Apocalypse Cockroach

Everyone hid far away from watching the two men fight with cold weapons. Everyone, Zhang Xiaoqiang's twelve team members and men's more than 100 people stood in the far corner and looked at this side. Zhang Xiaoqiang's men couldn't get their hands on it. As for the man's men? Then we don't know.

The two men fought very hard, and the people who watched in the distance couldn't help but sweat cold. They didn't break Hua Mountain like you did in the previous film and television series. I fought like a white crane with bright wings and watched the noise.

Neither of them did anything, they kept waving their weapons into each other, and they were faster, tougher, and heavier.

The mysterious man mainly attacked, his own speed was surprising. The long knife in his hand poured constantly towards Zhang Xiaoqiang like running water. Cheng Liang's knife brought a white practice under the imprint of fire.

As he chopped like a storm and rain, that silver white practice connected to a bright white reflective satin glow, shaking everyone's eyes blossoming and fainting.

As his hands also turned, his knife grew faster and faster, the impact sound of the long knife and Jingwei sword changed from a slightly scattered previous syllable to a continuous syllable like that of a typewriter.

The man attacked, Zhang Xiaoqiang presided. He knew that his speed was far less than that of the man in front of him. The only thing stronger than him was his strength. The speed was barely able to keep pace with his knife wave. The knife that the man attacked was like a heavy rainfall. Zhang Xiaoqiang guarded was not able to pour water. Regardless of whether the man Cheng Liang's long knife was chopped from any angle, Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to crouch the first time.

With the passage of time, the sky began to shine, and the strength of both men had reached its limit. The long knife in the hands of men was still as long as the river had fallen. Zhang Xiaoqiang's long sword was like a reef in the river. No matter how high or fast you came, he could block it apart, but he did not move himself. As they moved their shape continuously, the two people were also changing angles.

Gradually they reached the side of the improvised room, the large log in front of the improvised room was tied with a young man stripped naked, he kept his head down, not knowing if he was dead or alive.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, this unlucky guy, is a madman, Guo Fei, but now he is in the deep heat of the mysterious man, there is no time to control Guo Fei's death and life. After he blocks the male wind-like strike again, he wants to wave the sword a little counter-attack, he sees Guo Fei drooling his head slowly circling on the ground with his toes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what Hall of Fame Guo Fei was playing. He now had to face the man's insane chopping. The two men moved unconsciously to the side of the log. Guo Fei was tied behind the man. Guo Fei looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang violently, and then he moved his gaze to the burning fire of the bear.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was slightly stunned by Guo Fei's indication, but the man seized the opportunity to turn the lower knife handle and cut a large slant into Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang's conscious knife was seen splitting the knife to his side with a long sword.

“When” The sound of the sword splitting at the knife came from Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. The sound was wrong.

Today, Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword is constantly cut into the man's long knife mouth. The metal tone between the two has long been imprinted on the bottom of Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, but this voice is completely different from the previous one. Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously retreated half a step with an eye angle.

“Broken???? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the long knife that fell to his side was the knife facing back, the lower blade facing up, and the man completed two actions in one position.

This kind of knife is very similar to the knife team method used to kill ghosts, only this man is using the reverse, those big knife teams are the knife back up, the upper sheath then split, and the man is the knife back down first split then the upper sheath.

As soon as it was too late, the man's upper sheath had stretched over Zhang Xiaoqiang's abdomen.

In everyone's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang was chopped on his stomach by a man's knife. This knife was powerful and Zhang Xiaoqiang was directly chopped off by a man's knife.

All the team members held up the Ids_pjsd004 rifle at the same time and aimed at the man, the shooting eventually did not ring. The man was about to rush forward. As he gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a knife, Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying on the ground, sat up vigorously. The Jingwei sword in his hand took off his hand and rolled out into the air and threw it at the man.

The man was very confident in the sharpness of his long knife. In his view, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had won a single knife, would be cut open by the blade even in a bulletproof jacket. However, he did not expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to have the leeway to fight back when he sat up. He looked at the flying long sword. His short body gave way to the long sword. When he stood up straight, Zhang Xiaoqiang also climbed up from the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's long sword had been thrown out by him. Now he was holding the silver Desert Eagle in his hand. The large aperture gun pointed straight at the man. The man looked at the Desert Eagle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand without caution. Then the smile and ridicule disappeared from his mouth returned to his mouth.

In his view, Zhang Xiaoqiang with a gun was far from threatening Zhang Xiaoqiang with a sword. In addition to obtaining the ability to double the speed, he also had a ability that no one knew. Hazard prediction, he could always feel where the danger came from, the prediction time was not long, that is, just a few seconds, but it was just a few seconds later to go with his extraordinary speed, he was the immortal body, the principal money for his life.

Ever since he gained this ability, he has never lost a single sweat. Even Zhang Xiaoqiang with a dozen rifles to save him, so he has no fear of the large-calibre pistol in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, because all he has to do is pay attention to Zhang Xiaoqiang's pistol.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, with a long sword, had never broken the feeling of danger when fighting with him. Such danger is an implicit danger, like a kilogram of boulder hanging over his head, you do not know when that boulder will fall.

He didn't like the feeling very much, what he wanted was to keep everything in his hands, and since he gained power, he thought he was God, and all men and zombies should bow to their feet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's constant danger caused him anxiety. When Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his pistol, all anxiety disappeared. The sense of manipulation danger returned. This familiar feeling made him drunk.

“Touch ”

The flame brighter than the bonfire lit in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. As the barrel jumped, a particle bullet flew toward the man. The man slowly retracted, changing various positions as he moved, and the seventh shot sounded, avoiding the last bullet.

The man was just about to launch an assault, a silver pistol flashing under the illumination of the flame hit him. The man found it funny. He thought Zhang Xiaoqiang was already poor in donkey skills, and even the flying pistol was lazy to block him with a long blade.

He was flashing his pistol ready to continue the assault that had just been interrupted, and three triangles flashing with light flew over and nailed to his cheeks and chest.

“Tinker Bell??????? ”

With two triangular stabs flying in a long grid, his upper body leaned backwards and dodged the triangular stab that shot at his face. He was not up yet, and his feet jumped back again with force.

Shortly after his body was emptied, there were three finished triangle pierced fonts through the position where he had just stood. His body was still half empty. He was just about to twist his waist to land, and suddenly a sense of crisis appeared in his mind again.