I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

He was exhausted and his feet were weak, but he was alive and well, and he still wanted to continue!

Are you really going to take all the survivors out?

Gu Qingyi followed, but instead of going out, he shouted to his back:

"Mr. Yang, I'm running out of strength, close the door first!"

"Bang!"

She closed the door and stood inside with a seven-star machete, watching the zombies in the hall while paying attention to the movement outside.

I could hear a roar coming from outside, mixed with the sound of bones shattering.

There were only a few zombies in the hall that could move, and she cut off their heads.

I never thought that the genius of the ancient martial artist who appeared once in a hundred years would be turned into scum in a second in front of Yang Hao.

No one has killed many people, no one has strong physical strength, no one has perseverance in heart and character, and feels inferior to others everywhere.

The silence in the hall on the first floor, as well as Gu Qingyi's shouting, were clearly transmitted to the ears of the survivors on the second floor.

They swallowed their saliva in astonishment, their eyes were straight, their bodies trembled, and they exploded with excitement!

Trying to make up for the tragic situation in the hall, all the headless zombies were lying on the ground.

In the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, there stood a man and a woman, one black and one white, leaning on each other, their eyes were slack, and they were so tired that they were paralyzed.

I can't even think about it, how could they all be killed?

More than seven hundred?

Stand there and let them chop, you may be exhausted and you will not be able to finish the kill.

It happened that the two of them were over in half an hour.

In the silence, the survivors' hearts throbbed when they heard faint screams of killing from the window.

"Fuck, is this guy a pervert?"

When Chu Xiang heard that there was no movement below, he was already very terrified.

Now Yang Hao actually kills him outside the cafeteria. Isn't that killing him?

"Go, take a look! I don't believe it, there are really people who want to kill all the zombies for the sake of their classmates in the last days!"

Liu Wei's face was ashen. The stronger Yang Hao's strength, the more dangerous he felt, and the future would be a big disaster.

"Hurrah..."

The survivors at the scene put away the fantasies in their minds, rushed to the window and looked out.

It is very clear that Yang Hao is holding a long spear, like a wandering dragon, going vertically and horizontally among the countless zombies, killing people's heads.

The clothes and trousers on his body were long gone, and only the backpack on the back and a tinder gun in his hand were left.

"So strong, there are so many zombies, you can't even get close to them."

"The speed is so fast that the eyes can't keep up. How can humans be so fast? He must be mutated!"

"It's so powerful, do you see it, just one shot, all eight zombies flew away! I'm afraid it's not powerful!"

"Look, he's not afraid of the claws of zombies. He just took a few hits on his body, and he didn't even have a wound."

They kept sighing, feeling that Yang Hao must have mutated, and they were envious and jealous.

Chu Xiang, Luo Huantian, Liu Wei and the others in the crowd were pale, their teeth clenched, fear, shock and murderous intent burst out from their eyes.

So jump, is it useful?

They were paying attention, and the survivors in the female teacher's dormitory opposite also saw Yang Hao's rage.

They were all dumbfounded, and had no idea how he could suddenly become so powerful again.

Are you crazy?

What was the stimulus?

In any case, I feel that Yang Hao is not as strong 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 [-] meters apart, and her voice could not come through at all.However, Yang Hao heard it.

It was strange in my heart, I didn't see anyone at all, how could there be a sound.

"This woman is helpless!"

This is the evaluation of the opponent Qingqing, but it does not affect his battle in the slightest.

The body is like steel, coming and going in the zombie group, killing endlessly.

"Crack! Crunch!"

During the slaughter, the iron spear in his hand could not withstand the repeated blows of the violent force, and a crack appeared at the connection.

"Nima, this is because I killed too many. Hard guns are not good, they are easy to break! Soft guns are more durable."