It is not useless to ignite a huge amount of gasoline. Although the dense fog still shields the five senses, Li Yun's spirit can now spread to five ters away, which is much stronger than the previous limit of two ters!
"Soone?" Zhao Tianfeng waved the two blades of the lower crescent. The sharp blade cut through the air and made a harsh sound. She smiled and said: "I am afraid it is a zombie driven by the idiot hidden in the mist. This ti I shot. …Uh, you help light the fire."
Speaking of the end, Zhao Tianfeng's fighting spirit that had surged out suddenly languished.
Without Li Yun's help, she couldn't even see her surroundings, so how could she be forced?
"Hahaha."
Li Yun laughed, "Okay, Xiaong, continue to light the gasoline and burn the dense fog around, and I will control the flas. Oh, yes, these are not called zombies, they should be called puppets more appropriately, puppets in the mist."
Although zombies are similar to these things, they have evil spirits on their bodies, which is the source of power that drives the actions of zombies.
And these puppets have almost no evil or other things, they are hidden in the thick fog, and they are almost integrated with the fog, and the source of power is also the thick fog, which is the essential difference from the zombies.
"It's almost the sa anyway." Zhao Tianfeng murmured.
"It's a lot worse. Anyway, what Brother Yun said is right~" Hu Xiaong smiled and took the gasoline that Brother Yun handed over. After opening the lid, he dumped it on the ground, struck a match and threw it down—this The matches were given to her by Li Yun, otherwise it would be difficult to buy them now.
boom!
The gasoline was ignited, the flas burst out, illuminating the surroundings, and the dense fog was dispersed. Zhao Tianfeng saw the zombies hidden in the fog at a glance...no, puppet.
They have pale faces, stiff and sluggish movents, and so of them are almost indistinguishable. These puppets are the forr rich second generations and several innates killed on the road. Zhao Tianfeng was even surprised to see the death of Yuwen's family. The soldiers were among them, their severed hands and feet were picked up again, and the blades of their lives were picked up.
"Huh?" Hu Xiaong saw an acquaintance: "Yuwen Huayu is also among them, aren't they in the sa group? But...hmph, forget it, this person is too hateful, it's okay to die!"
Yuwen Huayu had been classmates with her for a long ti, and now seeing his dead body still shaking in front of him, Hu Xiaong's mood was still a bit complicated.
"There is no Grandpa Zhao, nor your bodyguard."
Zhao Tianfeng's tone was flat, and after seeing it clearly for four weeks, her suppressed heart of killing was ignited again.
"kill!"
With a move, Zhao Tianfeng's tall figure turned into a violent wind and rushed into the group of puppet corpses. With a thought, she released the skills in the weapon.
"Crescent Moon Swivel!"
The double blade was thrown out, and the rapid rotation turned the two crescent-shaped weapons into two bright round moons. Hu Xiaong's eyes widened. She seed to see the moon falling among the monsters, rolling back and forth, wantonly Crush, bloom the glory of the white debut!
"Qiangqiang!"
The sharp moonlight pulsed and rotated, cutting countless monsters into pieces, and Yuwen Huayu's corpse suddenly turned into a hundred pieces and scattered on the ground.
If he is seen by Minghua Middle School students who know him, he still doesn't know what kind of expression he will show.
The young master of the dignified Yuwen's family actually died twice, without even leaving a complete body!
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