From the time he went into battle to the present, he has been fighting for about twenty minutes, and the weapon is long and heavy, and no matter how good his physical fitness is, he can't withstand such consumption.

I pulled Duan Xu's arm with one hand and put it on the crook of his elbow in reverse, and a crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and Duan Xu's arm was completely drooping.

Without any worries, I rushed to Yang Hu's side with my sword in one hand, raising my sword to block the two claws of the thin zombie.

"You go and rest!"

Yang Hu brandished his spear and roared, "If I take your money, I have to give you my life!"

I flicked him away with my shoulder: "They are machines that don't get tired, you can't afford to spend it with him."

"You rest, come back and change me later!"

Wheel war, this is the best way I can think of before Xiaomei comes back.

The moment I fought with these two zombies, I realized how much pressure Yang Hu had endured just now.

This fat and thin two zombies, the palm of the hand only smashed a few times on the blade, and the blade already had a precursor to bending.

Even if the blade is thin, it is still made of forged steel, and when he fought with Yang Hu before, the sword was slashed on the hilt of the gun, and it was not deformed at all.

I kicked on my feet and jumped a few meters backwards.

The moment he landed, the breath had already fallen to the dantian, and the two hands were one in front and one behind, and the most basic defensive posture was out.

Turning my head, I looked at Yang Hu: "Brother, borrow some blood."

"What for?"

As I spoke, the two zombies had already flown and pounced, and I could only dodge again and roar at Yang Hu.

"Get me some blood!"

As I spoke, my body flashed, allowing the zombie claws to rub against my ears, and I took the blade of the sword under his armpit, and the moment he withdrew his hand, I jerked it out again.

This seemingly unskillful blow is my capital against them!

The sword is actually one of the oldest weapons, but it rarely appears on the battlefields of all dynasties, so that in the end it can only be reduced to some kind of status symbol.

No way, it's too hard to use.

In terms of distance, it is not comparable to a spear and halberd, and in terms of range, it is not comparable to a long-handled simple knife.

However, the flexibility of the sword is unmatched by any weapon.

Taoist kung fu is different, but there is no difference in essence, they are all borrowed strength.

No matter what angle they attacked, I pretended to take it, and when I was about to hit their claws, I suddenly pulled it open.

Under this routine, every attack of the two of them turned into nothingness, and there was no harm at all when they were lying on their stomachs.

Just then, the roar of cars came from behind me.

When I looked back, I felt a pang of distress.

Peach's car had been smashed beyond recognition, the collapsed and deformed hood almost covered the entire windshield, and the whole car staggered towards me like a drunk.

I turned my head to look at Yang Hu: "Change shifts!" You're on!"

"Get out of the way!"

The moment Yang Hu got up, a spear had already pierced me.

"Bang!"

The fat zombie was loaded into his spear head-on, and I quickly raised my hand the moment I pulled out.

"Stop!"

It's okay if I don't shout, this voice makes Xiaomei speed up directly.

Damn, eighty percent of them use the accelerator as a brake.

"Boom!"

The front of the car made close contact with the trunk of the tree again, and then it was forced to stop.

I pulled open the door of the main driver's car, and Xiaomei only had a wound on her forehead, which didn't look too serious.

I looked inside the car and saw a pile of snakeskin bags.

Turning my head, I opened the trunk door first, picked up the Tai Chi sword and slammed it at the snakeskin bag.

"Whoa......

Soybeans, mung beans, and beans of different colors go down like water.

"Xiaomei, get out of the car!"

The two of us quickly changed positions, and Xiaomei stood on the ground and asked loudly, "Master, the trunk is not closed!"

"Don't turn it off, get out of the way!"

"Bang!"

I slammed the heavy doors shut, geared, throttled, all in one go.

The roaring engine spun with the wheels, and the soft wet mud crackled and splattered.

"Hum!"

I basically stepped on the accelerator to the end, and just as the front of the car was about to hit the zombie, I instantly knocked the steering wheel to the left and killed.

In an instant, the car was already showing signs of rolling over.

I looked behind me through the blurry rearview mirror, and under the inertia of drifting, all the beans in the trunk were scattered, and the amount was so large that it almost covered the entire mud floor.

That's what I want!