Chapter 423 Fighting

Zhang Haotian doesn't think there is anything strange about him. He is nothing special than ordinary zombies.

To say the difference is the clothes on the body. It seems to be the kind of clothes worn by people in the 1950s and 1960s. It is not very popular, and it is not the official uniform of zombies in the Qing Dynasty. It's just a little big.

The zombie is not Ling Feng. Ling Feng and Zhang Haotian know him, which is different from this zombie. Haotian had a fight with Ling Feng a few days ago. This guy is one head taller than Ling Feng's.

Daily, Haotian understood that Ling Feng turned into a zombie, and he probably bit him.

Zhang Haotian raised his hand and touched Zhang Banxian. He smiled and said, "Old man, why don't you go out and deal with him? Aren't you Maoshan Road? There should be a way to deal with him.

Zhang Laodao was so scared that he said, "No, I don't dare. He is a descendant of the drought, the third generation of zombies, very powerful, and my Maoshan skill doesn't work for him."

Haotian snorted: "It turns out that experts will brag in addition to bullshit. I give you a million a year. What are you going to do? Are you going or not?"

Lao Zhang said, "If you don't go, you won't go even if you beat him to death."

Zhang Haotian was too bad. As soon as he tried hard, he twisted Zhang Laodao's buttocks, gritted his teeth and began to twist it. He hurt Zhang Laodao, and he jumped up with a mother.

After Zhang Laodao jumped up, the zombie just arrived and came face to face with him.

Zhang Laodao was so scared that his face turned green. He couldn't help but pick up the mahogany sword and stabbed it. As a result, something unexpected happened. The mahogany sword not only did not cause damage to the zombies, but also split into two knots.

What a hard belly! Just as Mr. Zhang was stunned, the zombie suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder. He was as strong as an ox, raised him high above his head, aimed at the wall next to him and fell fiercely.

Hearing a crack, Zhang Laodao felt that the golden star in front of his eyes was straight, and his chest seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. His head buzzed, and his whole body fainted.

Hao Tianxin said, it's over... Originally, I wanted to try Zhang Laodao's kung fu, but I didn't expect that this old guy was an embroidered pillow, which was not good.

Zhang Laodao said that he was in a coma. To put it bluntly, he was a short syncope and was thrown on the wall. It is estimated that anyone will have syncope. If he does not faint, he will not be a human.

When he shook his head and got up, he felt stuffy and uncomfortable in his chest. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Mr. Zhang also scolded: "Zhang Haotian, you are so bad! How can you joke like that? Damn, he is the zombie king. Only the soul-chasing knife in your hand can deal with him. Draw a knife and kill him!"

It is obvious that the zombie in front of him has been cultivated to the third level, that is, the jumping corpse, the advanced hair stiffness. He is almost not afraid of anything, and his whole body is covered with copper and iron bones. An ordinary sword can't hurt him at all.

Zhang Laodao hoped that Haotian would draw his knife quickly, kill the zombies, and stared at Zhang Haotian.

But Haotian didn't draw a knife. He wanted to try his strength.

He has had a fight with Ling Feng. If this zombie is the third generation, then Ling Feng should be the fourth generation.

Ling Feng was beaten by Haotian's fists and feet. Haotian felt that he should be able to deal with him with his own kung fu.

Zhang Haotian suddenly jumped up and howled, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his mouth was a strange cry. His voice was earth-shattering and touching.

Zhang Laodao was almost scared to death, because he also saw two sharp teeth growing in Zhang Haotian's mouth. As soon as his hands were stretched out, the nails became long. It was obviously a pair of animal claws, and he jumped up at once, looking extremely horrible.

This time, the old man was really dumbfounded. He never thought that Haotian would become so horrible.

His shape was no less than that of a wolf. He quickly wrestled with the zombie, and there was a squeaky scream in his mouth, which was extremely fierce.

One person and one corpse, you bite my skin, I tear your meat, jump to the roof, and then roll to the ground, hitting the tables, chairs and benches, and the broken pieces of wood splashing everywhere, almost razing the whole basement to the ground.

The space seemed to be large, and those miscellaneous things were scattered all over the ground. The zombies and Zhang Haotian quickly separated. No one spoke, so they looked at each other.

At this time, Lao Dao found that the zombie's two eyes were as bright as light bulbs, emitting a bright green light. His eyes seemed to be born in an instant. Just now, he found that he had no eyes, only two black eye holes. Will his eyes also be invisible?

The clothes on the zombies have been torn to thousands of strands by Zhang Haotian. A gust of wind blew and danced in the wind. His arms stretched out straight, and he opened his mouth: "Ah--" A strong corpse gas spewed out, which smelled bad.

Zhang Haotian was not seriously injured. Several nails on his hand had been broken by zombies, and his arms and back were torn several times, which was bloody. The white skirts are dyed red. He was gasping for breath, and he was already a little exhausted.

Zhang Haotian's sudden transformation almost scared off the three souls and seven souls. But he couldn't watch Haotian get hurt. He got up desperately, took out a charm from his pocket, and was about to rush over.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Haotian screamed again, pushed the old man aside, jumped up and grabbed the zombie.

The zombie's arm was still not bent. Looking at Zhang Haotian approaching, his figure drifted backwards. Haotian's claws always kept an inch or two away from his belly, and the two figures rushed out of the distance in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Zhang Haotian leaped into the air and kicked the zombie's chest firmly with his feet, and his body had moved behind the zombie. A thick white light flashed, and the zombie's neck was firmly tied.

Zhang Banxian saw it clearly. The one who tied the zombie's neck turned out to be Zhang Haotian's shirt. Now Haotian has been naked, wrapped his shirt around his neck, and dragged the zombies far away.

Unexpectedly, the zombie moved faster. He grabbed Zhang Haotian's arm fiercely and threw it out hard.

Next to it is a large round pillar. This large column is one of the eight pillars in the basement. The load-bearing is the whole office building. Neither of them can hold it. It is made of cement. Once it is hit, it must be smashed to pieces.

While flying out, Zhang Haotian was already prepared. First of all, he stretched out his feet. As soon as his body turned, his toes were on the pillar, he turned over and rotated, and landed firmly on the ground.

The zombie was stunned for a moment and said to himself that I was so fast. I can't even kill him. I'll go to you.

Then he loosened Haotian's hand, and his claws stretched out from the left side of his body and went straight to Zhang Haotian's front chest. Zhang Haotian immediately understood and knew that he was going to take out his heart.

This time, Zhang Haotian's hands were as fast as lightning. When he went up, he grabbed the two wrists of the zombie. His body leaned back and flew up, just kicked on the zombie's chest. The zombie was like a broken kite, flying far away and fell to the ground with a bang.

But his body just touched the ground, and his back bounced like a spring. Then he rose into the air, stretched out his arms and inserted into Haotian's neck.

Zhang Haotian didn't know if he could beat him. He had to have a try. It seemed that he didn't draw a knife, and he really couldn't beat him. This grandson was much more difficult to deal with than Ling Feng.

Just as the zombie's claws were about to touch his neck, Zhang Haotian felt that his back was loose, and a white light flashed out of his ribs, drew a semicircle in the air, and then steadily fell into his hand.

It was a seven-step soul-chasing knife. The seven-step soul-chasing knife finally took action. It foresaw that its master was going to be hurt, and it jumped out of its ribs.

In just one moment, the soul-chasing knife has cut off the ten fingers of the zombie. The ten fingers fell to the ground and immediately turned into a handful of dust and scattered away.

The zombie went backwards in pain, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, got up in a panic, and flew to the northwest corner of the basement, and his body flashed away.

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