The size of this Mao Zong is two times as big as Brother Jun. Every time a foot falls, a large amount of dust will be stirred up. It is unimaginable how terrifying the explosive power is contained in this Mao Zong's body.

Its speed has reached several times that of Brother Jun. If Brother Jun didn't suddenly make a sharp turn to distance himself at every critical moment, I'm afraid Brother Jun would be torn into pieces by this big guy in just a few seconds.

If there were onlookers at the scene, my heart would be raised. At this moment, Brother Jun was like walking on a tightrope on a cliff. Several times, he was just a little bit away from the sharp claws. If he moved a little forward, he would be caught by Mao Zheng.

A large piece of his black trench coat was also torn off, and a rag hung on his shoulders, which looked a little funny.

The three-edged military spurs tempered by military industry could not even cause a big wound to the hairy zombie. In the end, Jun brother Yu Jian threw away the military spurs. He did not leave, and seemed to be teasing the hairy zombie intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking for each other's weaknesses.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

The sound of the stiff-haired panting became heavier and heavier, and the green light in its eyes seemed to get brighter and brighter.

"Ouch"

The next second, before Brother Jun could react, there was a ferocious cry, and his whole head jumped at the knees, and it actually hit Brother Jun like a cannonball.

That kind of speed is no longer something human beings can resist.

There was no reaction, Brother Jun was knocked upright, his neck was thrown back, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out in mid-air.

Although the hair stiffened quickly before, it was still within an acceptable range. Suddenly it exploded and Brother Jun couldn't react at all.

Brother Jun's chest dented a large area. He vomited a few times and spat out a mouthful of black blood. There seemed to be some lumps condensed in the blood.

Drop after drop of viscous blood slowly flowed from Brother Jun's wound, like a water pipe, making a clicking sound.

There was a hint of ridicule in the corner of Brother Jun's mouth. He shiveringly picked up the half-broken sunglasses from the ground and put them on his face again.

He stared at Mao Zheng in front of him, suddenly stretched out a finger and hooked it provocatively.

Ho ho ho

The hairy zombie couldn't stand the ant-like human in front of him anymore. It provoked him again and again. It roared violently and bumped into him again.

Brother Jun was well prepared this time. At the critical moment, his muscles all over his body tensed up and he teleported away like a ghost. His feet in mid-air kicked hard on Mao Zhan, and a strong force shook Brother Jun.

After retreating five or six meters, Brother Jun rolled on the ground, then straightened up and ran wildly

The hairy zombie behind him also pursued at full speed.

The speed of each person and Mao Zheng has soared to the extreme. If anyone is here, they will definitely find that their speed cannot even be caught with the naked eye. This is already extraordinary.

Suddenly, Brother Jun stopped suddenly. He turned his face sideways and looked at the stiff hair behind him, with a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The sudden change between movement and stillness is very uncomfortable to watch.

Bang

At the last moment when the black shadow approached, Brother Jun suddenly made a monkey drill, revealing the gourd-like hole.

At the same time, the whole head of Mao Zheng hit the gourd mouth hard, and the huge force made the entire hole shake like a magnitude 7 earthquake.

Half of its body and head were stuck in the gourd's mouth, making it unable to move forward or retreat.

This terrifying speed actually stuck Mao Zheng in the entrance of the cave.

Brother Jun seemed a little tired. He squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette, and rested for a while.

Suddenly, he jumped up, stepped on Mao Zheng's head, walked back through the gap in the wall, picked up the triangular thorn, and then turned back to stare at Mao Zong.

The three-edged thorn suddenly drove into Mao Zheng's mouth.

Although it was pinned by Brother Jun's three-sided military spikes, this Mao Zong seemed to be fine and was still struggling wildly. Unfortunately, its body was stuck too tight, and no matter how hard it struggled, it was of no avail.

Brother Jun stuffed orange bullets into the magazine one by one, as if he was breathing. After a long time, he stood up again with the AK47 in hand.

He continued walking forward, the road ahead seemed endless.

Brother Jun's body is still upright, but the three-edged military thorn is no longer in his hand. Half of his body is bloody, and his steps are unusually staggering...

The figure is a bit lonely, but his face is always filled with the word "confidence". It seems that no matter what appears in front of him, nothing can stop him.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Suddenly, there was a heavy downpour in the sky, one drop after another. The raindrops were very strange. Each drop was the size of a fist. It hit the body, as if a basin of water poured down from head to toe, making people miserable.

The raindrops are getting denser and denser, as if they are foreshadowing something.

"Why does it rain here?"

"wrong"

Brother Jun suddenly raised his head. In the sand not far away, many black things slowly emerged from the sand.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what it was. But his eyes seemed to be deliberately mosaic, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

One, two, three...

Suddenly, the skin on Brother Jun's chest seemed to be grabbed, and wrinkles appeared.

The skin was pulled toward the middle, and instantly, a long piece of skin appeared on his chest, which was almost half a meter long, as if human skin had been torn open.

Immediately afterwards, another thin line of blood appeared on Brother Jun's neck, and the skin on his neck began to slowly slide down.
Chapter completed!