Cutting down the mutant bat, He Ying did not hesitate and rushed into the corridor with the ancient sword.

Every time you meet a zombie, you leave them in a different place.

There was a constant cacophony of gunshots, screams, roars, and even explosions that shook the internal organs.

He Ying saw through the gap in the middle of the corridor that the two mutant bats had gone up to the minus tenth floor.

Don't stop, run up in one go.

When I went up to the minus ten floor, as soon as I stepped in, I saw that the hall was full of zombies, and the two iron doors behind them had been opened, and two mutant bats were flying in.

At the door, three giant zombies more than two meters tall and burly stood guard at the door with large black iron balls.

As soon as the zombies saw He Ying, they immediately roared and rushed towards him.

The three zombies also rushed over brandishing iron balls, even at the expense of stepping on the zombies at their feet.

They are extremely heavy, and the entire floor shuddered with every step they ran.

He Ying was already red-eyed, and rushed forward with his sword.

Countless heads were thrown into the air.

Countless corpses fell to the ground.

Gradually, their corpses were piled up into a hill.

By the time He Ying had finished dealing with all the zombies, there was black blood on his body, face, and hair, and those bloodshot eyes from anger made him look even more terrifying than zombies.

Rushing into the iron door, He Ying gasped.

A zombie in a white coat was sitting on a chair at the moment eating an officer, ate two bites, threw it casually, and threw it to the ground, and the rest of the zombies rushed up to continue to eat.

Even because of this corpse, the zombies fought each other.

He Ying glanced at it, and the person was none other than Officer Kuroko.

To their right, a pile of dead people, made up of countless soldiers and researchers, was already more than two meters high.

There were rivers of blood on the ground, and there were scattered internal organs and limbs everywhere.

On the left side of the white coat zombie, two zombie bats are lining up to bring the "food" they have returned from "hunting" for the white coat to eat.

The first blonde girl.

The short-haired girl followed.

He Ying saw goosebumps rising.

Sitting on the top, the self-aware zombie in the white coat must be the zombie king.

Just kill him and the mission will be complete.

Just as the mutant bat sent the blonde girl over, and the zombie king was just catching it and preparing to nibble on it, a voice sounded at the door.

"Grass!"

One word, simple and clear.

It's useless to talk so much nonsense.

All zombies raise their heads.

A roar echoed through the hall.

The zombie king put down the blonde girl in his hand and looked at He Ying with interest.

The fact that a human being could get here piqued his interest.

Without further ado, He Ying rushed with his sword.

Countless heads were thrown.

Reap mercilessly everywhere you go.

The two mutant bats roared and swooped down with their wings.

It's easy to deal with zombies, but it's not so easy to deal with mutant bats.

They are extremely fast, and if they are tough, they will undoubtedly die.

He Ying didn't hesitate at all, and directly sacrificed the remaining two runes, shouting the mantra, and the flying sword followed closely.

"Poof!"

The two mutant bats are cut in half, and their entrails are out.

Opposite He Ying, the zombie king was sitting in danger.

Behind him, the corpses of the zombies were also piled up on a small mountain.

The zombie king's nose moved, his gray eyes stared at He Ying, his head twisted, and there was a sound of bones in his body.

Then he threw away the blonde girl and stood up.

"Move my man, I'll chop you into five thousand pieces on horseback!"

He Ying rushed forward with his sword.

The Zombie King rushed with open arms.

The two sides looked at each other, and He Ying slashed down with a sword.

"Bang!"

The flying sword slashed on the face of the zombie king, like slashing on a steel plate, and was bounced back in an instant.

He Ying was shocked and prepared to close the momentum, but the distance between the two sides was too close, and there was no time to make another superfluous move.

The Zombie King threw a punch.

He Ying only felt a tightness in his chest, and he even heard the sound of his ribs breaking.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the body flew upside down.

It took four or five heels in a row to stop.

The flying sword reversed direction and stabbed from behind the Zombie King.

The zombie king was not afraid at all, and he stubbornly caught this sword with his body.

He Ying didn't care about the pain, and slashed at the zombie king with his sword.

The Zombie King's skin was as hard as a steel plate, and no matter how much the flying sword stabbed him, it couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

He Ying is going to scold her mother, what the hell is this, is it possible that zombies can still practice into a golden bell jar?

The Zombie King flew the flying sword with a punch, and then jumped towards He Ying, jumping directly more than three meters high, and a punch blasted from top to bottom.

He Ying hurriedly dodged sideways.

The punch slammed directly into the ground, cracking the floor and creating a large crater in the center.

He Ying's heart felt cold when he saw it.

If this punch hits his head, his head will be smashed into a cake.

As soon as he stood firm, the zombie king had already pounced, and three tongues as strange as octopus tentacles suddenly burst out of his bloody mouth.

Just as the tongue was about to wrap around He Ying's head, a green light flashed on the right side, and the Zombie King foresaw that it was not good, and his tongue instantly retracted.

There was another muffled thud, and the flying sword slashed above his head.

It's still as hard as a steel plate.

He Ying pulled away, and his brain worked rapidly.

The zombie king's meat defense is too perverted, let alone the flying sword, I'm afraid the cannon won't be able to kill him.

How can this be?!

Seeing the Zombie King rushing over, He Ying gritted his teeth and recalled the ancient sword.

At this point, he had to show his hole cards.

If you continue to consume it, you will definitely die first.

"Show up, little baby!"

As soon as the words fell, a wisp of red yarn fluttered down.

The red-clothed banshee slowly landed like an angel descending from earth, blocking in front of He Ying.

For a moment, He Ying saw the banshee in red as if he had seen a relative......

The red gauze is wrapped in a bumpy body, especially in the front, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu have to be suffocated to death when he comes.

The Zombie King felt a powerful hostility and his body froze.

He Ying's eyes narrowed, and he ordered the red-clothed banshee: "Kill him!" ”

The red-clothed banshee's figure flashed, and she rushed towards the zombie king.

Behind him, the red gauze skirt fluttered.

The Zombie King roared and rushed forward with open arms.

He Ying felt a sweetness in his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The ancient sword hangs in the air, ready to sneak attack at any time.

The two looked at each other, and the zombie king punched the red-clothed banshee.

He Ying looked at his heart palpitations, he could have learned this punch, the banshee in red could hold it up, and she couldn't give it a second with one punch, it would be too embarrassing......

But the next scene made He Ying's jaw drop to the ground.

The body of the red-clothed banshee was like a void, and the zombie king's fist directly penetrated her body, hammering into the air......

The red-clothed banshee's fingernails became unusually long, and with one claw, she slapped the zombie king directly on the floor.

The head went half an inch into the floor, and the floor cracked several times.

The Zombie King roared and stood up.

Another beat.

Slap it into the pit again......

He Ying was stunned, and then laughed arrogantly.

Crush!

Absolutely crushed!

What about you zombie king, Lao Tzu is a thousand-year-old banshee, a thousand-year-old cultivator, how can your mortal body be compared with a cultivator?

But laughing and laughing, He Ying couldn't laugh.

With every gasp, he felt like his lungs had been pierced, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Where did the Zombie King endure such a shame?!

Standing up and pounced towards the banshee, three tentacles in her mouth instantly gushed out, wanting to suck the banshee's face.

Or did he pounce.

The Banshee can touch its body, but it can't touch the Banshee's body.

As soon as the red-clothed banshee raised her hand, a stream of black gas erupted, and the black gas directly wrapped the three tongues, instantly twisting them into a twist, and the painful zombie king slammed to the ground.

The red-clothed banshee tugged again, and the black qi pulled the twisted tongue and forcibly uprooted the three tongues.

Black blood spurted out instantly.

The Zombie King retreated in pain, pulling a long stream of black blood out of the ground.

The Zombie King finally got it.

It is no match for the Banshee in Red at all.

What to do?

Run!

The Zombie King turned around and ran, but after running two steps, two streams of black gas wrapped around his ankles, and when he lifted it up, the Zombie King's entire body hung upside down in the air, rapidly approaching the red-clothed banshee.

It is now like a lamb in a trap.

At this moment, He Ying walked over.

Wipe off the blood that spit out, take out the blue potion and hit the zombie king's thigh.

Maybe the Banshee in Red would be able to kill the Zombie King, but He Ying didn't dare to take the risk.

The old man in the white coat had said that only the blue potion could kill him, but now there was only one chance, and he needed to use the safest method.

Soon, the Zombie King stopped struggling, like a dead corpse.

Soon, too, the surroundings began to fall silent.

Ten minutes later, the Banshee in Red vanished.

He Ying also fell to the ground.

Large mouthfuls of blood spilled out of his mouth and down his ears to the cold floor.

He looked at the overhead light, and the task was ...... Is it done?

As the familiar electronic sound came to mind, He Ying slowly closed his eyes.

Call...... It's finally done.

This copy can be described as losing half a life.

I only felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the strength of my whole body was rapidly dissipating, and in the end, I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes......