As night falls, a few zombies are wandering aimlessly on the dilapidated road.
The tattered tops, shriveled and twisted cheeks, and the dirty, ugly, smelly mouth all reflect their disgusting nature.
Zombies have been scurrying around for a long time in the past few days. Every time they wait until dark and the sun sets, these ugly creatures will crawl out of the dark and damp places and wander around in search of "food".
These bloody and brutal zombies have no self-awareness at all, and all their actions are based on killing instinct.
Wherever they can smell the aroma of "food", they will walk numbly. When they cannot sense human scent, they will choose to wander around aimlessly in twos and threes.
However, this time, their luck was obviously not very good.
Just because there is a dangerous hunter hiding near this neighborhood where zombies roam, lurking in dark corners, waiting for opportunities to select zombies of the same kind to attack.
Under the shade of the tree, a thin figure lay silently in the grass, using the surrounding environment to hide its aura, like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity, having been waiting in the grass for several hours.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the environment has become extremely gloomy.
As the natural light faded, the roads on the outskirts of the city were once again shrouded in that faint and strange white fog.
Deep in the white mist, several swaying zombies were gathering together, walking aimlessly, completely unaware that they had already become that man's prey.
Twenty meters, fifteen meters... five meters!
The man chewed a piece of grass in his mouth and silently counted the footsteps of the zombies. When the distance was reduced to only the last two meters, he suddenly moved.
As quiet as a virgin, as active as a cheetah.
With a swish sound, a phantom flickered, and a black figure appeared in front of the zombies like a taut bowstring. Before these dirty and ugly creatures could react, a black iron-like sword light shot out, turning into
He made a streamlined bright line and cut off the neck of the first zombie.
Swift, decisive, and not sloppy at all.
The streamlined sword light easily cut off the zombie's neck. Because the blade was too fast and too fierce, the zombie with its neck cut off had no reaction yet. It still shook its rotten and collapsed nose, which looked like two collapsed holes.
, twitching vigorously, still excited from smelling the aroma of food.
The next second, the zombie who was about to pounce on the food felt that his body could not move at all, and the dirty head was automatically separated from the body, like a rolling basketball, hitting the ground with a bang, and the rotten flesh on his face
It was still twitching, but the crooked and twisted body fell straight down.
Kill with one blow!
Roar!
The first zombie stopped moving instantly, but behind the first zombie, the second and third zombies followed.
They watched helplessly as their fellow beings were cut into two pieces, but there was no trace of fear in their scarlet eyeballs. Instead, they showed an extremely excited light. They roared one after another and rushed towards the black figure.
"Humph, don't forget to line up even if you want to die!"
Under the cover of night, the man wielding the knife let out a ferocious laugh, put one foot on the ground, and rotated his body with his waist and abdomen. The blade in his hand unfolded like a fan, drawing a smart arc.
In an instant, the second zombie was brutally cut in half. Its legs had stopped running, but its upper body was driven by inertia and headed straight for its target.
Ordinary zombies do not feel pain, so even if they are cut in half, they still keep their mouths wide open and bite directly at the man.
That hideous and ugly mouth was covered with sharp teeth like fish bones, and there was still a little bit of unchewed meat left in the gaps between the teeth, making it look cold and terrifying.
The man didn't even look at it, he just punched out, strong power poured into his arm, and with a bang, the zombie's head exploded and shattered into a puddle of watermelon, and a large amount of disgusting and sticky corpse liquid also fell like raindrops.
Sprinkle down.
There's a third zombie!
The man turned the blade, and the long knife was held out straight, without leaning to any side, and penetrated directly into the angry mouth of the third zombie. His arm stirred slightly, and the long knife immediately spun in the zombie's mouth, like a row of wheels.
, easily shattered the zombie's skull and penetrated through the back of the head.
Everything happened in just two seconds. When the man coldly retracted the long knife, three stinking corpses were already at his feet.
"Huh, this is already the twelfth zombie today. There shouldn't be many people around to practice with, right?"
The man breathed a long sigh of relief, retracted the black iron-like blade, then sat on the floor, opened a bottle of mineral water, and drank it down his neck.
It's already the third day.
For three days, Meng Fan was recuperating from his injuries while honing his fighting skills. Every night late at night, he would appear near the hiding spot with the long knife, picking zombies to kill.
At least thirty zombies were killed one after another, killed by Meng Fan's knife.
And Meng Fan could actually sit in the area occupied by zombies without blushing and breathlessly, quietly enjoying the calmness of the night. Such behavior would not be considered crazy in the eyes of ordinary people.
But Meng Fan acted very carelessly and didn't care at all about the zombies that might appear at any time.
After these few days of adapting, Meng Fan has completely adapted to fighting, and his fit with the long sword has gradually become perfect.
The basic five-star combat power is enough to dwarf most zombies. As long as you are not facing those second-level creatures, you won't find it difficult.
After enjoying the water, Meng Fan silently threw away the empty bottle in his hand, then lowered his head, looked at his fist, and said to himself,
"After killing so many zombies, I finally made up for the points I consumed. Unfortunately, breaking through from five-star combat power to six-star requires at least 300 points, which still cannot meet the demand for the next breakthrough."
At this stage, Meng Fan has two breakthrough methods that he can choose.
One is to swallow the zombie crystal core and directly absorb a large amount of energy to complete the breakthrough.
Unfortunately, the output of crystal cores was too small. For three days, he would look for zombies and start training whenever he had the chance. He killed so many monsters, but he didn't even see a single gray crystal.
The second way to break through is to accumulate enough points and complete the breakthrough directly through the internal evolution system.
But this is also not a simple matter.
When Meng Fan only had one-star combat power, he could successfully break through to two-star combat power by spending 100 points.
But when the combat power reaches the five-star level, 300 points must be spent to break through to the next star level.
"It seems that it is too difficult to achieve a breakthrough through the evolution system. It is better to keep those points and exchange them for materials and elixirs. Fortunately, I have awakened the mortal spiritual veins now. Even if I don't have to swallow the crystal core,
It can also slowly accumulate the energy needed for evolution. Although the progress is slow, there is no need to rely solely on swallowing."
Meng Fan loosened his fist, felt the energy flowing in his body, and murmured to himself a few times.
Then he stretched and stood up slowly. Just as he was about to return to his shelter, there was a sudden movement in his ear. He stopped abruptly and looked straight at an area across the road.
In that direction, there was actually a noise of a passing car.
"Who would drive past such a dangerous place in the middle of the night?" Meng Fan looked surprised, but out of curiosity, he silently walked towards the place where the noise came from.