No matter how uniform the speed of the missile is, it is not something that Lin Hao can dodge, all he can do is to run hard at the moment when the missile is about to hit his head, the farther away from the explosion point, the less damage he will suffer, and as he runs, a huge explosion sound comes.

The explosion carried an unparalleled impact, shaking all the glass in the surrounding laboratories into the air, and Lin Hao followed the impact into the sky.

Lin Hao found that he had made a move with this product until now, and almost every move could make him go to heaven, which was really incredible.

When Lin Hao fell heavily to the ground, and the bones inside his body shook again, he finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Lin Hao looked at the blood he spit out, red, he couldn't feel warm or cold, a burst of prostration spread from the inside of the body from the inside out, Lin Hao suddenly felt bad, his body was really weak, and he was afraid that his speed would not be fast, so his only advantage would disappear.

Lin Hao hurriedly stood up, although there was a weakness in his body, but fortunately, his speed didn't seem to be affected. Lin Hao looked back, Zhang Ping had already put down his left hand, obviously, there was only one missile in the bazooka, if there was another one, Lin Hao didn't have to play, just fall to the ground and kill him.

Zhang Ping walked towards Lin Hao, his pace was still slow, like walking on the street, but the knife in his right hand began to rotate, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster.

Lin Hao just held the short knife and looked at Zhang Ping who was gradually coming over, he wanted to see what Zhang Ping's next move would be.

Zhang Ping's next move was very simple, he just raised his knife and stabbed it towards Lin Hao's chest, although his knife was spinning, the speed of the stab was very slow, if Lin Hao was focused enough, it would be easy to dodge this move, but Lin Hao didn't.

Lin Hao is unwilling to exchange injuries for injuries, and he definitely doesn't mind if he can exchange injuries for injuries.

Zhang Ping's spinning long knife stabbed into Lin Hao's chest fiercely, Lin Hao only felt a chill in his heart, his heart soared, and then, he didn't feel anything.

The speed of the knife was very fast, and as soon as it was inserted, there was a small circular hole in Lin Hao's chest. As the knife trembled slightly in the hole, the hole was also expanding, and blood-red flesh foam flew in front of Lin Hao, but Lin Hao acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and then walked forward.

Soon, the entire knife had penetrated Lin Hao's chest, and the distance between Lin Hao and Zhang Ping was getting closer and closer. Lin Hao smiled, smiling brightly.

The short knife in his hand had already begun to swing before Zhang Ping's knife pierced his chest, the first style, the second style, the third style. When the knife is pierced into the chest, the fourth style, the piercing half, the fifth style, the full penetration, the sixth style.

Looking at the other party's knees that were close at hand, Lin Hao was ruthless and bent down. Even if the zombie's pain was greatly weakened, at this moment Lin Hao still felt a heart-wrenching feeling, the knife in his chest that rotated very fast was still in place, as Lin Hao bent over, the knife began to cut, spreading from his chest to his shoulder, Lin Hao endured the last bit of pain, squatted hard, and the knife was finally taken out of his shoulder, and the price was that Lin Hao's chest to his shoulder had a penetrating continuous wound about thirty centimeters long.

Zhang Ping also wondered why the knife in his hand hadn't moved much, but the little zombie in front of him moved, and he had to bend over regardless of the pain, even if there was an extra wound like that.

Just as he was bending over, Lin Hao slashed out the seventh form. Lin Hao has experimented, if every style of the Jin Jiaba knife is slashed on the object, until the eighth style, it can still burst out with the power of speechlessness, but if the first seven styles of the Jin Jiaba knife are all empty, and if they borrow the momentum out of thin air, the power of the eighth style will be twice as high as the first method, which is the reason why Lin Hao will let the first few styles be empty every time he uses the Jin Jiaba knife.

Finally, Lin Hao came to the eighth style, he looked at Zhang Ping's knee and cut it crosswise. Zhang Ping's lower body was really very fragile, and the knife in Lin Hao's hand didn't even pause, just slashed straight over.

Seeing that Zhang Ping was about to fall on his back, Lin Hao hurriedly rolled on one side, dodging Zhang Ping's huge body. At the same time, Lin Hao also noticed that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and even when he stood up, he had to spend a certain amount of time to lift his breath.

Just from Zhang Ping stabbing Lin Hao in the chest, to Lin Hao bending down and cutting off Zhang Ping's knee, to Zhang Ping lying on the ground, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up, these things took a lot of pen and ink to write, but in fact, the whole action Lin Hao only took two seconds, and he rolled to the side.

Originally, Lin Hao was going to see how Zhang Ping would fight back after losing his legs, maybe he would lose his calves and still be able to walk with his bloody thighs, anyway, he would not feel pain.

But what Lin Hao didn't expect was that this thing fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up directly, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, it was like a turtle and couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

Of course Lin Hao would not kindly step forward to help him turn over, although he is now facing the ground, it stands to reason that it is still very easy, is it even more difficult to turn over?

But no matter what, now is a good opportunity for Lin Hao to take advantage of his illness and kill him. As Lin Hao jumped up, the first style of the Jin Jiaba knife was skillfully used by Lin Hao, and with the help of the potential energy of the jump, this knife stabbed into the back of Zhang Ping's head very easily.

Finally, Zhang Ping, who had been watered by the author for several chapters, died.

Lin Hao covered the bloody place on his chest, and said to Goudan: "Dogdan, treatment, treatment, dogdan." ”

"The healing repair function is in use, and there is no way to transfer to other targets in between, please wait a while." Dogan said lazily.

"Grass, am I going to die?" Lin Hao asked.

Dog Dan said: "Maybe." ”

"It's not that the treatment of the person being treated will be interrupted if he is injured again, if I interrupt the treatment process of the dead fat man, will you be reset?" The dirty thoughts in Lin Hao's mind rose.

Sure enough, the dog gave a positive answer, but in the end, Lin Hao still couldn't really interrupt Bai Bofan's treatment, the injury of that thing was much more serious than his own, he was stabbed in the stomach by a knife that rotated so fast, he was just a slit, or he should treat it first.

Lin Hao leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, hoping to make his strong self-healing ability treat first. Half an hour later, the frightening slit was still there, but some places had begun to connect, and the left hand, which had been unconscious, gradually regained consciousness. However, if you want to recover, I am afraid that it will not be possible in a few days.

But Lin Hao finally had the strength to stand up, he stood up, stepped forward and kicked Zhang Ping's corpse, first mourned Zhang Ping in his heart for a second, and then turned Zhang Ping's corpse over excitedly.

After killing the monster, it's time to get the boss reward.

Lin Hao stroked Zhang Ping's left hand Gatling and right hand knife, this is a long knife, which is definitely enough for his own use. And Gatling can also be reused, and there are still bullets in the laboratory.

Lin Hao thought of the picture of sweeping a piece with Gatling, and his heart was still a little nervous.