I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

"Stupid, you are the fool. You are so mad that you are alone against over [-] of us, aren't you?"

"You think you are a real strong man when you put on the armor, grass, you idiot! Put it on me, break his legs, and steal his woman!"

With Sword God questioning in front, the atmosphere of the people behind was instantly detonated, and the entire valley was almost overturned.

Everyone was furious, holding weapons, surrounded him in an instant, ready to teach him a lesson.

Among them, Heisha, Gao Dasheng, Qi Hongqi, Yin and others, not only did not have the slightest anger, but had a premonition of the real crisis.

When I met him before, he didn't wear armor at all, so he was very strong and domineering.

Now that his fangs are showing, he must kill!

Facing everyone's persecution, Liu Wei's left hand gently dropped the shield of the armor, only showing his eyes outside.

Get ready with a sickle in both hands and your thighs slightly bent.

Li Sihu next to him made almost the same movement, holding the spear in the middle, ready to attack at any time.

Infected by the arrogance of the young marshal, they are going to kill the prestige of the young marshal today.

Yang Hao was still the same as before, with a wicked smile on his face, pointing at the sky with the forged gold hollow spear in his hand, and laughed wildly again:

"Hahaha, look at your cowardice, what are you doing, watching a play! If that's the case, then I'll do it!"

As he spoke, he swung the spear, using [-]% of his strength and [-]% of his True Qi, and swept out with a mighty force exceeding [-] jin.

Eight methods of gold and gold, raid!

With lightning steps under his feet, thunder instantly spread across the entire golden armor, activated at eight times the speed of sound, and rushed forward.

In an instant, people saw a golden lightning bolt that suddenly crashed into the crowd.

"kill!"

Liu Wei and Li Sihu saw the young marshal move, swinging their weapons, and the same lightning stride under their feet turned into two blue lightning bolts, rushing towards the crowd behind them.

The scythe of the god of death unfolded, like a gust of wind, with the will of the god of death, sweeping over a dozen people.

The person who was preparing to roar, without even reacting, was flashed by the sickle.

The blood rushed out and splattered on the ground.

Li Sihu on the other side was almost a low-profile version of Yang Hao, his speed was only three times the speed of sound, and his strength was only [-], but he was still hard to be an enemy.

In the direction of the two people, there are more low-strength second-level warriors, and there is a huge gap with them.

But Yang Hao's direction is different. Not only are there four well-known ** powerhouses, but there are also many hidden ** fighters, or level 2 peak powerhouses.

They were originally fighting for Chen An, but now Yang Hao has successfully drawn hatred, and they all have to attack him.

Unexpectedly, before he was ready, he saw a golden lightning rush to his side.

"I block!"

"Crack, puff!"

Someone was holding knives in both hands, trying to block Yang Hao's gun style, but was hit directly on the chest by the violent force, flew out and hit a group of people around him.

On the other hand, those who wanted to turn around and run away were not as fast as Yang Hao, and they swept away thousands of troops in one move, and instantly swept away more than [-] people.

The figure kept on, the footsteps flashed, and the four-meter-long forged gold hollow spear in his hand, like an electric drill, swept towards everyone.

Dancing!

His feet fell on the ground again and again, and footprints appeared one after another, and the whole person was like a thick lightning, shuttling back and forth in the crowd.

There is no one who is the enemy of the unity, and he is almost all in front of him.

Sword God, Song Candao, Shengguang and Fan Liuli all stared at Yang Hao, their brows furrowed tightly.

The power is great, the speed is fast, and the marksmanship is wide open and close, and it contains unimaginable power.

Within thirty seconds, more than [-] people were all smashed on the stone wall next to them, and only [-] of them were left standing at the entrance of the cave.

Looking at Liu Wei and Li Sihu, although they are still fighting, they are chasing after others, and no one can resist them.

Three people completely knocked down hundreds of people in the valley.

Most of the bones were broken, and only a few were killed by Liu Wei's giant sickle.

The blood stained the earth, and the smell of blood filled the air, making it unimaginable.

Yang Hao put the forged gold hollow spear on the ground, pointed at all the injured people with his left hand, and shouted arrogantly:

"Hehe, look, I said you are all idiots. Come on, kneel down and call Grandpa, otherwise, die!"

The breath does not grow, it seems that it is just a warm-up.

But he didn't know that Yang Hao was picking up various attribute light balls on the ground, and many of them were second-level powerhouses, which was indeed a big gain.

"Strength +320, Speed ​​+80, Spirit +160!"

The only pity is that all those who died were less than level [-] in strength, and had no attribute beads at all, otherwise it would be a huge harvest.

Murder, Yang Hao never thought about it.

Not not to kill, but not necessary.