When the words fell, he turned around, and the first one rushed to the two masters of the Taoist realm who were kneeling on the ground.
If you can't do good things, let them pay the price today!
Obviously sensed that the crisis is coming, someone wants to kill himself, bamboo poles and balls can't even evade, they can only kneel straight in the dust.
He couldn't even lift his head, and could only shout desperately:
"Brother Leng, don't kill me, don't kill me! I can still help you..."
"Leng Yi, if you dare to kill me, you will definitely regret it in the future. I still have Master..."
The yelling of the two people still did not stop Leng Yi from hurting the killer, and instantly skipped their necks.
"Crack it! Click it!"
Two crisp fractures interrupted all the noisy roars.
Seeing that their necks were condensed to three hundred and sixty degrees, they were rapidly congested and swollen to the limit.
"Boom!"
The huge blood energy in the body instantly broke through the skin restrictions and spilled outside.
Such a terrifying change scared the woman on the shoulders of the two people, pale and trembling, almost frightened to death.
At this moment, the soldiers on the surrounding city walls suddenly roared into the sky:
"Kill, avenge your comrades!"
"Grass them, insulted us for more than a hundred days, and finally got revenge!"
"A bunch of bastards, only let us be stationed, never let us rest, kill them!"
A group of roars, mixed with endless resentment, gathered from all directions.
Gunshots, shouts, and clashes, one after another, became louder and louder.
The screams, the sound of cracking bones, the sound of the knife cutting muscles, the sound is harsh.
In the mist, the smell of blood instantly permeated, gathered together, and rushed in all directions.
The whole gathering place is messed up at this moment, which is unimaginable.
Leng Yi is incarnate as a raptor. Wherever there is a real scum master, he will appear there, reducing the resistance of the fighters and preventing them from running away.
The three masters of the Taoist realm were killed, and the remaining resistance was simply not worth mentioning. It was easy to kill.
The fighters who often resist the attack of zombies have rich combat experience, cooperate with tacit understanding, and change their methods back and forth.
The masters in the city are all piled up with drugs, and unless it is a crisis, they rarely make a move.
Relatively speaking, he has very little combat experience and worse confrontation ability, let alone cooperation, which is close to zero.
Comparing the two is simply a slaughter on one side.
From the beginning of the battle, it entered an unimaginable side.
The many warriors in the gathering place were like wolves and tigers, wanting to avenge the dead brothers.
Naturally, everyone is vying for the first place, I am afraid that the action will be slow and missed the enemy.
The frantic strangulation scared many ordinary people in the gathering place to scurry around, or hide in a secluded house, not daring to move at all.
If you don't pay attention, you may be turned into a pile of rubbish by the aftermath of other people's fights.
There were constant killings all around, the flames blazing into the sky, and the smoke billowing, but the location of Yang Hao and others seemed to be independent of the paradise, and no half of them came.
Not far from the feet are a three-meter deep dirt pit with many masters in their hands, some of which have even turned into corpses.
No one dared to jump down and rush to them, naturally they seemed quiet.
Zhao Dongliang and the woman hugged each other, comforted each other, and watched the changes around them.
I didn't expect that the battle between humans could be so brutal.
Relatively speaking, their suffering is nothing compared to death.
Even though the heart is full of fear, the eyes are afraid to look, but the heart is angry with the idea of living.
Not only cuddling each other, there is also a beautiful daughter who must protect her.
Zhao Jing didn't know what they thought, but looked at them cuddling each other as if they were terrified.
Originally, in such an environment, ordinary people really don't have much right to speak and can only wait for death.
Only when they are here, there will be a peaceful world.
Cai Jing said to Yang Hao:
"Master, these fighters are good. They all have the foundation, and they are similar to the God of War Army. The master level may be better, and it's worth including!"
She agreed with Yang Hao's ideas and put forward some ideas.
Chu Mengmeng next to him continued:
"The most important thing is that they have more tactics than the God of War Army, have evidence for advance and retreat, and cooperate with each other. The strength may not be as good as the masters in the gathering place, but with the cooperation, they can complete the counterattack.
She also agrees that troops with combat experience are always welcome.
Tian Tian pouted and said angrily:
"Seeing that the forces outside are getting stronger and stronger, I don't know what we will do in the future! The young marshals are about to be caught up!"
Her own strength is no better than Leng Yi, the once lawless witch, now turned into a soft-footed shrimp, naturally has a bad temper.
Yang Hao smiled slightly and said:
"You know, don't hurry up to fight, what are you waiting for!"
He knew very well that Tian Tian's words were just grumbling and had no special meaning.
Just let her go out and show it.
"Yes, marshal!"
Hearing these words, Tian Tian immediately clasped his fists and saluted, and rushed into the distance.
Certain things must be won by yourself.
Chu Mengmeng on the other side rolled his eyes and said:
"Young marshal, I'll go and see it too. Recently, the combat effectiveness has been increasing slowly, and it has been pulled down!"
When the words fell, the body turned into a huge twenty-three-year cicada, its wings vibrated and appeared in the distance.
Wherever he went, many masters were divided.
Too little fighting is not conducive to blood fusion, not conducive to comprehension of abilities, you must be in an endless crisis to improve.
This is the tradition of the young marshals, and it is also an idea deeply rooted in everyone's bones.
Because everyone comes here like this.
Yang Hao sat on the Diaoyutai, with his spiritual consciousness exuding, collecting the attribute light balls dropped by them in battle.
But in half an hour, the battle almost ceased in the huge gathering place.
There are not many attribute light balls collected by Yang Hao:
"Strength + 21,000, Speed + 5 thousand, Spirit + 15,000, Energy + 30,000!"
Such a little thing is nothing at all.
If it weren't for a strong player worthy of shots, he really wanted to move around.
I just stepped into the Nether Realm today, and I really want to see the effect of the battle.
such a pity!
Numerous soldiers are collecting past scum from room to room, gathering many ordinary people together, waiting for investigation.
In this regard, Yang Hao did not want to participate too much, stood up with a smile, and said to Zhao Jing:
"Let's go, the rest has nothing to do with us, go outside. There is no way to count the others inside."
When Zhao Jing heard the words, she immediately squatted and said to her parents next to her:
"Parents, go out with us, don't stay in this gathering place. There must be no one in the future!"
"The remaining things belong to those soldiers, let's go!"
She greeted her parents and walked outside quickly to avoid more trouble.