From the time he went into battle to now, he had been fighting for about twenty minutes. The weapon was long and heavy, and no matter how good his physical condition was, he couldn't withstand such consumption.
I held Duan Xu's arm with one hand and put it on the crook of his elbow. There was a clear sound of bone cracking and Duan Xu's arm was completely drooped.
Without any worries, I rushed to Yang Hu's side with my sword in one hand, and raised my sword to block the skinny zombie's two claws.
"You go and rest!"
Yang Hu waved his spear and roared: "If I take your money, I will have to work for you!"
I bounced him away with my shoulder: "They are machines that won't tire. You and him can't afford it."
"Just rest, come up and replace me later!"
Wheel fighting, this is the best way I can think of before Xiaomei comes back.
The moment I fought against these two zombies, I realized how much pressure Yang Hu had just endured.
The two zombies, one fat and one thin, only hit the blade with their palms a few times, and the blade was already showing signs of bending.
No matter how thin the blade of the sword is, it is still made of forged steel. When he fought with Yang Hu before, the sword did not deform at all when it was struck on the handle of the gun.
I kicked my feet and jumped back a few meters.
The moment he landed, his breath had already landed on his Dantian, and his hands moved forward and backward in the most basic defensive posture.
Turning around, I looked at Yang Hu: "Brother, lend me some blood."
"What are you doing?"
While I was talking, two zombies flew towards me, and I could only duck again and roar at Yang Hu.
"Get me some blood!"
As I spoke, I ducked and let the zombie's claws brush against my ear. I stabbed the blade of the sword under his arm. The moment he stopped his hand, I pulled it out again.
This seemingly unskillful blow is my asset against them!
The sword is actually one of the oldest weapons, but it has rarely appeared on the battlefields of the past dynasties, so that it can only be reduced to a symbol of status.
No way, this thing is too difficult to use.
In terms of distance, it is inferior to a spear or halberd, and in terms of range, it is inferior to a long-handled sword.
However, the flexibility of the sword is unmatched by any weapon.
Taoist kung fu is different, but there is no difference in essence. They all use strength to fight.
No matter which angle they attacked, I pretended to catch it, and when I was about to touch their claws, I suddenly pulled away.
Under this routine, every attack by the two of them turned into nothingness, so weak that there was no harm at all.
At this moment, the roar of cars came from behind me.
When I looked back, I just felt heartbroken.
Taozi's car had been smashed beyond recognition. The collapsed and deformed hood almost covered the entire windshield. The whole car was staggering towards me like a drunkard.
I turned to look at Yang Hu: "Shift change! Come on!"
"Get out of the way!"
The moment Yang Hu stood up, a spear was already thrust towards me.
"Bang!"
The fat zombie was facing him at the head of his gun. The moment I pulled away, I quickly raised my hand.
"parking!"
It's okay if I don't shout, but this voice makes Xiaomei speed up immediately.
Damn it, 80% of the time the accelerator was used as the brake.
"Boom!"
The front of the car came into close contact with the tree trunk again, and then it was forced to stop.
I pulled open the driver's door. Xiaomei just had a cut on her forehead, which didn't look too serious.
I followed the car and looked inside. There were slowly piled snakeskin bags inside.
Turning around, I opened the trunk door first, picked up my Tai Chi sword and stabbed it hard at the snakeskin bag.
"Wow..."
Soybeans, mung beans, beans of different colors flowed down like water.
"Xiaomei, get out of the car!"
We quickly changed places, and Xiaomei stood on the ground and asked loudly: "Master, the trunk is not closed!"
"Don't close it, get out of the way!"
"Bang!"
I slammed the heavy car door tightly, put the gear in gear, and accelerator, all at once.
The roaring engine caused the wheels to spin rapidly, and the soft, wet mud immediately sputtered.
"Buzz!"
I basically pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and just when the front of the car was about to hit the zombie, I instantly turned the steering wheel to the left.
In an instant, the car showed signs of rolling over.
I looked back through the blurred rearview mirror. Under the drifting inertia, all the beans in the trunk scattered out. The number was so large that it almost covered the entire muddy ground.
This is what I want!
