life in a desperate situation

The original corpse group was decisively overwhelming, and the hot-blooded mood of fighting back and killing zombies was ignited, and the combat ability generated by the team members in the Jedi was infinitely enlarged at this time. The axe is tricky and fierce, and the knife sees blood.

Kill! With the strong support of the team members, the road to the corpses was fiercely counterattacked by themselves.

The axe blade brought out a strong wind and suddenly split down the zombie spirit. Poo! The blood of the corpse brain splashed back to the ground. The sore bones in the palm of the hand were swallowed up by the anger in the heart.

Kill! With a cold hum, the blood soul in his hand sent a fatal blow. After a few sounds, an open space was made up beside him.

Slowly, the two sides went from a war to a war of separation, and in the end, the situation was biased towards Weidong. There was a continuous supply of zombies, and the unfinished torrent in the rear was forced back by the remnants of Wei Dong's blood axe phantom.

Blood and sweat poured down. The tomahawk in the hands of the team members is like a demon-killing artifact, and the remnants of the cold light must be across the mountain.

Xu Zheng opened and closed the cross axe flower left and right, and the blood axe in his hand cut off the two corpses that rushed to the front. He strode to Wei Dong's side and gasped and said, "Captain! What should I do? Now the team has been in contact with the zombie army and can't get out!"

Drink! The blood soul in his hand cut down, and the ugly zombie head in front of him fell unwillingly. Solve the crisis in front of you, hey, smile and don't say anything, and look directly at the place seven or eight meters ahead!

Xu Zheng originally looked anxious, but it floated along Wei Dong's sight. Er! It's the way out!" Jiang Hong's face was much calmer, and after the new escape, his depressed mood rose. Ready to ask again, the blood soul in Wei Dong's hand rolled up a bloody storm and disappeared in front of him. Seeing this, Xu Zheng's fighting spirit soared. Holding a sharp axe in his arms, he split the zombies sent to the door in front of him into two sections and chased Wei Dong away.

A long sword of blood soul in his hand, picking out all the obstacles in front of him. The sharp-edged gyro in the corpse rotates at high speed, opening the surrounding space within a few meters. The broken arm rose into the air and fell quickly, and a song of death was played in the waterway.

"Kill!" Looking at the exit close at hand, my heart is full of anger. The blood soul in his hand shook out dozens of knives and sent them to the zombie's neck, face door and other places. Several corpses died, and there were several more rays of souls under the knife!

Drink! He bent down and dodged the zombie's abhorrous blow. His right hand raised his strange backhand. The difficult zombie slowly slipped down to death, leaving a stain of blood to solve the life.

When the first one was about to step in, a corpse claw hidden in the passage came out. The black tiger grabbed behind him.

"Hm?" Feel the strong wind behind and be familiar with the means of enemy attack. Turning around and disintegrating can't be achieved, so I have to give up. The magic trick of escape, a lazy donkey rolled down and lay back. I hit the ground several times and stood up again to see the current situation. I saw a corpse ** five claws attack, and the target flashed a stag. Stop and turn around and rush in your own direction with several blood of the same kind around you!

Hum! ~~ Look around, there is nothing but the oncoming corpses. The road to life is in my eyes, and my heart is shocked.

"Kill!" Withdrawing his voice and raising his right hand high above his head, he rushed to the zombie with a flash of the iron palm under his feet. The five blood claws hit his face and jumped back without surprise. The blood claws waved down as promised, leaving only a few winds on his face.

"Drink!" There was a dull sound in his throat, and the blood soul of his right hand straightened up until the five zombies were in the neck position. His face was still angry, and his wrists were fiercely clenched at the zombie's neck.

"Go!" The blade of the blood soul canine teeth broke all the constraints and blocked it, and the fierceness rushed away. The shadow flashed several times, and a few slight tremors came from the palm of his hand.

The five zombies in front of him felt that their bodies were abnormally touched by armrests, and their claws had not yet arrived, and their heads had rolled away from their bodies.

The five zombies fighting in front of him, the parabola sloped to a downward blood line, and the five corpses stopped and collapsed to the ground to scatter a pool of meat...

He was not stopped by the good result of hitting the five corpses in front of him, striding forward and killing, and several corpses were killed again.

At this end, Xu Zheng and the team members led by Wang Hu went to the passage in twos and threes, sticking to this place to welcome the remaining team members who arrived slightly.

Just as everyone was happy and ready to cheer, the corpses behind them dragged everyone into danger again.

"Hurry up! The corpses behind him are coming! If you don't want to die, rush here quickly!" Knowing that the road between the front and back was about to be cut off, he shouted loudly.

The corpses chasing behind them stirred up the whole wave of battle. Everyone was in danger of physical weakness and killed them towards the channel with a tomahawk.

"Captain! What are you doing?" Wang Hu was about to ask something when he saw Wei Dong holding a blood soul machete and killing it back.

Looking at the besieging team members, they are about to be swallowed up by the corpses behind them. They can't keep silent and go back.

"Drink~~Drink~" Dozens of corpses lost their lives in front of them. Don't relieve most of the pressure of the team members. Run out of an opening and run in your own direction!

As several of the team members who followed quickly walked forward, several gloomy winds suddenly hit behind them. Just as I looked back and saw three or four zombies from the corpses, the blood claws raised their heads and flashed away. The next second, the three team members crossed the corner of the corpse on the spot, and the zombie offensive did not stop. The five-claw front turned straight into the heads of the three team members in danger.

"Puff!" Three cracks muffled, and after the painful hum of the three, the zombies stopped their footsteps and greedily sucked the remaining blood from the tip of their claws, and there were bursts of groaning and trembling in their throats.

Looking at the three team members in front of him who lost their lives, a sense of anger in his heart, and the blood soul in his hand roared and killed the incident.

Kill! I'll kill it! Kill all your scraps. Kill!

The hatred of the three team members stimulated their hatred, and the blood soul in their hands rushed straight to the front of the corpse group with the momentum of blood and wind.

Several rounds of chopping and killing, and several corpses fell around again. After inadvertently killing the zombies, the besieged team members greatly reduced their pressure and rushed out of the corpses and rushed to the passage.

Looking at the team members who escaped and left, their anger was a little calm, and their cold eyes turned to the corpses in front of them.

Despite the zombies that killed three team members in front of him, and did not stop and leave to the rear. He snorted coldly: "Although the death of the three team members is very angry, it is still clear which situation is less important to you! Now that the other team members have escaped, they can't stay here any longer!" Then the electric flint quickly left for the passage!!

(Well! The chapter that the thief just squeezed out was supposed to be released tomorrow, but he couldn't help but be enthusiastic about the readers' friends, so he had to update the chapter today. Present a chapter of American literature as an encouraging red ticket to support it! Again, the thief never saves manuscripts, because it is easy to make people lazy. Therefore, the chapters presented by the thief every day are written on the same day. The thief gives 10,000 great update to his friends every day!)