"Alas......"

Looking at the scene of the man being eaten by the corpses, Liao Fan could only sigh in his heart.

He has been trying to cultivate this group of people, and as long as they can show enough performance, Liao Fan may be able to accept these exiles.

But it's a pity that there are too few people with excellent warrior qualities in the last days, except for the scar-faced man's performance that is barely visible, the rest of the people can't get into Liao Fan's eyes at all.

Liao Fan, who had been watching from the wall, suddenly bent down and picked up the machete that the man had dropped on the ground.

He had never made a move, but suddenly took a step forward, and the blade turned into a screen and swept out.

The silver light swept over the heads of those zombies as fast as a phantom, followed by countless blood flying. A little scarlet splashed out, weaving a large net that flew in the sky, covering the zombies who rushed in.

This knife is not amazing, and it does not use much force, but the angle is extremely tricky, and it also shows a very terrifying lethality.

As long as he stabbed it, he cut off the heads of three zombies at the same time, and the disgusting heads rose to the sky, falling like basketballs, and with the splash of blood, the headless zombies fell to the ground one after another, completely unable to move.

The scar-faced man was stunned, he really didn't expect Liao Fan, who had always been inconspicuous, to master such a swift knife technique.

At this moment, the sword light is still continuing, neither brilliant nor magnificent, but the knife directly hits the vital point of the prey, and some only have real attacks.

Every time the knife flashed, there must be a zombie's head flying, and in just a few seconds, Liao Fan tore a gap alive, and was stunned to knock back half of the zombies who came over.

"You ......"

The scar-faced man didn't know what to say anymore, looking at Liao Fan, who was holding a rusty machete in his hand and dealing with zombies as fast as chopping melons and vegetables, he opened his mouth and was speechless.

Liao Fan didn't pay attention to his eyes, and all the way forward, the silver sword light cut through the thorns, and quickly cleared a bloody path in the corridor.

Even if he only held a rusty machete in his hand, even if he had not recovered from his injuries and could not exert his full strength, Liao Fan still relied on his own strength to break through a bloody path.

Rushing all the way, killing all the way, people quickly broke out of the corridor surrounded by corpses and came to the street outside.

But gradually, Liao Fan noticed a new problem.

At present, the number of zombies is still increasing, not only a lot of zombies have crawled out of that residential building, but even zombies are constantly pouring out of other buildings and dark corners.

The number of these zombies is a little too exaggerated, dense and ugly figures occupy most of the streets, the number is probably no less than two hundred, it seems that the residents of the entire street have all become zombies.

"How is it possible that there are so many infected people at once?"

Liao Fan thought for a while, and a bigger question appeared in his eyes.

In the last life, he didn't deal with these zombies, but according to convention, these zombies who mutated because of the apocalyptic virus will not appear in a centralized manner, looking at the ten years after the end of the world, Liao Fan's entire fugitive career, the number of zombies he saw added up, and there was not so much in front of him.

"There must be something wrong with it, such a situation does not exist in the memory of my previous life, what happened that caused the process of the end of Lin Cheng to deviate?"

Liao Fan's face was confused, and his heart became even more uneasy.

The change in the course of history is not a good thing, and the reason why Liao Fan was able to take the lead everywhere in the last days was because he had experienced all this, so he was able to firmly control the information of the end times.

But now, a wave of corpses that should not have appeared on a large scale has appeared, and even a small change could cause a butterfly effect, which in turn will change the entire course of the end times.

In this way, wouldn't the information of the end times in his hands also be invalid?

"Looks like we need to find out what the hell is going on here!"

Thinking of this, Liao Fan's gaze became even colder, the machete in his hand became more swift and powerful, and with a few slashes, he brought up a large number of stumps and broken arms, and the bright knife directly split a passage that stretched four or five meters, and there was no longer any reservation.

He turned his back to the crowd and clenched his left fist suddenly, and on the surface of his fist, a hot aura quickly condensed, diffusing a dazzling light and heat.

"Get out!" Liao Fan let out an angry roar in his heart, and his left fist quickly squeezed out, bombarding the place where the zombies were most dense.

The scorching energy condensed into a bolt of lightning, and with a bang, it landed in the most dense place of zombies.

Bang!

The energy explosion was followed by a muffled sound, a powerful shock wave mixed with a scorching wave, sweeping away more than a dozen zombies, and the huge impact force destroyed the zombie people's bodies, and in an instant, all the zombies in front of them became torn apart and torn apart by the fierce shock wave.

After completing the second evolution, Liao Fan's combat power has increased exponentially, and even in the face of hundreds of zombies, he will not feel any pressure.

But after all, he was still injured, and he couldn't last long, and after the sudden outburst, he immediately felt a dull pain in his chest, and the meridians became faintly sore.

"Damn, although I have recovered for several days, the internal injuries have not fully recovered, so I can only reduce the frequency of shots as much as possible."

Liao Fan covered his chest with his hands, cursed secretly in his heart, turned his head and glared at the helpless people behind him, and said in a low voice, "Don't you leave yet, waiting to deliver food to the zombies?" ”

The scar-faced man was completely stupid at this time, although he didn't know what Liao Fan had done, but the dozen or so zombies that were originally blocked in front of him suddenly all fell into death, obviously inseparable from this guy.

Liao Fan ignored the surprise in this guy's eyes, just smiled, with a cold and deep gaze, the scar-faced man's cold hair stood up, and a cold sweat appeared, and he couldn't say a word.

Relying on Liao Fan's sudden outburst, most of the corpse tide blocking the front had been dealt with, and people finally fled from this street, along the road they had walked before, and hurried back to the old car repair factory before.

The garage was not calm at this time, Wei Jun and the others seemed to be aware of the fighting movement on the other street, and were gathering manpower, ready to rush up to help.

But before he could rush into the battle area, he saw Liao Fan running back with the scar-faced man from a distance, hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed up, and asked Liao Fan who was walking in front,

"What's the situation, aren't you looking for food, how did you make such a big move?"

"Don't talk about it yet, let's hide it quickly!"

Liao Fan shook his head, and continued to lead them into the abandoned car repair shop, looking for gasoline to cover up the body odor on their bodies, and then quickly looking for cover, and pulled out a heavy canvas to close the doors and windows near the car repair shop.