Several hours have passed since Aping prepared ammunition and started fighting fiercely in the morning.
There are no longer large numbers of black corpses gathering in the surrounding neighborhoods.
A few sparse old and weak black corpses came limping over, more like a fueling tactic. Maybe he can't kill the bravest warriors in the world, but it won't be a problem to kill this ungrateful boy like him.
On that hillside not far away...why is there someone standing there?
During the battle, Aping was stunned for a moment, and his neck was almost scratched by the female black corpse beside him.
Really, even if these guys change their bodies, their nature will not change...
But in the next moment, Aping saw the figure on the hillside moving and running towards him.
He couldn't help being surprised. This man was so fast. He might be able to arrive in less than a moment.
What to do? Come to die?
A Ping suddenly became angry. He turned the blade of the knife horizontally and pushed away the female black corpse that liked to scratch people's necks and grab people's hair.
Looking at the dense group of corpses and the figure in the distance, he suddenly shouted: "Get away!"
"Humph", Lang Hua suddenly felt a feeling of hatred for steel, "Childish!"
"Ice shield! Wind blade, wind drill!" Lang Hua shouted: "Blade, chop!"
In the air around Lang Hua, a dozen shining wind blades and pneumatic drills with a diameter of half a meter took shape instantly, and blasted into the group of corpses in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The attack from behind took advantage of the location, and the wind blades and pneumatic drills aimed at the height of the back of the black corpse's head in advance were even more effective. The entire group of corpses suddenly fell on their backs, and Lang Hua blasted half of the passage out of the group of corpses in an instant!
At the same time, two miniature ice shields appeared on Aping's side, blocking him from the fatal attack of the two speed-type black zombies.
Then Lang Hua held the long-handled Mo Dao with both hands and pushed the blade horizontally. Driven by the speed skill, it sliced past the bodies of the group of corpses. It was like a bloody shower of flesh and blood in the mid-air one meter above the ground. rain!
This method is called "cutting the wheat" and was a common method used by cavalry to massacre infantry in ancient times.
At this time, on the hillside in the distance, Zhou Jin, who was originally expressionless, suddenly trembled his eyebrows - he seemed to feel a familiar energy in that "wind blade".
It's like...his ability "Beam"?
Zhou Jin's feeling was not wrong.
The "Wind Blade" skill Lang Hua used at this time was different from the "Wind Blade" used by Xie Ying under the "Feng Sheng" ability.
His "Wind Blade" clearly has energy traces of both wind and light attributes.
In essence, the "fusion crystal core" does not allow Lang Hua to truly possess certain abilities of others.
It only enables ability users to imitate the energy trajectory of a certain type of ability, thereby producing a certain "replication" effect.
In particular, pure energy attack skills such as "Wind Blade" and "Wind Drill" are more appropriately called "Energy Blade" and "Energy Drill" in Lang Hua's hands.
In the final analysis, they are just Lang Hua's reference to other abilities to provide a variety of options for how to cast his own energy.
Evolved abilities are transformed into physical combat in different forms, which are commonly referred to as "skills".
The abnormality of "Fusion Crystal Core" is that it allows Lang Hua to activate multiple skills at the same time for coordinated combat.
This allows Lang Hua, as an ordinary dual-ability user, to display a "full combat" state comparable to a basic main-type ability user.
Just like Xie Ying, she had previously activated the main wind ability "Wind Life" and summoned the three wind skills "Wind Shadow", "Wind Blade" and "Wind Diamond" to cooperate.
Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to use the 'Fireball Technique' and the 'Fire Net Technique' at the same time like Lin Wenjin, because there would be a time difference between summoning the two.
Therefore, at this time, Lang Hua's abilities were fully activated, his combat effectiveness more than doubled, and he was more suitable for group combat.
Of course, in this case, the crystal energy loss will also increase exponentially.
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Taking advantage of this brief gap, Lang Hua kicked open the ajar warehouse door, then grabbed Aping, who was in a sluggish state, with one hand, and the two of them rushed in together.
The first thing Lang Hua did after entering the front hall of the warehouse was to get up and lock the warehouse.
The three-digit black corpse scale cannot be solved by Lang Hua alone. At this time, he is not Captain Lang Hua who was thirteen years old after the disaster.
Lang Hua's attack on the corpses just now was just a sneak attack from behind and caught them off guard. There are many speed and strength black corpses in this group of corpses. Once Lang Hua is trapped among them, it will not be easy to escape.
"Haiping, your name is Haiping?" Lang Hua said, looking at the young man's chest.
There was a nameplate there, but it was obviously stained with blood, and the first letter of the surname could not be seen clearly.
Different from Lang Hua's neat short hair, Hai Ping's bangs on his forehead are quite long, hanging low on the back of his head like they are now. The ends of her hair even blocked her eyebrows, completely covering one side.
"I don't need you, I don't need your help." Haiping struggled to hold up his upper body, stood up and said harshly, "Without your intervention, I can kill more monsters."
"What's your last name?" Lang Hua said, reaching out to wipe off the stain and look at the writing on it. However, Hai Ping swung his arm and slapped Lang Hua's hand aside.
The warehouse seemed to suddenly become quiet, so quiet that the sound of the black corpses knocking on the door became very loud, filling every space here.
The sound was like a cluster of flames, instantly igniting Lang Hua's heart again.
"boom."
He kicked Haiping to the ground, and then shouted: "You think you are brave? You want to die, don't you?"
The polished concrete floor is very hard, so it must be painful.
But Haiping seemed not to feel it. He just stood up and said in a low voice: "If I can't avenge my family, what qualifications do I have to say my last name..."
Lang Hua walked over and grabbed the other party's collar: "What can't you think about? You almost died just now, do you know? Just because of your stupidity!"
"What does this have to do with you!"
Haiping suddenly raised his head: "What do you know? What do you know about me! My family, friends, everyone... take revenge, I want revenge!"
The voice rang in Lang Hua's ears, like thunder: "Kill! I will kill them all!"
"So you hide in front of the ammunition depot and use the toy gun in your hand to 'call' them one by one?" Lang Hua let go of the other party, stood up straight, and said in a very stern tone, "You think so? It's fun, right? Are you worthy of the Tang Hengdao in your hand?"
This seemed to be an insult to Hai Ping, and his anger reached its peak in an instant.
"You fucking fart! What can I do? Without guns and ammunition, how many can I kill by myself! With this place, I can kill all these monsters, I..."
Lang Hua obviously did not agree with Haiping's words.
He said slowly: "There are tens of billions of zombies in this world. How many can you kill?"
"A thousand, ten thousand? Or massacre an entire city?"
"Have you ever thought that these necromorphs are just victims in the apocalypse? You can stand on their heads and become stronger all the way, but you shouldn't just vent your anger on them!"
He was breathing heavily. The surprise attack just now was a big burden even for Lang Hua.
"Give them a pleasure, show them kindness, and then take their gifts to evolve all the way to find the truth and seek revenge on the mastermind behind the scenes! Instead of just sneaking and killing these little zombie-like pawns. Don't dare to Facing a more powerful opponent, you are just a coward!"
"Shut up! I will succeed, I would have...I will go to other places to kill...kill all these monsters..." Haiping's voice was hurried, "They turned my family into They became monsters, it was them..."
"It's a pity that I only saw your failure, and I only saw a defeated dog wailing here!"
Lang Hua seemed to have suddenly lost his anger. He chuckled and said, "Are you worthy of using a Tang sword like this? You are not worthy of this sword!"
"Shut up!"
"Your two knives must be old. In my opinion, it's a joke that his previous owner handed him over to you."
"I told you to shut up!"
"Ding."
It was the sound of the back of the knife intersecting with the blade.
It was Lang Hua who decisively raised the handle of the knife in his hand and blocked Hai Ping's knife from hitting his face.
"You haven't recovered your physical strength yet, have you? But just like the black corpses won't care if they took advantage of you today, I won't be extra aggressive with you today just because you're exhausted!" Lang Hua put away his smile, Su Rong said.
"Go to hell!"
Another horizontal knife slashed towards Lang Hua's waist.
Lang Hua reversed Mo Dao and blocked another blow.
He showed his head from behind the sword and praised: "Er-sword style? It's very good."
Haiping also pursed his lips and looked gloomy.
He didn't open his mouth to retaliate, he just kept slashing with his sword.
Compared with fighting with a single sword, the two-knife style is by no means twice as difficult. It not only requires a solid foundation of skills, but also requires strong and coordinated arms and back muscles of the knife holder.
Lang Hua knew - this time he met an expert.
The real martial arts are killing techniques, but what Lang Hua learned in the army camp is even more brave and fierce soul-stealing secrets.
The thirteen years of fighting on the battlefield in the previous life were no joke. Fighting has long become an instinct, deeply engraved in Lang Hua's bone marrow.
Even if he removes all his evolutionary abilities at this moment, he can still rely solely on what he learned in the army after the disaster to face Hai Ping without falling behind.
The Mo Dao in Lang Hua's hand was swung like a wind, whittling, slicing, splitting, and shooting. The moves were extremely simple, but each move was fatal, and he captured the essence of his sword skills.
Compared with Lang Hua's evolved physical fitness, Haiping lacks strength and speed, but is superior in skills.
If the latter hadn't spent too much energy in the previous battle, it would be hard to say who would be stronger or weaker in this battle.
But after all, Haiping is just a tired body now.
"clang."
Lang Hua lifted Mo Dao up, and the Heng Dao in Hai Ping's hand flew out and flew to the ground in the distance.
It fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.
Hai Ping felt incredible from the bottom of his heart.
"You lose." Lang Hua said expressionlessly, "If you lose in the end of the world, you will die."
"I... haven't lost yet!"
Haiping's voice suddenly became harsh.
There was almost no sound of the knife being drawn. Two knives, only 20 centimeters long, were pulled out from Haiping's leggings. In the blink of an eye, they were handed to Lang Hua's chest and pierced through his skin, muscles and bones.
"Ice shield!"
At this moment, two miniature ice shields appeared and blocked the blade for Lang Hua.
The barrier knife bounced back due to the reaction force, and the ice shield also disintegrated.
And Lang Hua's figure never moved at all from beginning to end.
It seemed that everything was as he expected.
Section 2
The traditional knives used in ancient China were all thick-backed, wide-bodied, and single-edged. The main function of such a knife is to chop, but it is not convenient for assassination.
It was not until the Tang Dynasty that the shortcomings of traditional swords were taken into consideration, and based on this, improvements were made based on the experience of facing enemies, resulting in the well-known Tang sword.
Compared with traditional knives, the Tang Dao has a longer blade, a narrower blade width, a slightly thinner back, and a double-edged tip.
The most classic case is the Tang Heng Dao, one of the "Four Tang Dao" in Hai Ping's hands.
Choosing this structure allows Tang Dao to have the functions of three weapons: knife, sword and gun.
In addition to being able to chop at short distances, the Tang Dao can also be used to assassinate like a spear or sword at long distances.
The knife head is edged on both sides precisely to enhance the killing effect of "stabbing". The short narrow barrier knife in Haiping's hand is more inclined to "stab" and is more similar to a modern dagger.
The Mo Dao knife in Lang Hua's hand is 1.2 meters long. The blue long-handled blade is made of medium carbon steel, and the blade is made of special-grade spring steel, which is double-edged and full of flexibility.
Although this Mo Dao weighs only 7 kilograms, it is three times as heavy as the Tang Heng Dao in Hai Ping's hand. The huge blade, coupled with the physical attributes of Lang Hua's second-level evolver, is full of attack power.
Compared with Lang Hua's calmness, Haiping's body was stiff and his dull expression was particularly conspicuous.
"I lost?"
"If it weren't for the ice shield technique, maybe you would have won." Lang Hua said, his voice extremely sincere.
"Are people with abilities...really that strong? I..."
Haiping, like many people, has never seen a real person with abilities. He always thought that the rumors on the Internet were just the ravings of idiots.
"Getting back to the subject," Lang Hua looked at Hai Ping and said, "You are also looking for the source of this disaster, right? Then do you want to know who turned your family into that kind of situation?"
Haiping didn't seem to hear what he was saying clearly. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly got up, grabbed Lang Hua's collar and said urgently: "You know, right? You know, tell me!"
Lang Hua grinned, reached out and grabbed Haiping's arm, threw him over his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.
Lang Hua stared at the other party condescendingly and said contemptuously: "What can I do if I tell you the source of the apocalypse?"
"Kill them all," Haiping clenched his teeth subconsciously, "kill them all!"
Lang Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could see the flame called revenge burning in Hai Ping's eyes.
But he still smiled and said: "You are too weak now."
Lang Hua's tone was condescending, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
But this time, Haiping surprisingly didn't become angry again.
"I……"
Lang Hua was right, he was too weak... He couldn't even ensure his own survival, so there was no need to talk about revenge.
After a while, Lang Hua knelt down, put his head close to Hai Ping's ear and spoke softly.
"How many zombies can you kill by yourself? Now you can't even touch the root of the disaster."
There seemed to be endless magic in his voice.
"Follow me, you can also have this ability and become an esper. You can even have stronger abilities and skills, far more powerful than what you just saw."
"Whether you want revenge or murder, as long as you stay strong along the way, you will be able to succeed everywhere and be unfavorable."
