Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

The symptomatic person outside the window finished inhaling the black gas and started a new round of attack.

"Listen to my command. The four people in front are responsible for pulling the person down for me. The ones behind will follow up and hit him unconscious, then throw him behind and tie him up. Go ahead."

As Zheng Dahu said, another symptomatic person jumped onto the window sill. This time, the person inside did not stab him out directly, but stuck a stick in his abdomen. When the symptomatic person subconsciously bent over, he hit him again with a stick. on his back, causing him to fall into the window.

Before he hit the ground, someone hit him on the back of the head with a stick. In order to prevent him from being directly knocked to death, a wooden stick was used this time.

Even so, the stick still made the symptom sufferer's head bloom, and blood flowed down like tap water.

The people behind directly dragged the unconscious person away and tied him up.

As for life and death, no one thinks about it that much now.

In the face of life and death, your own life is always the most precious.

Although the whole set of processes is not very coherent, the degree of completion is still very high.

It was only then that Zheng Dahu breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was at least temporarily at peace.

Then they still have hope.

"Master Lin, this is it."

Outside the factory gate, Lin Zihao and others finally arrived.

Before them, two groups of Transcendent teams had entered the factory area.

"Cousin, what should we do?"

Yang Qian looked at Lin Zihao and asked affectionately.

"According to the intelligence, it is best not to kill those with these symptoms directly unless it is absolutely necessary. Then we will destroy them or knock them unconscious. After entering, we will move in small groups and do not disperse."

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

"Okay, Brother Lin."

"I know, cousin."

Lin Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not let the soldiers guarding the door open the door. He used his wind skills, his body was as light as a feather, and flew directly up to the high courtyard wall, standing with his head held high.

"Brother Lin is so powerful that I will kill him and leave no trace behind."

The other people couldn't help but shout when they saw this.

"What should we do? Can you fly up?"

"Fuck you, let's go through the door?"

"Brother, please open the door and let us in."

Ouyang Yiming felt his face was a little hot. He looked at the iron gate, as if looking at his close relatives and friends, and felt a familiar feeling.

It's just that he didn't dare to stand as tall as Lin Zihao.

That was a moment of glory that did not belong to him.

He believed that if he got on the wall like Lin Zihao, Lin Zihao could kick him down.

squeak

A gap appeared in the iron door, and Yang Qian and others quickly got in.

Not far from the gate, there were dozens of people with symptoms lying on the ground helplessly.

The lower body was covered in blood. It was obvious that they were preparing to rush out and were targeted by the muzzles on the wall.

Further forward, there is a long corridor, with a small open space on both sides, which was temporarily developed into a parking lot. Behind it, there are various production workshops.

The first thing that caught his eye was the workshop where Zheng Dahu and the others were located. Outside the workshop, the three windows were surrounded by people with symptoms, and their sharp long nails kept piercing out, destroying the window structure.

The first window passage that was cut was much larger, and now it could be attacked by three symptomatic people at the same time.

The pressure on the defenders inside suddenly increased exponentially.

"If you can't drag it in, fight it out first."

Seeing that his previous strategy failed, Zheng Dahu quickly shouted loudly.

in front of the window

Four or five iron rods were handed out at the same time, stabbing several people on the window.

Many people and many hands

The attack speed and intensity are naturally different.

One of the iron bars was slightly off.

One symptomatic person grabbed the iron bar and pulled hard.

The man holding the stick was carried directly into the air by the sudden force.

"Come on, baby."

The symptomatic person laughed ferociously and pierced the person's abdomen with his sharp nails.

Seeing this, the people in the workshop hurriedly pulled the injured man in and tied him up with ropes as well.

"Make up, hurry up, rush forward."

When Zheng Dahu saw that the people at the window were obviously cowering, he shouted loudly and slashed directly at the neck of the symptomatic person with a blade-like iron bar.

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A line of blood burst out, and the symptomatic person fell down directly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Do it."

Lin Zihao shouted softly.

Ouyang Yiming and others rushed in directly.

People with these symptoms are only slightly stronger than ordinary people. At most, they are equivalent to the combat power of an entry-level warrior. How can they be the opponents of Lin Zihao and others?

With one impact, several people rushed out of a passage. A dozen people with symptoms fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Gangzai Hanzai, you two are admitted to support the left window,"

"Yiming, you and Xiaoqian support the one on the right."

Lin Zihao was so proud that he held a folding fan in his hand and struck a wind blade at the victims. Blood spattered and several people were turned upside down.

"That's it? Humph."

Ouyang Yiming sneered. He used a long sword, and he had a posture that could only be blocked by one man.

The only offending weapon for those with symptoms is their extremely long fingernails.

And when they extend their long nails, they are equivalent to sending their arms out.

Ouyang Yiming was naturally rude and swung his sword, directly destroying the arms of those people.

While he was swaying, Ouyang Yiming felt the long knife in his hand stagnate, and a white and tender fist passed over the crowd and hit his head directly.

Yes, it was Bai Nen. When Ouyang Yiming saw the fist, a white steamed bun appeared in front of his eyes subconsciously.

Fragrant and fragrant.

It wasn't until the fist came close that he could react.

"Transcendent."

Ouyang Yiming roared angrily and dodged as fast as he could.

The fist came very fast, and Ouyang Yiming relaxed a little. Although he tried his best to dodge, the fist still scratched his ear.

For a moment, Ouyang Yiming felt that his ears were burning, as if they had been burned by fire.

The owner of the fist jumped to Ouyang Yiming's side, and struck out with his white and tender fist again. This time, Ouyang Yiming did not dare to push too hard.

With a move of his right hand, the Horcrux Magnet Ruler appeared in his hand, and he swung it out violently, and a black shadow hit the flesh fist.

Snapped

Bang

Ouyang Yiming felt a huge force coming, and his whole body flew out, hit the wall, slipped and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, that's it."

Rou Fist sneered and swung his fist out again.

He has almost no moves, he just punches, holds back, and punches again.

Ouyang Yiming tried his best to wave the ruler, but was still forced back by the physical fist.

brush

A wind blade appeared between the two of them, slashing at Rou Fist's arm.

Lin Zihao heard the cry for help and rushed over. He was halfway and the attack was launched.

boom

Just when he was about to launch his skill to attack the physical fist again, an extremely cold aura suddenly hit him from behind.

At that moment, Lin Zihao felt cold sweat break out all over his back.

Without thinking too much, he used all his wind skills to escape from where he was standing. As soon as he dodged, a colorful ribbon shot past his side like a red sword.