Two figures, two disproportionate figures slammed into each other. "Poof", the six bone spurs all went into the fist of "Little Arnold", but the latter did not react. I felt that two strange forces passed through the bone spurs to my arms, and then there was a crisp sound of "click, click, click", and Yang Xiaohai's arms hung down softly.

Compared with the strength of the "infected", Yang Xiaohai was completely defeated. "Little Arnold" lowered his head, and bit Yang Xiaohai's head with a big mouth. And Yang Xiaohai was in mid-air, his arms were weak, and all he could use was his legs. He put his feet together, his old waist was closed, and the two stinky feet kicked at the chin of "Little Arnold" with the sound of the wind.

With a muffled sound, Yang Xiaohai's newly changed black leather shoes kicked "Little Arnold" in the chin fiercely. The pale skin was suddenly kicked away, and the dark red muscles were exposed. Yang Xiaohai's full force blow can only cause damage. "Little Arnold" slammed his face to the ceiling, and then slowly lowered, his gray eyes "staring" at Yang Xiaohai, as if he was hesitating.

Half a second later, "Little Arnold" shouted "......", and another bite was about to come down. At this time, Yang Xiaohai couldn't dodge anymore. "He's meowing!" Yang Xiaohai scolded secretly, the muscles of his whole body tightened, and after a tremble, his brain suddenly went blank.

As soon as his forehead and the back of his head tightened, Yang Xiaohai only felt that there was an extra headband on his head. "Could it be that I am the reincarnation of Lao Sun?" Yang Xiaohai was confused, but he couldn't see the top of his head, and he didn't know what was going on in his head. But soon there was no need to look at it, Yang Xiaohai only felt that the tight hoop was slammed by countless small hammers, and suddenly it was light, and the whole world was clean in a whirlwind.

Unfortunately, the subtle purity only lasted for a tenth of a second, and he crackled like a ping-pong ball. He closed his eyes tightly and curled his body into a ball to ward off the intense vertigo.

When the dizziness subsided slightly, a series of "bang-bang" gunshots rang in the ears. Then he was pulled by many hands, dragged back and forth, left and right, and it felt like a flat boat in the stormy waves.

When the things in front of him stopped shaking, Yang Xiaohai slowly focused his gaze, and then realized that he had stood up? It's clearly head and foot, and it's upside down in a daze. The body is tingling and itchy, as if there are countless mosquito bites.

After shaking his head several times, he finally recognized the things that were shaking in front of him: worn-out travel shoes, dusty leather shoes, black and white bare feet that kept moving, and his newly recovered consciousness was blurred again. Closing his eyes, Yang Xiaohai reacted: the feeling of the tight hoop just now was clearly the result of the bite of "Little Arnold".

If it weren't for the riot helmet on his head, his head would have been opened a long time ago. And the feeling of impact is the result of "Little Arnold" using him as a weapon and hitting him casually. At this moment, he was lying on top of a corpse like an abandoned and broken weapon.

"He's meowing!" Yang Xiaohai clenched his fists, but only felt a burst of numbness. Yang Xiaohai shook his unconscious arm, and the ordinary infected people around him were suddenly cut off several times. "Whew...... OK. The arm was only numb from the dislocation, and it was not removed by Little Arnold.

More than a dozen moves of "Wang Baquan" swept over, and Yang Xiaohai finally lay on the cold ground. He propped himself on the ground with bone spurs, his body shook for a while, and he connected his dislocated arms in a daze. When he staggered to his feet, he saw that the ground was full of large pieces, and there was not even a single one.

The clothes that had just been changed were also messy strips of cloth again. The exposed skin was red and red, as if the bath had been overused. Yang Xiaohai found that under the cover of barcode clothes, the skin stained with blood showed an unnatural and beautiful red, and there was not a single tooth mark left.

Seeing that he had a new skill, Yang Xiaohai, who had suffered many disasters, immediately reacted: "This must be the result of being bitten by a fat man." At the time, I thought it was useless, but now it is revealed. This skill makes the skin red and hard as iron at the same time, so it is simply called 'crust'. ”

A "bang" gunshot broke Yang Xiaohai's train of thought. When he looked back, he saw Lu Xuan in mid-air, falling straight towards him.

Yang Xiaohai hurriedly collected the bone spurs and ran towards Lu Yin's landing point. The flexibility skill is activated, well, it's called the "cartilage" skill, and Yang Xiaohai caught Lu Yin. But Lu Yin is also a man of more than 100 catties, and coupled with the effect of inertia, Yang Xiaohai "pedaled" and retreated more than a dozen steps before he stood firm.

As soon as he put Lu Gu down, his neck was bitten by mosquitoes again, and a highly rotten head lay on Yang Xiaohai's left shoulder. I didn't break the defense, but it was disgusting. "Big bastard!" Yang Xiaohai roared angrily, and swung his right fist behind his shoulder. Like a watermelon being burst, rotten flesh splashed everywhere, painting the wall behind Yang Xiaohai in a mess.

Yang Xiaohai touched the slimy neck, and even the skin was not broken. "The skills given by the fat man are practical enough, so good!" Yang Xiaohai is very satisfied with this change. But he didn't notice that when he was first bitten, Yang Xiaohai was holding his breath, and once he started to breathe, the red light on his body would quickly recede.

The series of gunshots of "bang...... pulled Yang Xiaohai back to reality. Looking at the sound, I saw Wang Lun and Wei Zhiqiang one after the other, shooting at "Little Arnold" frequently. And "Little Arnold" protected his head with one hand, and grabbed the two of them with the other arm, and the danger was full of dangers.

Farther away, a large group of ordinary infected people, attracted by the sound of gunfire, were running towards this direction from the staircase. Yang Xiaohai looked at Lu Da under his feet again, only to find that he was leaning on the wide open iron door and was looking at Lu Da who was sitting with complicated eyes. "Can you do it?" Yang Xiaohai roared. Lu Xuan nodded slowly.

Yang Xiaohai swept away the empty canteen, clenched his fists, and waved his still somewhat paralyzed arm towards "Little Arnold".

Crossing Wang Lun, Yang Xiaohai punched "Little Arnold". The sharp bone spurs did not disappoint him, and three deep scars appeared between the ribs of "Little Arnold". Feeling that he was injured, "Little Arnold" looked down and "looked", and found the "hard guy" it had thrown away before.

"Little Arnold" kicked at Yang Xiaohai, it just wanted to let this uneaten, bitten toy Ying'er get out of the way, and stop bothering him. Facing the big-footed girl, Yang Xiaohai smiled contemptuously and quickly flashed to the side. So he slammed into the sturdy wall with a "clang", bounced back and hit the sturdy big foot.

So, like a cannonball, Yang Xiaohai flew into the canteen in the distance with a "whoosh". "Little Arnold" kicked the "hard guy" away, and immediately turned his body to Wei Zhiqiang. "Bang, bang, bang" three shots in succession, all of which hit "Little Arnold" in the face. But the bullets are stuck in the muscles, and it is difficult to move in.

The attack was ineffective, but it made Little Arnold even angrier. With a wave of its hand, it slapped towards Wei Zhiqiang, who was retreating, from top to bottom. Wei Zhiqiang jumped a few times in a "Z" shape and retreated several meters. Not only did he dodge the attack of "Little Arnold", but he also changed the magazine to a new one.

Skillful and agile movements. He was not in a hurry, pressed the bullet into his load, looked up and pulled the trigger: "Da Da Da Da". A barrage of shots, guns and headshots, knocked down a large chunk of the infected who had just run up from downstairs. After a slight delay, the fist of "Little Arnold" arrived again.

There are "infected" in front and "Little Arnold" in the back, and Wei Zhiqiang is about to be glorious. With a "whoosh" sound, the fist of "Little Arnold" smashed on Wei Zhiqiang's body, but it was soft and powerless.

Wei Zhiqiang saw a figure "flying" from the corner of his eye, and there seemed to be a cold light flickering. He flashed to the side with agility, and Yang Xiaohai stood beside him. Little Arnold's arm, which couldn't even be punched by a pistol, was cut off.

Although one arm weighed dozens of pounds, and it hurt to smash him with inertia, but through the body armor and riot helmet, after all, it did not cause any substantial damage. Quietly shedding a drop of cold sweat, Wei Zhiqiang waved his dagger and pierced the head of a person next to him who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

Yang Xiaohai shouted in the chaos: "Brother clean up the little monsters, the boss will let me carry it!" A fist smashed down, and Yang Xiaohai, who had just been shouting against the monster, slipped out from between the feet of "Little Arnold" like a loach. "Little Arnold" only felt that the center of gravity shifted, and the whole body collapsed.

He struggled on the ground a few times, and stood up trembling with his hands on the wall. took a step towards Yang Xiaohai, and then fell down again. It looked down and "looked", only to find that not only its right fist, but even its left foot had been cut off by Yang Xiaohai, who was willing to endure the humiliation of his crotch.

After adjusting slightly, "Little Arnold" supported his body with one foot, and still threw himself at Yang Xiaohai unrelentingly. After several provocations, "Little Arnold" re-identified the main target, but forgot its helplessness against the "hard guys".

Yang Xiaohai aimed at the chin of "Little Arnold", and wanted to hit a combined blow of "Military Body Fist" and "Lushan Ascending Dragon Ba", if it hit, it was bound to take him away in a wave. But when "Little Arnold" pounced, his left hand was no longer a top-down slap, but this time it was a left-to-right sweep.

In this way, the range of the attack is greatly increased. Yang Xiaohai's plan to attack sideways fell through. made a mistake in judgment, and he was immediately grabbed by "Little Arnold", and five nails as long as Yang Xiaohai's bone spurs were instantly closed. Although he couldn't grasp it with one hand, he also pinched Yang Xiaohai firmly.

However, no matter how hard "Little Arnold" tried, even if his nails punctured the body armor, and then cut out a spark from Yang Xiaohai's waist, he still didn't break a little skin except that his face was redder. Now, "Little Arnold" is very embarrassed.

Its limited memory immediately recalled the scene just now: it gnawed on Yang Xiaohai's helmet for a long time, but only got a mouth full of helmet fragments. The food was so hard that even his fangs couldn't bite it open. So he threw his left hand into the distance, intending to continue attacking the remaining targets as before.

"Persimmon picks up soft pinch", such an idea does not need to be thought.

But as soon as it turned around, there was a "whoosh" sound, and Yang Xiaohai stepped on the wall and "flew" back. With the inertia of the spiral, he cut off the left hand of "Little Arnold" at once. At this time, "Little Arnold" sadly left only his left leg. A small amount of black blood bubbled from its wound, and it still jumped backwards in vain, trying in vain to bite Wei Zhiqiang, who was not far behind it.

But as soon as he turned around, a huge head hit the ceiling, and then fell heavily to the ground, and after rolling a few times, he finally stopped moving. And the body of more than two meters was lying straight on the ground.

With the release of "Little Arnold", Yang Xiaohai was so weak that he slipped to the ground. Then he was weak, and even moving his fingers became a luxury. "He's meowing, again!" This is not the first time I have felt so exhausted.

Fell to the ground on his side, right in front of Little Arnold's head. The bodyless face has no joy or sorrow, but the mouth is open and closed, and it seems that it still wants to bite. Although Yang Xiaohai couldn't move, his nose was good, and as soon as he fell, he smelled a faint fragrance that seemed to be similar, but would never be forgotten......