Looking at the scene of the man being eaten by the corpses, Liao Fan could only sigh in his heart.
He has been trying to cultivate this group of people. As long as they can show outstanding performance, Liao Fan may accept these exiles.
But it is a pity that there are too few people with excellent warrior qualities in the apocalypse. Except for the scar-faced man whose performance is barely noticeable, the rest of them cannot catch Liao Fan's eyes at all.
Liao Fan, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly bent down and picked up the machete that the man had dropped on the ground.
He had never taken action before, but he suddenly took a step forward, and the blade turned into a screen and swept out.
The silver light was as fast as a phantom, sweeping across the heads of the zombies, followed by countless blood flying. Dots of scarlet splashed out, forming a gorgeous and large net flying all over the sky, covering the charging zombies.
This knife was not amazing, nor did it use much force, but the angle was extremely tricky, and it also showed a very terrifying lethality.
With just one blow, the heads of three zombies were cut off at the same time. The disgusting heads rose into the sky and fell like basketballs. With the splash of hot blood, the headless zombies fell to the ground one after another, unable to move at all.
The scar-faced man was dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that Liao Fan, who had always been relatively unknown, could actually master such swift sword skills.
The sword light at this moment was still going on. It was neither brilliant nor magnificent, but it hit the vital points of the prey directly, and some only had real attacks.
Every time the knife flashed, a zombie's head would fly up. In just a few seconds, Liao Fan opened a gap and knocked back half of the zombies that were crowding in.
"you……"
The scar-faced man no longer knew what to say. He looked at Liao Fan, who was holding a rusty machete and could deal with zombies as quickly as he could chop melons and vegetables. He opened his mouth and was speechless.
Liao Fan didn't pay attention to his eyes. He moved forward, cutting through the obstacles with his silver sword, and soon cleared a bloody path in the corridor.
Even though what he held in his hand was just a rusty machete, and even though his injuries had not yet fully recovered and he was unable to use his full strength, Liao Fan still managed to carve out a bloody path on his own.
Rushing and killing all the way, people soon escaped from the corridor surrounded by corpses and came to the street outside.
But gradually, Liao Fan noticed a new problem.
The number of zombies at the moment is still increasing. Not only are many crawling out of that residential building, but zombies are also constantly emerging from other buildings and dark corners.
The number of these zombies is a bit exaggerated. The densely packed ugly figures occupy most of the street. The number is probably no less than two hundred. It seems that all the residents on the street have turned into zombies.
"How could there be so many infected people at once?"
Liao Fan thought for a moment, and a bigger question appeared in his eyes.
In his previous life, he had dealt with many of these zombies, but according to convention, these zombies that had mutated due to infection with the apocalyptic virus would not appear together. Looking at Liao Fan's entire escape career ten years after the apocalypse,
The total number of zombies I saw was not as large as before.
"There must be something wrong in some link. This situation does not exist in my memory of the previous life. What happened that caused the apocalyptic process of Lin Cheng to deviate?"
Liao Fan looked confused, and became even more uneasy inside.
Changes in the course of history are not a good thing. The reason why Liao Fan is able to take advantage of every situation in the apocalypse is because he has experienced all this before and can firmly control the information of the apocalypse.
But now, a wave of corpses that should not have appeared on a large scale has appeared. Even a small change may cause a butterfly effect and change the entire course of the apocalypse.
In this way, wouldn't the information about the apocalypse that I have gained become invalid?
"It seems necessary to find out what happened here!"
Thinking of this, Liao Fan's eyes became even colder, and the machete in his hand became more swift and powerful. With a few swipes, a large number of stumps and broken arms were brought up, and the bright sword light directly opened a path extending four to five meters.
The passage is no longer reserved.
He faced the crowd with his back and clenched his left fist suddenly. A hot breath quickly condensed on the surface of his fist, filling the air with dazzling light and heat.
"Get out!" Liao Fan roared in his heart and quickly squeezed out his left fist, hitting the place where the zombies were most densely packed.
The hot energy condensed into a bolt of lightning, and with a roar, it landed where the zombies were most densely packed.
boom!
The energy exploded, followed by a muffled sound. A powerful shock wave mixed with a hot wave swept away more than a dozen zombies. The huge impact destroyed the zombies' bodies. In an instant, all the zombies in front were destroyed.
Everyone became torn apart, torn apart by the fierce shock wave.
After completing his second evolution, Liao Fan's combat power has increased exponentially. Even if he faces hundreds of zombies, he will not feel any pressure.
But after all, he was still injured and could not continue to cut for a long time. After the sudden explosion, he immediately felt a dull pain in his chest, and his meridians became faintly sore.
"Damn it, even though I have recovered for several days, my internal injuries are still not fully recovered, so I can only reduce the frequency of my attacks as much as possible."
Liao Fan covered his chest with his hands, cursed in his heart, turned around and glared at the helpless people behind him, and shouted, "Why don't you leave, are you waiting to deliver food to the zombies?"
The scar-faced man was completely stupid at this time. Although he still didn't know what Liao Fan had done, the dozen or so zombies that were originally blocking the front all suddenly fell into death. It was obvious that this guy had something to do with it.
Liao Fan ignored the surprise in this guy's eyes, and just smiled. His cold and deep gaze made the scarred man's hair stand up all over his body, and he broke out in cold sweat. He couldn't even utter a single word.
Relying on Liao Fan's sudden explosion, most of the corpse tide blocking the front had been eliminated. People finally fled the street and hurried back to the old abandoned car repair shop along the road they had walked before.
The garage was not peaceful at this time. Wei Jun and others seemed to have noticed the fighting on another street and were gathering people to rush in to help.
But before he could rush into the fighting area, he saw Liao Fan running back with the scarred man from a distance. He quickly accelerated his pace and rushed forward, asking Liao Fan who was walking in front,
"What's going on? Aren't you looking for food? Why did you make such a big fuss?"
"Stop talking about it now and hide it quickly!"
Liao Fan shook his head and continued to lead them into the abandoned garage. He found gasoline to cover up his body odor. Then he quickly found a bunker and pulled out a heavy canvas to cover the doors and windows near the garage.