In Yang Hao's eyes, the lobby on the first floor seemed to be covered by light rain, with countless attribute light balls with tails, gathering like meteors on his right hand.
Before the absorption was completed, he felt that his muscles and bones had received endless nutritional supplements, and he felt like he was bursting again.
"Grass, it's endless!"
Yang Hao saw four bronze treasure boxes and two red envelopes, all of which had been collected.
Before he could open it, he rushed to the gate. There were many zombies outside, and the evolution had to be finished.
Faced with his madness, even Gu Qingyi looked dumbfounded.
He was overworked and his feet were soft, but he was alive and well, and he still wanted to continue!
Do you really want to take all the survivors out
Gu Qingyi followed, but instead of going out, she shouted to his back:
"Ms. Yang, I'm out of strength, close the door first!"
"Kang Dang!"
She closed the door and stood inside with a seven-star machete in her hand, watching the zombies in the hall while paying attention to the movement outside.
I could hear a roar from outside, mixed with the sound of bones bursting.
There were only a few zombies in the hall that could move, and she had their heads chopped off.
I have never thought that the genius of the ancient warrior, who was born in a hundred years, was turned into a dregs in front of Yang Hao.
No one has killed too many, no one has strong physical strength, no one has a strong mind, and feels that it is not as good as humans everywhere.
The silence of the lobby on the first floor and Gu Qingyi's shouts were clearly heard by the survivors on the second floor.
Each one swallowed in astonishment, his eyes straightened, his body trembling, and he exploded with excitement!
Trying to make up for the terrible situation in the hall, all the headless zombies were lying on the ground.
In the sea of blood on the corpse mountain, there stood a man and a woman, one black and the other white, relying on each other.
I didn't even dare to think, how could it be killed all
More than seven hundred
Standing there and letting them chop, they may not be able to kill even if they are exhausted.
It happened that the two of them ended in half an hour.
In the silence, the survivors' hearts shook when they heard the faint cry of killing from the window.
"Fuck, is this guy a pervert?"
When Chu Xiang heard that there was no movement below, he already felt terrified.
Now Yang Hao actually killed him outside the canteen. Isn't this a death
"Let's go, take a look! I don't believe it, someone really wants to kill all the saints of the zombies in the last days for their classmates!"
Liu Wei's face was green, the stronger Yang Hao's strength, the more dangerous he felt, and it would be a big disaster in the future.
"Hula la..."
The survivors at the scene put away the fantasy in their minds, rushed to the window and looked out.
It was very clear that Yang Hao was holding a long spear, like a wandering dragon, going up and down among countless zombies, killing people's heads and tumbling.
The clothes and trousers on his body were long gone, only the backpack on the back and the iron gun in his hand were left.
"It's so strong, so many zombies, you can't even get close to them."
"The speed is so fast, the eyes can't keep up, how can human beings have such a fast speed? He must be mutated!"
"The power is so powerful, have you seen it? Just one shot passed and all eight zombies flew! I'm afraid it's not powerful!"
"Look, he is not afraid of zombie's claws. He has just suffered a few blows on his body, and there is no wound."
They kept sighing, feeling that Yang Hao must have mutated, and envy and jealousy in their hearts.
In the crowd, Chu Xiang, Luo Huantian, Liu Wei and others, their faces were blue, the roots of their teeth were clenched, their eyes burst with fear and shock, and murderous intent.
So jumping, is it useful!
They are paying attention, and the survivors in the female teacher's dormitory opposite have also seen Yang Hao's rage.
They were all dumbfounded, and they didn't know how he suddenly became stronger again.
Is it crazy
What was the stimulus
In any case, Yang Hao felt that Yang Hao was not as powerful as a human being.
"Master, your little servant is waiting for you!"
Fang Qingqing shouted shamelessly, causing many teachers to roll their eyes.
Ordinarily, she was three hundred meters apart, and her voice could not be heard at all. However, Yang Hao heard it.
It was strange in my heart that I didn't see anyone at all, how could there be any sound.
"This woman is hopeless!"
This was Qingqing's evaluation, but it didn't affect his fight in the slightest.
The body is like steel, coming and going among the zombies, killing endlessly.
"Crack! Crunch!"
During the killing, the iron gun in his hand could not withstand the repeated blows of madness and violence, and there was a crack in the connection.
"Nima, this is because I have killed too much. Hard guns won't work. They are too easy to fold! Soft guns are more durable."
Yang Hao was extremely helpless, and saw that after killing thirty more zombies, he completely split.
"Crack!"
With a sound, the four-meter spear turned into two pieces and flew out with the three zombies.
Unexpectedly, he even discounted his spear.
The survivors on the second floor of the cafeteria, the survivors of the female teacher's dormitory, looked stunned.
How much strength can I discount the iron gun
"Broken! Yang Hao is dangerous!"
"Oh my God, will he die!"
"How could this happen! The body of the zombie is too hard, right?"
With a cry of exclamation, they were all taking care of Yang Hao.
"Master, be careful!"
Fang Qingqing's voice reached Yang Hao again inexplicably.
"Oh! Let you be a hero, let you pretend, you deserve it! We can almost rush out now!"
Luo Huantian jumped up with joy on his face and shouted loudly.
"Hahaha, dare to beat me Chu Xiang, you will die among the zombies! It's so happy!"
Chu Xiang jumped three feet high and yelled excitedly.
The two gestures attracted the angry eyes of many students.
Rubbish stuff is particularly annoying!
On the contrary, it was Liu Wei and the three who saw Yang Hao fighting bloody and felt his strength, and they would never die.
Looked solemnly, without saying a word.
But I already have an idea in my heart and need to make a change.
Standing in the lobby on the first floor, Gu Qingyi didn't even breathe his breath. When he saw the spear in Yang Hao's hand broken, his eyes suddenly widened.
This is in trouble!
I couldn't wait to push the door out, the delicate body, like a female tyrannosaurus, rushed to Yang Hao's direction.
During the run, he saw a titanium-chromium alloy knife in his hand.
The thick blade gives a strong sense of oppression and heaviness.
The running body slowly stopped, there was no need to continue forward.
"My primary marksmanship has reached its peak, now it's time to watch the fighting swordsmanship! Kill!"
Yang Hao ignored everything, his granite-like muscles were covered with black blood, his eyes were extremely bright, and he roared.
With sharp blades and extremely fast speeds, you can see the heads of zombies who are not afraid of death, all rushing to the sky, a puff of black ****, soaring into the sky.
Yang Hao flashed past, and the hideous and evil head behind it landed on the ground accompanied by many gangsters.
Seeing the light of a knife flashed by, the figure shuttled among the zombies like a bolt of lightning.
It kills faster and more fierce.
I heard voices outside, smelled alive, and there were more than 800 zombies gathered from all directions.
But after half an hour, all became headless corpses, lying on the ground, unable to move.
There were countless zombies farther away, but they didn't hear or smell them, they just swam around.
Yang Hao now felt that all the explosive power gathered in his body gradually disappeared and returned to normal.
Seeing that there are no living zombies, sweeping around, where Yang Hao's gaze is looking, where does his spiritual power fall, countless spheres of attribute light turn into the sky and rain, gathering towards him.
Focus on the panel, watching the desperate growth of various values.
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