the smell of the king, the flesh and blood of the king, and the essence of the king.

As long as it obtains the king's flesh and blood, it may become the next mutant beast king, which is worth its life.

The idea of mutating the Tibetan mastiff, of course Wu Feng doesn't know, run, leave the county, and find a place where zombies are scarce to fight, otherwise the mourner is like Wukong with fairy beans in the anime, no matter how hard he fights, no matter how hard he tries, as long as the mourner eats ordinary zombies, the body can recover quickly, and even be reborn with broken limbs!

The burying of the juvenile is okay, if it is the burying of the mature body, then the self-healing speed of the metamorphosis is terrifying, I heard, those who have surrounded and suppressed the strong of the mourner are defeated by the self-healing power of its metamorphosis.

Take a deep breath, you must kill the mourner, otherwise, death will not be blind, when you carry light power and run wildly, you obviously feel that the number of zombies has decreased, and the asphalt road has become a cement road, and the high-rise buildings in the county town can no longer be seen, and the buildings on both sides of the road have changed from neat unit buildings to self-built houses of different heights.

It's fast, it's fast, it's a lot easier in my heart, and life at this moment can only be counted in minutes......

Sorrowful? Take a Bury Take, it's worth it, resentment? Yes, I don't hate anything else, I just hate that my strength is too weak, and I am unwilling? A little, but he was powerless to return to the sky, and in his complicated mood, he saw three or four survivors carrying supplies in a small shop on the side of the road ahead.

The survivors struggling in the last days can't attract the slightest, the attraction is the survivor who is carrying a Miao knife on the side of the road, his eyes suddenly lit up, although Jiulong is strong, but he is not very skilled, there is a knife, it is completely different.

In the midst of great joy, the figure turned, and rushed directly to the survivor who was carrying the Miao knife, seeing that this person immediately stood on guard and held the Miao knife tightly with both hands and prepared to slash, then these things, deceived into his body, and his holding knife was not cut off, Wu Feng kicked his chest, and took the Miao knife with a total length of five feet, a handle length of one foot and two inches, a blade length of three feet and eight inches, and a blade width of one inch and two minutes.

Stop, no matter the survivor who was kicked away, no matter how many of his companions rushed out of the shop with weapons, holding this bloodstained Miao knife, the whole person's spirit was different, as if a knife in hand, I have it in the world.

"Ha, good knife!"

These people who rushed out with knives, sticks and axes didn't question, didn't say anything, they were about to slash at Wu Feng with knives and axes, but, the knives and axes all fell short, looking for them, Wu Feng had strode away with the blood in the sky, these survivors scolded and wanted to chase after Wu Feng, that Zeng thought that before he could chase a few steps, a black light flashed, and the sound of "click, click" broke out, and when the sound disappeared, several people lay silently in a pool of blood, no one saw how the mourners attacked, they could only see a hole in the forehead of these people, No brains, no blood......

The mourner, who had blood left on the corner of his mouth, didn't look at the corpse of the survivor, it only needed Wu Feng's flesh and blood, Wu Feng's brain, and roared, and continued to chase after Wu Feng in great strides.

After it leaves, a few corpses are a feast for the zombies.

By the time the mutant Tibetan mastiff rushed past the small shop, Wu Feng had already seen that the houses were gradually decreasing, on the right, there were only some single-family farmhouses, and there were some factories on the left, and the zombies were wandering on the road.

In the mountains, there are very few zombies, but there is no time left, and I don't want to expend those physical strengths, as long as I am a few hundred meters, there is an open field, there, the ideal battlefield.

"Roar!"

The roar of the mourner sounded behind him, and he suddenly lifted his breath, carrying the Miao knife he had just snatched, and his body burst out.

At the same time, his ribs were broken, but he was carrying Jiao Yu, who was left by Wu Feng in his backpack, holding the black back that was constantly struggling, and walked towards the toll booth step by step, with a lonely back, with self-blame in his eyes, fighting, he couldn't intervene in the battle just now.

The Mourner, he didn't know why the heavens wanted to create such a perverted zombie as the Mourner, but if Wu Feng told him that the Mourner was just a juvenile, just one of the high-level mutant zombies, then I don't know how he would feel.

With some self-blame, with a strong desire, not a desire for strength, but a desire to see Wu Feng again.

There is another person who is as eager as Jiao Yu, but this person is not eager to see Wu Feng again, but to kill Wu Feng, of course, if this person who came along the railroad track knows that Wu Feng used the magic forbidden move again, and he almost can't wait to fight the monster, then I don't know how this person will feel......

At this moment, in the field full of withered crops, Wu Feng stood on the ridge of the field, his blood and qi were circling around, like a dragon and smoke, some people wanted to kill him, some people wanted to find him, and some people were waiting for him, but Wu Feng only breathed quietly, and his eyes were as cold as jackals only the mourners who rushed over, as if there was nothing else in this world except the burying ones, no himself, no mutated Tibetan mastiffs that followed.

Kill it and bury it for yourself.

"Bloody battle!"

With the determination to die, with a flick of the Miao knife, the blood qi spread out like a shock wave in an instant, and Wu Feng's cold eyes were already reflected in the eyes of the mourner, as well as the smile on the corner of his mouth when the knife rushed in......