Quiet, as the roaring sound disappeared, everything seemed to stop, the zombies stopped calling, Wu Feng also forgot to breathe, everything, just because of the figure standing in the rubble.

As the breeze blows away the dust on his body, the perfect body proportions make the two-meter height not obtrusive, the bronzed skin and the slender muscle lines are more masculine and strong, and the light blue eyes as deep as the starry sky make people not believe that this is a pair of zombie eyes!

That's right, it's a zombie, and the black fangs in its mouth prove its identity, the enemy of humanity, the zombie!

"Roar, roar......" The rough roar spewed out from the mouth covered with black fangs with dust, shaking the surrounding zombies, and shaking Wu Feng's heart when the zombies stopped.

I never dreamed that it would appear in the end of the world so early, it, dominate death, control fear, bestow despair, the king of mutated zombies, the power of Power-type mutated zombies, the speed of Speed-type zombies, and the wisdom of WC-type zombies are not worth mentioning in front of it.

Its name is called, burial.

The real high-level mutant zombie, the demon that destroyed everything, it has not yet turned around, but Wu Feng's heart is as cold as a harsh winter, it led 300,000 zombies to break through the survivor base with heavy defense when it first appeared in front of the world, and tens of thousands of living beings were sent to the table by it, but the rich blood feast was made of human blood and flesh.

Every time it appears, it brings despair and destruction to mankind, and legend has it that there is no trace of humanity in the area where it exists.

What to do? This sudden bad luck made his mind blank, and when his perfect body was reflected in his eyes, his body couldn't stop trembling, can he live? Can you? Every time the major forces found a mourner, they tried their best to encircle and suppress it, but every time they lost their soldiers, including the ancient martial arts family, including the military ......

"Roar!"

A low roar sounded in his ears again, the black fangs seemed to be waiting to drink the blood, and the light blue eyes seemed to be the expression of seeing the roast rabbit on the campfire.

"Wangwang......" The black back, I don't know when he ran out of the backpack, the young body barked at the mourner, as if to protect the cowardly master behind him.

"Roar!"

It, with a cry, as if thanking the boss for adding an egg to its fried rice.

"Roar!"

He, with a roar, seemed to be ashamed of his fears.

Dead, I don't know if I can live, but I will never be restrained, in the roar, the clothes on my body are torn, the blood vessels bulge like a dragon, the blood is like a dragon, rising like smoke, and the dragon is decided!

Perversely, the magic is forbidden, Wu Feng did not hesitate to cast it, hesitate and die!

Ignoring the meridian colic, the blood flowed rapidly, and saw the mourner rush towards the black back who was still barking, hooked his toes, and kicked the basketball-sized cement with steel bars towards the mourner, and at the same time, his fists were red as blood, and his footsteps brought up the blood like a thunderbolt.

"Whirring ......"

The cement block flew towards the mourner, and with a wave of his fist, the cement block was smashed with a "bang", not to mention that the big hands didn't even break the skin! And Wu Feng was not surprised, even if this mourner was just a young body, his strength was much stronger than that of a mature P-type mutant zombie, and he didn't care so much, and the red fist of rising blood slammed into its bronze head.

With a loud "snap", Wu Feng only felt that he was hitting the stone, and in pain, he felt even more that the violent internal force was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was impossible to destroy his brain at all!

I was shocked in my heart, but I heard the roar of the mourner's "roar", like an ant committing a crime, violating his unshakable dignity and status, and his fist was thrown out like a whip.

Boxer? Look at this bury person took a step forward, the muscles in the waist were tense, the force from the feet to the waist, and then to the arms, it can be said that the whole body strength was used, the mourner, like the WC type zombie, has wisdom that other zombies can't reach, the difference is that this bury person has scattered memories of life at the beginning, combat skills, and more like instinct, if the mourner was a fighting master before his death, then ......

Not to mention anything else, at this moment, Wu Feng only felt the evil wind hitting his face, his footsteps slipped, stepped on a broken brick, and avoided the punch that was enough to break the stone and open the monument when he came to the left side of the mourner, and looked at his armpit, which was a sudden blow, that had thought that the mourner's reaction was fast enough, and his left fist swept over, helpless, he had to take a step back, but he forgot that he was on top of the rubble, and when he stepped on his hind legs, he stepped directly on an empty air.

Seeing that he was about to fall, but if he leaned back, he would definitely die, and in an instant, his left foot was on the ground, and the tip of his right foot hooked the slender left leg of the mourner, but as soon as he hooked it, he saw the fists of the mourner slammed down between the bent down.

It was too late, it was fast, Wu Feng didn't have time to think about it, as soon as he stabilized his body, he immediately kicked the left leg of the mourner with his right foot, and with the help of his strength, he retreated directly backwards to prevent him from being smashed by the cement block.

"Bang ......"

In the muffled sound, a section of cement slab directly cracked, as if the most insulted mourner took a step and was about to catch up with Wu Feng who had fallen to the ground after flipping over.

Seeing this mourner striding towards him, Wu Feng was bottomless in his heart, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all, shattering his brain? The punch just now used ten percent of its strength, and even the brains of mutated zombies were about to be shattered, but this burying person was fine at all, and he didn't even give a reaction.

"Damn, if only I knew how to deal with it!" In the midst of the curse, when he pulled out and retreated, his feet suddenly kicked two small pieces of cement over, but unfortunately, the two pieces of cement turned into powder under his punch, which could not hinder its progress at all and only made it more angry.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud roar, "Brother Feng, axe!" ”

Don't dare to turn his head, Yu Guang saw Jiao Yu throwing an axe over in the distance, but this accurate head was very poor, and the axe was thrown directly to the mourner, but his eyes were immediately one, and when the mourner walked over with the spirit of a king, he suddenly jumped to the side of the mourner, did not take the axe, and when the axe was cut on the side waist of the mourner, he filled the inside and lifted a foot on the back of the axe, wanting to kick the axe close to his side waist.

"Roar!" The mourner roared, not because of the pain, the axe made Wu Feng add a force, but it only left a white mark on its side, what made it roar was just that the food provoked it three or four times, making it angry, and making it feel humiliated......

Turning around, it grabbed Wu Feng who had not had time to withdraw as fast as thunder, it wanted to crush the bones of this food one by one, tear the skin and flesh little by little, and then dip it in the blood of the zombies and devour it together......