In the slightly frightened sight of the two Zhao brothers, Ye Feng rushed over like a prehistoric demonic beast that had been sleeping and awakened from ancient times.

He dragged the shining Nepalese saber and faced the three secondary zombies without hesitation.

At the moment when he passed by, Zhao recalled that he could even clearly feel the extraordinarily strong killing aura hidden in the other party's body. This aura was very similar to the NPCs he had seen in the shelter, and it was the aura that had only been experienced after a real killing.

"Looking at his appearance, he should be a high-level player, but when will there be an additional high-level player around here?" Although Zhao recalled that he had doubts in his heart, his eyes were always locked on Ye Feng.

High-war players, according to the current mutated creature data of "Apocalypse", players with a combat power of 30 can be counted as high-war players.

Ye Feng naturally didn't know what Zhao recalled in his heart, he only knew that the three secondary zombies in front of him needed to be killed with melee weapons.

The more you know about this world, the more rules you know, and when he was in a hurry before, Jiang Chuan once told him that when killing mutant creatures, if you can get close, it's best to kill them at close range, because the sound of gunshots may attract the attention of the high-level mutant creatures around you. Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and if your combat power is strong enough, you are naturally not afraid of anything.

And Ye Feng, although he has a combat power of 50, but the first-order equipment weapon on his body can only exert the combat power of killing mutant creatures below the level of second-order zombies, and to kill the mother zombies, he needs at least a second-order blue-level modified weapon. But now, he only has a first-order white weapon supplied by a novice, and he doesn't really have the strength to defy everything, so he must be careful, only by being careful, can he live a little longer in this world.

Ye Feng jumped up and kicked at the chest of the second-level zombie running in front, and at the same time, the Nepalese saber in his hand also quickly swept to the head of the other second-level zombie.

The dogleg-shaped Nepalese saber, itself designed, is born for chopping, coupled with the skills of Ye Feng's special forces to use melee weapons mastered for many years, his chopping and slashing fully interprets the perfect combination of violent aesthetics and mechanics.

Poof~!

The ugly and rotten head of the secondary zombie was chopped off here, and suddenly, it split into two and became two halves.

Ye Feng's movements did not stop because of this, he stopped slightly, and then his legs violently exerted force, and a roundabout high kick was violently unleashed.

The third secondary zombie was kicked away by Ye Feng and slammed into the decaying sedan body.

Hungry~!

At this moment, the first secondary zombie that was kicked in the chest by Ye Feng and flew out upside down got up from the ground, and its instinctive consciousness was only bloodthirsty, and it would not measure the enemy in front of it at all, how fierce it was, and in their consciousness, the desire for fresh flesh and blood had already become crazy.

The world concept of zombies is only to eat, keep eating, and eat all the time.

Ye Feng didn't look back, his backhand was a knife, only to hear a crisp sound of bones shattering, and a precision kill pattern floated above the head of the secondary zombie.

There was still a second-level zombie left, Ye Feng walked over slowly, raised the Nepalese saber in his hand, and slashed down, the action was simple, rough but full of strength.

"It's gone, it's so easy to go." Zhao Tianding was completely stunned in place, he always felt that the monster refreshed twice in "The End of the World" should be very powerful, and it was definitely not comparable to the infected, but why did the second-level zombies be like chopping vegetables in front of the blood mist.

Could it be that he is a high battle in a high war, Zhao Tianding couldn't help but check the character attribute illustrated book of blood mist.

Virtual nickname: Blood Mist

Military rank: Rookie

Health: 300

Health: 300

Fatigue: 1%

Combat power: 50

Maximum travel speed: 13 meters per second

Equipment: Nepalese Sabre

Source of skills: Suspected special forces

Seeing Ye Feng's attributes, Zhao Tianding only felt that the sky was spinning, and he was dizzy, he was now a private, but his health value was only 120 points, and his physical strength was only 110, as for his combat effectiveness, it was even more shameful that he had just broken through the level of battle 5 scum, which was 8.

And the blood mist, the rookie rank, already has 300 life and physical strength, and the combat effectiveness has reached an astonishing 50 points, you know, that is enough combat power to kill the mother zombie, however, the most shocking thing is the identity of the other party, special forces.

When did the special forces start playing online games? Or is it that the government from the outside world has finally learned about the things in the virtual world and sent people to protect them?

Either way, he was saved.

"Thank you for coming to the rescue." Zhao recalled forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, stepped forward, and said gratefully. The feeling of being forcibly pulled back from the brink of life and death really made his heart not a taste.

Ye Feng wiped the stained blood on the Nepalese saber, nodded, and looked at the two players who had been saved.

These are two players with a somewhat handsome face, the player with the virtual title of Tianding Memories on his head, has a pair of particularly eye-catching gray eyes, and the other, Memories of Tianding, has a pair of deep black eyes.

The faces of the two are extremely similar, and Ye Feng preliminarily estimated that the identities of the two in the real world are brothers.

"I'm Ye Feng, I'll take you home." Ye Feng didn't say his name in the virtual world, and directly reported his real name in the real world, as well as the purpose of entering the virtual world - to bring the gamer home.

Hearing the words 'go home', the Zhao brothers' bodies trembled together.

Can I go home?

This damn "Apocalypse" virtual world, there is a program error, causing all players to disconnect the game link option to disappear, and the disconnect game link option does not appear, so you can only stay in the virtual world forever.

Is there a way back?

After entering the virtual world for a month, Zhao recalled that he didn't see the players around him successfully go offline, but he saw more players who never came back after they died.

"Can I go back?" Compared with the despair of Zhao Recall, Zhao Tianding looked forward to it, "I haven't been home for a month, and I really want to eat braised pork ribs made by my mother." ”

Looking at the two brothers with completely different personalities, Ye Feng nodded firmly and said, "I said that I would take you home, then I will definitely do it." ”

"Hey, there's also equipment."

At this moment, Jiang Chuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Ye Feng, and everyone turned their heads, and saw the fat man who arrived at some point, squatting in front of the corpse of one of the secondary zombies, holding a piece of equipment in his hand.

"It's a pair of sneakers with +1 combat power, and the source of combat power should be the iron nails on the soles." The fat man glanced at Ye Feng with disdain, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "In the virtual world, the first thing you do after killing monsters is to check the loot, not to chat. ”

The fat man stood up, walked towards Ye Feng, handed over his sneakers, and said, "Now your combat power is 51 points." ”

Ye Feng had no objection to Jiang Chuan's equipment arrangement, because he knew that in the eyes of the data flow genius, any number had an effect.

"Okay, I promise I don't have to kick anyone." Ye Feng put on his sneakers and said with a rare humor.

A few black lines suddenly floated on the fat man's face, he glanced at Ye Feng disdainfully, snorted lightly, and turned to the two players and asked, "Tell me, about your shelter?" ”

"Sanctuary, our sanctuary." Zhao recalled and muttered, "On this map, there is no shelter left. ”

When Ye Feng heard this, his face immediately sank, and an uneasy premonition appeared in his heart in an instant.

Is the shelter destroyed, and the players inside, are the only two of them surviving?