The rain became heavier and heavier, and at the beginning it was said that it was a continuous drizzle, but it became a continuous rain line, and the whole world was overcast. Although it is still said that it is daytime, the sky and the earth have become hazy, which makes people feel depressed for a while.

Yang Qian's whole body was already soaked, and when he saw that the rain was not wet, his whole mood instantly felt bad, and his feet stepped on the rain-soaked ground, giving some of his depression to the earth, so that the rain splashed around, and his mood seemed to become better.

The crackling sound of the rain hid the footsteps of Yang Qian and the Wind Snatching Dragon, and also hid the crisis between heaven and earth. Yang felt a throbbing in his heart as he walked, and the ground was no longer gray and white, but turned blood red. They seemed to be walking on the Yellow Springs Road, their eyes were red, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards them, making people feel sick.

Yang Qian, as a blood originator, naturally likes blood, and the smell of blood can't affect him at all. The wind snatched the dragon and couldn't stand the pull, so he ran to the side and vomited, until he vomited out all the bitter water. He felt that Yang Qian was really perverted, and he didn't react at all.

Yang Qian stopped, squatted on the ground and touched the red liquid on the ground, put it under his nose and smelled it, and exclaimed: "These are all human blood, where does so much blood come from." Are they fighting again?"

Feng Baolong had already stood behind Yang Qian, and when he heard him say this, he continued: "Go to the front and take a look, you won't know." Yang Qian is right to think about it, instead of guessing here, it is better to see it with his own eyes. The two hit the road again, but became much more vigilant.

Suddenly, a roar that did not look like a human voice sounded on Yang Qian's left side, Yang Qian stopped and slid to the right, avoiding the attack of unknown creatures, and pulled out the pig-killing knife to prepare for battle, but was startled by the monster that came.

The monster was still in human form, apparently once a human, but now just a monster. Because his eyes bulged, his teeth were pointed, and his nails were sharp, he was a zombie. Yang Qian had heard the story of zombies in both his past life and this life, but it was the first time he had seen zombies with his own eyes.

"Ahh The Wind Snatching Dragon suddenly screamed and rushed behind Yang Qian. A dense sound of footsteps, sounded from all directions, even drowning out the sound of rain falling. Yang Qian and Feng Snatcher broke out in a cold sweat, they were surrounded by zombies. And what makes people even more desperate is that many of these zombies are the Great Yan Martial Arts people who entered in front.

Yang Qian saw a familiar figure, it turned out that the short man who was fighting against the "Breeze and Drizzle Building" in the broken temple had not had time to settle accounts with Yang Qian, and had already turned into a zombie. A hole was exposed on the top of his head, his eyes were hollow, his right hand was bent, and his left hand was fluttering, just in front of Yang Qian.

Yang Qian and Wind Capture Dragon seem to be delicious food, attracting waves of zombies to arrive. Thousands of zombies surrounded the two, with three layers inside and three layers outside. The two seem to be boats in the ocean, which may be swallowed by the wind and waves at any time.

Yang Qian II is a human being and has a very strong heart. If it was replaced by the original Yang Qian, he would have escaped with his head in his arms, and the end of this would be to become food for zombies. These zombies are obviously extremely hungry, and the two of them will be torn to shreds in an instant, and it is impossible to even turn into zombies.

Yang Qian was very puzzled, how did all the people in the Great Yan Martial Arts become zombies? Some of these zombies had severed hands, some had broken feet, some had only half of their heads, and some of their intestines were exposed. Red blood stained their appearance, and they looked terrifying. Yang Qian has watched a lot of horror movies, and he doesn't have these zombie horrors.

No matter how Yang Qian guessed, he couldn't figure out what these Great Yan Martial Arts people had encountered. Now this question is not a problem for him to struggle, their most critical problem is how to escape.

Yang Qian had carefully studied the map of this area, and remembered that there was an abandoned post station in the north, but he could hide for a while, after all, it was better than being attacked on all sides in the wilderness. Yang Qian told the wind dragon what he thought in his heart, and the wind dragon raised his hands in agreement. He seems to be a weak woman now, and only Yang Qian's shoulders can be relied on. At this critical moment, Yang Qian didn't bother to think about why the wind capture dragon's behavior was so abnormal, and was ready to break through to the north.

At this time, four or five zombies pounced on Yang Qian, Yang Qian's pig-killing knife slashed the zombie in front of him with a streamer, but it seemed to be cut in the middle of the defeat, the zombie was completely fine, but stuck his pig-killing knife on it.

Yang Qian didn't pull it out after pulling it out a few times, and the zombie had already opened its broken mouth and bit him on the neck. Yang Qian was shocked in his heart, and shouted that it was over. If he is bitten by a zombie, it will be difficult to survive, but he will not live enough!

At this moment of crisis, the Wind Snatcher suddenly appears and kicks the zombie away. Yang Qian glanced at the wind snatching dragon gratefully, and felt that he was not evil at all, too cute.

"Zombies don't feel pain, chop off their joints, or heads. The Wind Snatching Dragon had already pulled out his long sword and exchanged hands with the zombies behind him, eagerly sending a message to Yang Qian. Yang Qian completely obeyed the words of the wind snatching dragon, and swung his knife to slash at the leg joints of the zombie on the left, and it worked.

The zombie fell to the ground and grabbed the ground with both hands, and could not stand up again. Yang Qian was just proud, and the zombie lying on the ground suddenly flew towards him, and rushed straight to his face with the momentum of Mount Tai. Yang Qian was frightened into a cold sweat and fell directly to the ground, waving his knife at the same time.

With a thud, the zombie's head was chopped off. The zombie corpse fell and crushed him to the ground, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, apparently the inner house had been injured. Yang Qian didn't have time to sigh, and another zombie pounced on him. He immediately pushed the zombie corpses to their feet and roamed around, looking for an opportunity to cut off their heads.

Yang Qian and Feng Capture Dragon fought back-to-back, and their cooperation gradually became proficient, but the zombies were overwhelming, and the two of them would die of exhaustion here sooner or later. Yang Qian is better, he is already immune to the terrifying situation, just swing the knife and slash. Since he was a child, he didn't have as many terrifying things as he saw today, and he often yelled and screamed.

If it weren't for the enemy, it is estimated that he would have thrown out even the soiled sword. Yang Qian secretly observed the Wind Capture Dragon during the battle, and found that he shouted very loudly, and his swordsmanship was not bad. The sword light is shining, the sword moves are beautiful, and the lethality is not bad.

These zombies seem to be just low-level zombies, they can only attack according to instinct, and the martial arts of the two are enough to deal with it, but the heroes are also afraid of many people, and the immortals can't deal with a million-dollar army. Yang Qian didn't know how many times he swung the knife, a thick pile of zombies had fallen around him, his arms were numb, his internal strength had been exhausted, and there was no way, the two of them could only be bitten to death by zombies, and they also became a member of the zombie army.

Yang Qian finally understood what his father often told him, manpower will eventually be poor, and only by learning to use all resources can he be a qualified general. Yang Qian never wanted to be a general, his predecessor was the same, he was the same, but he understood what Yang Lie meant.

When you are in the midst of thousands of troops, any martial arts moves are useless. At this time, we can only rely on internal strength and perseverance. Whoever has strong internal strength and strong perseverance will be able to persevere to the end.

The more Yang Qian thought about it, the more angry he became, and shouted at the wind: "I really fell into eight lifetimes of blood mold when I met you, and I am only sixteen years old? My wife has not yet married, and I will die with you, and I will get a reputation of 'Longyang'." If you have any tricks, do it, I know you have. ”

Yang Qian can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he found that Feng Bao Long is too calm, and he has no fear along the way, unless he really has a problem with his brain, otherwise he must have a trick to defend himself. The wind dragon is also very helpless, the first time I went out, I thought I met an interesting guy, but I didn't expect to meet a bunch of zombies, of course I have the ability to save my life, but I can't use it casually!

Yang Qian's pig-killing knife is very sharp, and the pig-killing knife method is becoming more and more proficient, basically a zombie at a knife, but it is useless, there are too many zombies, and his internal strength is limited, and there is always a time when he is exhausted. While fighting, Feng Capture Dragon observed Yang Qian's battle situation, and knew that he was right, and if he didn't make a trick, both of them would finish playing.

Feng Capture Dragon gritted his teeth and said loudly, you help me protect the Dharma for three breaths, and I will cast the spell. Yang Qian replied to his words with action, turned around and began to wander around, while Feng Snatching Dragon sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his hands in a Buddha worship, accumulating strength, ready to cast a spell.

Yang Qian squeezed out all his potential, one knife was faster than another, killing all the zombies around him, and preventing all zombies from harming the wind and dragon. Three breaths is a very short period of time, and for Yang Qian, it seems to be farther than a century.

He waved his hands mechanically, killing many zombies. His hands were unsteady and his internal breath was in turmoil. He knew he could fall at any moment, but he couldn't because he hadn't lived long enough. In his previous life, he couldn't defeat the disease, and God gave him this opportunity, how could he not cherish it. Yang Qian bit the tip of his tongue to make himself sober.

Fighting for survival, he must persevere and persevere. But there are too many zombies, and they can't be killed, Yang subconscious gradually blurred, and just when Yang Qian was about to fall, he finally heard the wind snatching dragon shouting: "Break." The earth shook, as if countless horses were galloping past, and a dazzling golden light flashed, spreading all around, like a shock breaking and spreading, and the sky was wide in an instant.

There are no more zombies within a foot of Yang Qian and Feng Capture Dragon. Before Yang Qian could shock the Wind Capture Dragon to use some peerless technique, he saw the Wind Capture Dragon's head tilted, and he was about to fall to the ground. He hurriedly stepped forward to support him, touched his nose, and fortunately only fainted before he was relieved.

Zombies have no eyes, no feelings, and are all instinctual. Yang Qian and Wind Snatching Dragon are the only living creatures in this area, and all the zombies are surrounding here. The Wind Snatcher cleaned up a wave, and there were no more hordes of zombies around.

Yang Qian didn't dare to slack off, and ran towards the north with the wind on his back, and must enter the post station before the zombies returned to the siege. He runs wildly with the wind on his back, encountering a single zombie and slashing and slashing, and when he encounters a group of zombies, he runs away from the road. After a mile of travel, I finally saw the post station in the wilderness.

Yang Qian was wet, and he didn't know if it was rain or sweat. He didn't even have time to reach out and wipe his face. Now that I saw the shelter, my heart relaxed, my legs went limp, and I almost fell to the ground.

Yang Qian knew that he couldn't stay yet, so the zombies immediately gathered again, bit his tongue hard, and a sharp pain gave him a trace of spirit and rushed into the post station.