"No, don't kill her!"

Bei Feng waved his hand quickly and said with some helplessness: "Apart from that incident, she treats me quite well."

"You have to think clearly that this is the person who almost killed you."

Zheng Fan said lightly. As for Nan Li, it doesn't matter whether he should kill or stay. Anyway, this woman's ability happened to be restrained by his metallic fragments.

"Master Eighth Master, let's let her go." Bei Feng begged: "Although she almost killed me, I still can't bear to kill her."

"It's okay to surround her life, but this person cannot let go."

Zheng Fan said in an unquestionable tone, this is the leader of a big force. How could Zheng Fan let her go easily? Keeping her is of great use.

"What does the Eighth Master mean?"

"You carry her and follow me."

Bei Feng nodded, stepped forward and carried Nan Li behind his back, and followed Zheng Fan tightly.

Along the way, I encountered more and more zombies. Looking at me, even ordinary zombies a hundred meters away had a purpose and gathered at Zheng Fan.

"Is it because I ate the peach that can attract zombies?"

The more Zheng Fan thought about it, the more he felt it made sense: "The peaches are very attractive to zombies. If I eat them, I will definitely exude some kind of aura that attracts them."

"This is a bit troublesome."

Even zombies a hundred meters away can be attracted by Zheng Fan, so how can you sleep peacefully in the future?

Zheng Fan didn't count it carefully, and just took a quick look at it. At this moment, there were at least more than 300 zombies surrounding him.

"Being surrounded again."

It is not difficult to break through the siege alone. But it is very troublesome to bring Beifeng, the oil bottle.

"You should be fine against ordinary zombies, right?"

Zheng Fan put his hand into his pocket, then pulled out two steel knives and handed them to Bei Feng.

"Damn it, Master Ba, how did you put two big knives in your crotch?" Bei Feng asked in surprise. Zheng Fan seemed to him more and more mysterious.

"Where are you asking you, it's okay to deal with ordinary zombies?"

Zheng Fan frowned and thought to himself that Bei Feng's heart was so big that the zombies were approaching, and they were still asking some unnutritional words.

Bei Feng hurriedly said, "There is a problem, I have a problem, Master Ba. I am not bad at all, but I am squeezed out by Sister Nan Li every day, and I am now very weak."

"It's no problem to deal with three or five, but it won't take long for these hundreds of zombies to siege me."

Zheng Fan had a headache and had already begun to consider whether to leave Beifeng and run away alone.

Although the energy of fragments in the body is continuous, Zheng Fan dares not really use it all the time. What if this stable state is just an illusion?

Moreover, the longer you stay, the more zombies will gather. When will it be the end of the fight?

"Master Eighth Master, don't worry about me, you go." Bei Feng smiled bitterly and said, "It's worth your life to die with Nanli with me."

Zheng Fan was speechless: "I really don't understand what kind of bullshit love values ​​you have. Since you love her so much, you are not afraid of going to die together. Why did you run out at the beginning?"

Bei Feng's handsome face turned slightly red by Zheng Fan. In fact, he was just talking.

The purpose is to retreat as a move forward. He is betting that Zheng Fan is soft but not hard. After saying this, Zheng Fan will stay and help him resist the zombies.

Unfortunately, Zheng Fan didn't eat this trick, and he didn't even eat it soft or hard.

He looked at Bei Feng, then looked at Nan Li in his arms: "You wake up this woman. Her ability is quite special. I guess she will have some tricks of group attacking."

After saying that, Zheng Fan planned to leave. Because there were more and more zombies gathering around him, there were thousands of people, and it was less than fifty meters away from the few people.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a shout of killing in front of me soaring into the sky.

"Brothers, there are zombies here, kill them with me! Cut all these bastards!"

"Kill and kill!"

When Zheng Fan heard the sound, he jumped onto a small tree beside him and looked into the distance.

About two hundred meters ahead, there was a group of people, with a number of about five hundred, and they were rushing towards the zombies.

They held all kinds of weapons, including hammers, knives, and even spears.

The man who rushed in the front had starry eyes, sword eyebrows, and a knife-cut face. He was extremely handsome. He held two sledgehammers in his hand and looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

He was carrying a large bundle of steel bars on his back, and his face was full of anger, as if these zombies had an irreconcilable grudge with him.

"Have a bundle of steel bars behind you?"

Zheng Fan thought, "It seems that this person is likely to be the nosy representative of justice - Luo Wangchuan."

Zheng Fan grabbed Bei Feng's arm, exerted force with his right hand, and directly threw him away, landing in the window on the second floor of the building next to him.

Then he pulled Nan Li, and threw the woman on the second floor as usual. Then Zheng Fan leaped for life, climbed up the window on the second floor, and stood on it to watch the show.

"Do you know that person?"

Zheng Fan asked, pointing to the man with steel bars in the distance.

Bei Feng followed Zheng Fan's gaze, stared at him, nodded and said, "I have seen this person. His name is 'Luo Wangchuan'. It is said that he has metallic abilities, can freely integrate various metals and change the appearance of metals, and is proficient in a variety of cold weapons and hidden weapons. It is rumored that he is the descendant of a certain ancient martial arts family."

Zheng Fan touched his chin: "He is also a metal sexual ability? I wonder who is stronger than mine..."

"Kill, kill, kill, today I will fuck you!"

Luo Wangchuan's two sledgehammers in his hand twisted and instantly turned into two spears.

The gun was like a dragon, and it penetrated the bodies of five or six zombies in one move. The hands were exerted force, and the left and right trembled, and blood rain fell all over the sky. These zombies were divided into two.

"Cut, cut, today my dad will kill you!"

Luo Wangchuan shouted a slogan of being very second-class. With both hands, two spears turned into two machetes.

The sword shadows were flying, and their moves opened and closed, with a desolate and majestic aura. As the sword fell, it seemed that this area had become an ancient battlefield, and he was the most powerful general in the battlefield!

"Dig a trough!"

Zheng Fan swallowed and spitted, but he didn't expect that Luo Wangchuan would be so fierce: "This knife will be difficult to resist even if it is my Vajra body."

"The so-called reputation must be under no vain and the descendants of ancient martial arts, which is indeed extraordinary."

Zheng Fan felt a little sour and thought to himself: "How great would it be if I had such powerful combat power?"

Unconsciously, he compared himself with Luo Wangchuan: "I definitely can't compare to him in terms of combat skills and combat power. It's a pity that he is, no matter how awesome you are, you still have a shadow..."

Zheng Fan thought very badly, and looked up and saw that Luo Wangchuan's power had gradually gained the upper hand.

Although most of its members are ordinary people, the fierce spirit of fighting is desperate to fight. Cutting ordinary zombies is no different from cutting vegetables.
Chapter completed!