Along the windshield of the jeep, Lin Feng saw that there was an abandoned gas station in the distance. At this time, four people were fighting a zombie with long knives in their hands.

"Level 2 zombie!"

As the car drove in, Dong Wu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, instinctively shouted when he saw the battle on the other side.

Lin Feng carefully observed the second-level zombie that Dong Wu said, and felt that it was obviously much larger than ordinary zombies, nearly two meters in height, and his figure was also much burlier than ordinary zombies.

Although he was big, the second-level zombie was not slow at all. The second-level zombies kept waving their arms and attacked the few people in front of them. Because of their high speed, those people could only dodge and block with knives.

This second-level zombie didn't seem to feel pain, and it didn't react at all when the knife was cut on its body. But unlike ordinary zombies who only have a sense of hunger, this second-level zombie seems to have some wisdom. When a knife cuts at his neck or head, he will take the initiative to block it with his arm.

The power of the second-level zombies is very strong, and the people on the opposite side dare not fight hard, and basically dodge when the zombies attack. Several people took turns to cooperate with the attack, but the body of the second-level zombie was extremely hard, and there was no serious problem for a while. On the contrary, the people on the opposite side were exhausted and out of breath. Lin Feng saw that there were still two people lying on the fighting field, obviously no signs of life.

"These people are better than me."

Looking at the few people on the opposite side, Dong Wu said.

What Dong Wu said was correct, and Lin Feng also saw that those few people were higher than Dong Wu in terms of movement speed and attack power. According to this doomsday algorithm, the combat power should be between 150 and 200.

The noise of the battle over there was not low, and ordinary zombies in twos and threes around the gas station had already surrounded them.

"Brother, you go and deal with those ordinary zombies, and the three of us deal with this guy."

While avoiding the attack of the second-level zombies, one of them opened his mouth and yelled loudly at a middle-aged man and at the other.

It seems that these people are not in the same group. When the car was tens of meters away from the gas station, Lin Feng thought to himself when he heard that sentence.

Those four people were divided into two groups, and the three of them should be in a group to deal with the second-level zombies together. The other man was obviously in the same group as the two lying on the ground, because they were all dressed in similar clothes. He dealt with those ordinary zombies by himself. Ordinary zombies were not a big threat, and the middle-aged man could handle them by himself.

"Let's go and have a look."

Seeing the second-level zombies, Lin Feng was a little curious. This is the first time that he has come across a high-level zombie in this apocalypse. Lin Feng is a cultivator who is not afraid of the zombie virus. Lin Feng thinks that defeating this second-level zombie will not be a problem.

"Do you want to use a gun?"

Just because Lin Feng wasn't afraid, didn't mean Dong Wu wasn't afraid either. Just after dinner yesterday, Lin Feng and Dong Wu went to the weapon shop operated by the base, and each bought an assault rifle, a pistol and the corresponding bullets, and spent three hundred white crystals. Although bullets are not very lethal to zombies, they are also very expensive. But there are still some threats to people, and sometimes it is more useful than strength.

Lin Feng shook his head, signaling Dong Wu not to take out the gun. Lin Feng reckoned that Dong Wu hadn't even fired a gun, and if he accidentally fired and hurt his own people, he would make a big joke.

"Brother, come and help, let's take this guy down together."

As early as when Lin Feng and his car came over, the few people present noticed it. I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend, so I don't say anything. Seeing Lin Feng approaching now, he hurriedly greeted him.

Taking out the long knife from the apocalypse watch, Lin Feng ran quickly, and when he reached the second-level zombie, he raised the long knife, transmitted the power to his arm, and slashed down towards the zombie's head.

Several people were dazzled for a while, Lin Feng's movements were too fast, and before he could see clearly how Lin Feng made his moves, the knife was already approaching the zombies.

This sword technique was learned by Lin Feng when he practiced martial arts in the original world. In his previous life, Lin Feng's martial arts attainments were very good, and he had won many awards in the city.

Lin Feng's speed was fast, and the second-level zombie was not slow. Just when the knife was about to hit the zombie's head, the second-level zombie blocked Lin Feng's knife with his arm.

Feeling a shock coming from the knife, Lin Feng thought to himself that the force is really not small.

The knife didn't hit the zombie's head, but it cut deeply into the arm of the second-level zombie.

The few people present were stunned, how much strength would it take? Several people fought for a long time just now, at most they made a small cut on the body of the second-level zombie.

The power of zombies is not small, but Lin Feng feels that they can still be controlled.

"Is that all the power? It seems that the second-level zombies are not strong. If so, what does the third-level zombie look like?"

Feeling the power and speed of the second-level zombies, Lin Feng thought to himself.

In fact, what Lin Feng didn't know was that this was only for him. Lin Feng is a practitioner, and he is also a martial arts practitioner. Regardless of strength, speed and awareness of moves, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

Pulling the knife back violently, the knife was pulled out from the zombie's arm. The huge force brought the second-level zombie back and forth. At this moment, Lin Feng swung his knife again and slashed at the neck of the second-level zombie. The zombie that lost its center of gravity had no time to dodge and was hit by a knife.

"Gudong!" With a sound, the head of the second-level zombie fell to the ground and rolled far away.

Then the huge body of the second-level zombie fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

Three strokes!

Several people present, including Dong Wu, saw that Lin Feng killed the powerful second-level zombie with only three moves, and couldn't help opening their mouths.

Practitioner!

Except for Dong Wu, such a word appeared in the minds of several people.

Even if ordinary people have good combat effectiveness, it takes half a day for six or seven people to deal with the second-level zombies. Maybe a few more people will die, the two people lying on the ground are examples. And the cultivator only used three moves to kill the powerful second-level zombie. It can be seen how big the gap is between cultivators and ordinary people.

Under the adoring eyes of several people, Lin Feng walked up to the head of the second-level zombie, and used a knife to pick off the head of the zombie.

And the other few people didn't dare to move at this time, even if they knew that there was a yellow crystal worth 100 white crystals in the head of the second-level zombie in front of them. Money is important, but life is more important. In front of a cultivator, ordinary people are like ants. Now these few people dare not even think about Huang Jing in the brain of the second-level zombie, even if they discovered this second-level zombie first.

"Huh?"

Just as he opened the head of the second-level zombie, Lin Feng frowned when he saw what was in his mind.

There was no yellow crystal in the brain of this second-level zombie. Instead, it was replaced by the small black ball that Lin Feng found under Dong Wu's bed before, which could be absorbed by the supermarket.