zombie frenzy

Chapter 436 The last one

The big head and both legs were tied up, and he was quickly hung upside down.

Seven or eight vines whizzed and lashed at him, his big head gritted his teeth, and he stretched out his left hand. Regardless of the flesh and blood being ripped apart by the vines, his wrist quickly entangled two of them. The front couldn't be the back, and in just an instant, his body was torn apart, and blood flowed all over the floor.

He persisted here hard, hoping that his companions would come to rescue him, but during the struggle, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes, the cobra yelled, and was tied up by vines and hung in the air.

The big head was flustered, the movement of his hand was half a beat slow, the dagger was continuously pulled to the side by the cane, the huge force tore the tiger's mouth, and he couldn't hold it anymore, rolled away and left.

Having lost his last resort, the big head blocked his head with his right hand, twisting wildly, trying to avoid the whipping vines, but at this moment the vines suddenly became quiet.

Hesitating, the big head slowly moved his arm away, wanting to see clearly what happened in front of him. In his heart, he still had the luck of his companions coming to rescue him.

A few vines curled and twisted in the air, stagnating in front of the big head like a snake, and waited until he opened his arms to see clearly, then it suddenly activated, with a howling sound, and quickly pierced him from both sides inside the ear.

His body was stiff, and blood flowed from his ears. With the stirring of the rattan, strands of white particles slowly flowed out, dyed his hair white, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

The vine quickly wrapped the big head tightly, and entangled it into a mummy. On the ground, the thin branches slowly squirmed, reaching into the bloody water, making creaking sounds.

"Big head."

The musketeer roared, waving his sword desperately, "Cobra, hold on, hold on."

The steel gun slashed left and right, but the effect was very mediocre. The vines were hit by the steel gun, and instantly became soft, swaying and circling a few times in the air, entangled the steel gun tightly. , One or two cobras were barely able to continue to swing, and when three, four, and more entangled, a few vines pulled from several directions, locking the steel gun firmly in the air.

Hearing the musketeer's shout, Cobra's heart turned cold, and he glanced over there while struggling.

He was only tied up a little later than the big head, but now, the big head has become one of the hanging objects on the floor, and judging by his posture, he can't escape for long.

"No, I don't want to die, save me, save me."

The cobra let go of the steel gun, pulled a vine tightly wrapped around the steel gun, opened his mouth, and bit down.

The teeth left deep imprints on the rattan, and the cobra became like a beast, shaking its head and biting frantically.

The wood dregs spit out from his mouth, the vine was in severe pain, and it quickly loosened, trying to break free and escape.

The cobra's eyes were red, but it just kept biting, paying no attention to the rolling rattan.

The finger-thin cane couldn't withstand his crazily biting, and before it could loosen its grip on the steel gun, click, the cane was bitten into two pieces by him forcefully.

The pungent smell diffused in his mouth, his teeth, lips and tongue turned dark green, dripping juice constantly.

Clang.

The steel gun that had just been locked lost the entanglement of the rattan, and bounced a few times on the root system on the ground.

The bitten cane snorted and broke free from the cobra's hand, leaving a blood-red mark, curled into a ball in mid-air, trembling non-stop.

"Go away, go away."

The musketeers roared and rushed forward desperately, the sword danced into a snowy light, chopping on the cane with puffs.

It's just that the power of the big knife that was rolled back by the root system dropped sharply, and it only left deep marks on it, but it couldn't be cut into two pieces.

If they hadn't hacked at the beginning, they would have been able to come in handy now, but unfortunately, it's too late to say this, the knife edge is blunt, and it's impossible to sharpen it if you regret it.

Seeing the last companion lost his weapon and was attacking with his mouth, the musketeer became anxious, and the light of the knife revealed a flaw, allowing a rattan to break through and hit him.

Clothes were torn, blood and flesh were rolled, and half of his body was red with just one click.

The musketeer didn't seem to know the pain, he stretched out his left hand, and before the cane left, he grabbed it in his hand, kicked his foot, the big knife danced in a circle in front of him, and his body retreated quickly.

While the person was still in the air, the blade retracted, and the part near the handle that was still sharp held the cane, pulled it down, and cut off a section of the cane in an instant.

Although it was only a few tens of centimeters short, the injured rattan trembled, sprinkled a piece of juice in front of it, and quickly curled away.

These vines are too thin and tender, unlike the ones that were as thick as wrists when dealing with Guo Fei Pippi, they were still able to attack after being severely injured, but these were only cut off, and they lost their fighting spirit in an instant, so they just hid aside. Heal, tremble.

The cobra bit off the cane, and there was a clang in his ears. He suddenly became determined, looked up and saw the steel gun on the ground, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to grab it in his hands.

Bang bang bang.

As soon as he clenched it tightly, before he could even lift it up, his body was hit continuously by the remaining vines.

His clothes were torn into pieces, his body was covered with bloody mouths, his flesh rolled up, and the blood gushed out, covering his eyes.

The cobra didn't have time to wipe the blood off his face, he waved the steel gun indiscriminately, covering left and right, and roaring like a beast.

A few vines avoided the steel gun, and kept waving and whipping down at an astonishingly fast speed. Only an afterimage was seen, and the rotten flesh was taken away from the body and splashed everywhere.

"Escape, run away."

The cobra's consciousness has blurred, and he shouted indistinctly in his throat. In his sight, through the blood in front of his eyes, he saw his companion who was rushing madly, shaking his head slightly, and kept shouting, but the sound became louder and louder. It's getting lower and lower, and it's becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"hold onto."

The musketeer slashed frantically, no longer thinking about cutting off the cane, but rushed towards him desperately, while turning his head and shouting loudly, "Guo, help, help."

The cobra kept spouting blood foam from its mouth, and the steel gun it swung became slower and slower, gradually losing its ability to resist.

His chest was sunken, and the rattan seemed to have barbs. Every time he was whipped, a large piece of flesh and blood could be peeled off from his body. At this time, several holes were exposed on his chest, and the internal organs could be vaguely seen. clear.

clang
Both hands hung down, and the clenched hands slowly opened. The steel gun gradually slid down, bounced on the ground a few times, and was quickly stained red by the dripping blood.

"Ah...I'm going to kill you."

The musketeer swung the big knife desperately, and the blade slashed on the cane again and again, but the cane, which was as thick as a thumb, finally became brittle after many blows, with cracks and cracks appearing on it. Clicking, consecutively, he cut off two of them.

Whoosh whoosh.

As if knowing how powerful it was, the remaining vines quickly retracted, hung on the ceiling, swayed slightly, and stopped attacking.

"Cobra, Big Head."

The musketeer rushed to the two hanging objects, tears streaming down his face, he bit his lip, and stretched out his hand to caress, but trembling, he dared not let his fingers drop.

Blood continuously overflowed from the gaps in the vines, converging into streams, ticking, dripping on the ground continuously, spreading a thick bloody smell.

"Ah...ah..."

The musketeers swung frantically at the vines that hung them upside down.

He is not as capable as Guo Fei, who can cut off the branches wrapped around his body without hurting the body inside.

With a swing of the knife, the cane was chopped, but it didn't break in two, but knocked the hanging objects into the air and kept shaking.

Chilling.

The vines wrapped around the body seemed to know how powerful they were, and instantly spread out one by one from the body, whistling and spinning, making an ear-piercing sound of chirping.

The musketeer was beaten back again and again, the big knife in front of him could hardly be held firmly, the tiger's mouth was shaken so hot that the bones of his hands were almost shattered.

Fortunately, this kind of blow didn't last long. After the two corpses were released, the swinging rattan no longer hit the blade, but rolled in the air, whistling and forming a curtain wall to beat down.

"Go away."

The musketeer lost his mind a little, roared, swung his big knife and chopped at the dozen or so vines.

There was a messy strong wind in the air, and the whistling sound kept ringing, and the tiny branches growing on the roots were crouching nervously, for fear of being accidentally drawn into the chaotic battle.

A few vines were chopped into two by the musketeer's full force, and dark green mucus was sprayed from the cut, and the vines fell rolling and falling in the air.

The tiger's mouth was shattered, the palm of the hand was full of blood, and the handle of the knife began to lose its grip, and it fell out of the hand under the whipping of the falling rattan.

The big knife flew into the air, and a ray of sunlight projected in from the gaps in the branches and leaves of the window, shining on the bright knife, casting weird light and shadow on the wall next to it.

The musketeer woke up the moment he lost the patient, backed up crazily, twisted his body, and tried his best to dodge.

A rattan whipped down, narrowly brushed across the cheek, and hit the shoulder with a bang.

There were bloodstains scratched by the strong wind on his face, and a few pieces of rags flew up with the wind, and the flesh and blood on his shoulders were bloody, and the blood was taken to the sky as the rattan was pulled away.

Another cane fell, and the body took half a step back. The cane failed to hit the shoulder, but pulled across the chest, tore the clothes, and cut a one-centimeter-deep gash on the chest.

The third and fourth continued to fall. At this time, the musketeer had retreated far away, and the rattan lashed the ground, sending sawdust flying from the roots.

"go to hell."

Just as the musketeer backed away, before his body could even stand still, he suddenly threw himself forward, waving his arms, and before the rattans that had just fallen could fly, they were rolled by his arms and wrapped around them in an instant above.

The rattan froze for a moment, and then quickly stretched it in several directions, pulling his arm up.

The musketeer didn't intend to give up at all, he gritted his teeth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the taut vines on both sides with his bloodshot eyes.

The muscles bulged little by little, and the blue veins on the arm were throbbing. The Naxi rattan wounded his arm with strangle marks, but failed to tear him into half.

"Give me a break."

The musketeer clenched his fists and roared loudly, his body sank, his arms trembled slightly, and he struggled with strength on his arms and the rattan.

The strangle marks became deeper and deeper, and the rattan slowly embedded itself into the muscle.

Kaka.

On the vine, there was a faint sound, and some cracks that were almost invisible to the naked eye appeared on the finger-thin vine.

Hearing these sounds, the musketeer suddenly increased his strength, he roared loudly, and his arms became much thicker.

The taut rattan suddenly loosened, flying and rolling in the air.

The dark green juice splashed, splashing weird patterns on the ground.

The musketeer yelled frantically. On his arm, a few vines broke in two, and the strangle marks quickly became shallower. With the movement of the arm, the vines left on his arm came off like dead snakes. fell to the ground.

"Come on, come here."

The musketeer yelled, his mouth full of bright red.

In front of him, the rattan seemed to have been greatly frightened, shivering and curled up to the ceiling, not daring to get closer.

woohoo.

The musketeer knelt on the ground, holding on weakly, looking at the two bloody corpses in front of him, panting heavily.

(End of this chapter)