In the end, Makoto decided to take a risk, although he was only thirty or forty zombies who were relatively advanced at first glance, but in the spirit of his superiority of IQ, he agreed with Elena's opinion. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, the main thing turned out to be that he wanted to try to see if he could absorb the soul fire of those zombies to strengthen himself.

'I can even transform the sea of the Sea of Revenant's, so there's no reason why these zombies can't be transformed. ’

With this in mind, Makoto reined in his strength and set his sights on the guy closest to the two.

Whether it is the soul fire of the undead or the pale flame of Makoto, it is very poor in terms of brightness, not only is the brightness not high, but the propagation distance is also short. In addition, Makoto's night vision is very poor, so he didn't see his outline until he was less than five meters away from the zombie.

'Cut, uglier than Elena. He thought to himself.

Because of the problem that Elena's armor was too loud, Makoto didn't let her come with her, and what he brought with him was just the broad-edged sword.

He shook the broadsword in his hand slightly, and sure enough, he felt that it did not match the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique, and he was afraid that the power would be reduced by at least half.

Standing five meters away, Makoto found that the zombie hadn't even found out yet, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said secretly: "What the hell, is the zombie's visual distance so short, obviously there is the same flame in his eyes as Elena, how can there be so much difference." ’

Thorn, stab, stab.

Makoto stared at the zombie and rubbed his foot on the ground three times.

However, the zombie remained unresponsive and stood there dumbfounded.

'Isn't it hearing?'

He snapped and stamped his foot.

The zombies finally reacted slightly, but that was clearly not enough to stimulate it.

After thinking about it, a trace of death breath emerged from his hand and wrapped around the sword.

The flames in the zombie's eyes immediately doubled, and when he looked up, he finally looked at it.

Cheng increased his output, and the zombie finally pounced on Cheng with a low roar as if he had found his target.

"Three-style, white crow feather. With a low snort, the heavy sword in Cheng's hand was quickly handed out, and the sword body shook and turned into three sword shadows, stabbing at the zombie's eyebrows and eyes.

As soon as the sword was handed out, he whispered, 'Oops!'

Cheng used the broad sword for the first time in actual combat, and after the sword in his hand stabbed out, he actually drove his body to tilt slightly to the right, and the three sword shadows, only the sword that pierced the center of his eyebrows was on his head.

Burst.

The tip of the sword stabbed the zombie in the forehead, and then made a large cut to the right under the pressure of the zombie rushing forward.

But this is obviously not painful for zombies.

There is no stiffness in this zombie movement at all, and the speed is only a little worse than Makoto.

Makoto's body was already a little unbalanced, and he was pressed by the reaction force on the sword, and he stumbled a little, and the whole person fell backwards.

There was an exclamation in the distance, Elena obviously didn't expect Makoto to be so unbearable, and she actually stepped into the defeated area at the beginning of the battle.

Naturally, the zombie didn't have sympathy, and opened its mouth to bite Makoto.

Coax.

A white flame lit up in the darkness.

Then the flames passed over the zombie's waist and snapped into a flushed face.

He stepped heavily on the zombie's back, pulled the broadsword that had just landed on the tip of the sword with his backhand, and stabbed a long hole in the zombie's waist.

With a pop, the zombie fell heavily to the ground.

Roar!

Makoto's despicable and unfair ability to turn fire apparently angered the zombie, causing it to roar in displeasure.

Makoto barely had to think about it to know the consequences of this roar, but he grabbed the hilt of his sword, and his power surged, and he secretly said, "One style, Swift." ’

Choke!

A clatter on a rock sounded.

In a flash of cold light, Makoto not only slipped open the zombie's head, but also cut a hole in the ground.

"Grass!"

Makoto could scarcely describe the collapse in his heart, his sword that had seriously miscalculated the distance almost numb his hands.

Before he had time to check the results, he grabbed the sword in his hand, rolled over and jumped up, and slammed towards a dark place.

Roar, roar, roar.

Behind him was already a barrage of roars.

The zombie's voice, coupled with Makoto's sword, almost alarmed all the zombies in this area, and Makoto could even imagine the scene of the zombies frantically rushing to the scene of the incident.

He rolled over and hid behind a rock, grabbed his broadsword upside down, and restrained his breath.

It's just that in an instant, Cheng ran out at a distance of more than twenty meters, and his escape talent was very powerful.

The roars in the distance came and went, and as he approached, Cheng tightened the broadsword in his hand, and couldn't help but think: "The first style is obviously the use of a short sword or a short knife, and I am also confused." ”

He waited for a while, looked slightly sideways at the situation in the distance, and cursed the fuck, there were indeed more than a dozen zombies gathered there.

But what made him feel even more fucked up was that these zombies roared for a long time, and one of them stretched out a paw and began to tear the corpse away.

This Nima is going to have a dinner party. ’

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the performance just now, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he made a few mistakes between the two moves, and he might be laughed at by Elena for a while.

The group of zombies ate for half an hour, during which several guys also fought, but apparently even if they scratched a few holes, they couldn't break their bones, so they eventually began to disperse aimlessly.

However, when Makoto saw the direction in which they were scattered, he couldn't help but secretly complain.

This group of zombies obviously had no concept of territory, and even began to spread out around the place where the dinner was gathered.

The two zombies that had just been fighting for the corpse parts shook in the direction where Makoto was.

Makoto rolled his eyes, gestured a few times, and his heart slowly calmed down.

After the previous battle, at least he let go of the fear of the unknown combat power of zombies.

If you use a sword, you can cut it. ’

Slowly adjusting his posture, Makoto returned the sword to his forehand again, calculated the distance of the shot, and felt like he was a hunter.

The two zombies scurry slowly, completely lacking the speed of attacking. But also dragging such a blessing, Makoto's tension slowly dissipated.

The two guys had obviously not expected a fanged assassin hiding in that dark corner, and they just felt a wave of death emerge from their front of them, and then they felt like the sky was spinning, and their heads were out of their normal position.

'Six-style, four-winged seagull'

The four-winged seagull not only sliced open the heads of the two zombies, but also clicked on each of them, and under the impact of the force, the two heads flew straight to a place at least five meters away from here.

And Makoto endured the nausea and supported the bodies of the two zombies, weakening the sound of them landing.

He knew that these zombies were not sensitive to sound, and if they were below a certain level, they might not react.

With two pops, the two heads fell elsewhere.

But what reassured him was that although the two sounds of landing were exchanged for a low roar, after seeing that there was no movement, it still slowly swayed and dispersed around.

Makoto rejoiced, "I don't seem to be able to feel the flame of the soul extinguished." ”