The whistle sounded, Lang Zhan looked at Plant Baoliang, his eyes became cold, his left hand was raised and wiped on his neck, and he said, "You will regret it!" ”

At the same time, Zheng Shaobin seemed to realize that he had been sold by Cui Xuanjin, and while walking towards the door, he said to the martyrs: "The time has come to test you, for the sake of the Holy Sect, please kill this infidel!" ”

Zheng Shaobin didn't take a few steps before he was stopped by a Dharma Protector leader who had brought people in from outside, and he blocked the door and said, "Zheng Protector, you can't go, we still expect you to preside over the overall situation." ”

Zheng Shaobin looked at him with a cruel gaze: "Sun Lincan, what is your identity?" How dare you talk to me like that? Now, I authorize you to command them. As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the other person.

Sun Lincan was unmoved, bowed slightly and said, "Protector Zheng, please don't let the little one be embarrassed." ”

"Bastard, are you disobeying my orders?"

Su Lincan said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "In extraordinary times, there can only be one leader of the 'Black Charm Church', Zheng Protector, do you want to violate the canon?" ”

"Sun Lincan, I remember you!" Zheng Shaobin said, turned around, first asked for a shield and a short knife from a martyr, then thought about it, walked to Plant Baoliang's side, and asked, "Plant Baoliang, when will your people arrive?" ”

Plant Baoliang: "They should have arrived. ”

There were originally more than ten people in the room, but Sun Lincan brought more than 30 people over, and when he landed, not only blocked the door of the room, but also many people stayed outside. The room is not small, about 40 square meters, but because there are two desks and some other office furniture in it, it would be nice to be able to fill 30. And among these people, the martyrs are, of course, the priority to stay.

When Cui Xuanjin shouted "Holy Sect", the martyrs in the room had already begun to exude a dead aura. Zheng Shaobin shouted again, the heavier the dead qi on their bodies, and they looked at Lang Zhan as if they were looking at a dead person. Lang Zhan chopped off the hands of the half-dead martyr who was holding his right foot, and the two martyrs rushed towards him with their shields. Behind them, the other martyrs with shields and those without shields held short knives, staring at Lang Zhan with their eyes and squeezing over. Behind these martyrs, those Dharma Protectors were under the command of the two leaders, lined up in three rows in an orderly and dense formation, holding all kinds of weapons and watching Lang Zhan with fierce eyes.

"Looks like he's well-trained—" The thought flashed through Lang Zhan's mind as he rushed towards a shield-wielding martyr. The two sides approached, and the shield-wielding martyr held the shield in both hands, and accelerated towards Lang Zhan. Lang Zhan swung out his right hand, and the sword of Damocles stabbed straight through with a flash of cold light. I only heard a crisp sound of "poof", and the shield that could only be broken by the shotgun was immediately pierced, and Lang Zhan's right wrist was flipped again, and the shield martyr let out a muffled snort from his mouth, and his right hand was already broken at the wrist.

When Zheng Shaobin saw this scene, he thought of his island country*, and couldn't help but have a clearer understanding of the sharpness of the short sword in Lang Zhan's hand. He frowned and shouted, "Be careful with the sword in his hand, everyone go up together, pile him to death!" ”

Before Zheng Shaobin finished speaking, Lang Zhan stabbed the sword of Damocles again, and then, his face changed, he pulled out a pistol from his waist with his left hand, and fired several shots with his backhand when his feet stepped on the shield in front of him.

Lang Zhan's sword pierced the shield in front of him again, and pierced the heart of the martyr behind the shield. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the martyr whose heart was pierced did not lose his strength and fighting spirit because of this, but with the inertia of rushing forward, he pressed the shield with one hand and pressed it sideways, and pinned his sword to the side. The room was only so big, outnumbered, and with a bulletproof shield on the opposite side, the Sword of Damocles played the role of a game-breaker, and Lang Zhan naturally refused to let it be restrained. At the critical moment, he hurriedly raised his feet and kicked towards the shield together, and at the same time, in order to prevent the shield behind him from sticking to his back, he fired several shots in succession, using the power of bullets to stop the close approach of the martyrs behind him.

Zheng Shaobin "piled him to death" exit, the martyrs and Dharma protectors rushed up together, and a crowd formed around Lang Zhan.

Martyrs are not afraid of death, and there are many protectors. The martyrs still have shields in their hands, and they themselves are the shields of the Dharma Protectors - Lang Zhan instantly realized this, and after drawing the sword of Damocles with the help of the force of his stepping, he flipped his wrist and stabbed the sword of Damocles backwards, and at the same time, the pistol in his left hand turned forward, instantly emptying all the bullets in the gun.

The sound of gunfire was incessant, and the martyr, who had already been stabbed in the heart, finally fell to the ground after his head was blown out again. He immediately became a stepping stone for the other martyrs, but these martyrs were immediately bombarded by a rain of bullets, and Rao had a shield in his hand, but the momentum of the charge was also contained.

At this time, Lang Zhan could still remember the consumption rate of the bullets in the gun, and after he fired the last bullet, he let go of his left hand, let the pistol fall to the ground, and then grabbed it to his waist and pulled out another gun. As he pulled out his gun, he rubbed the bolt on his belt and rubbed it away.

It's slow to write, but it all happens in the blink of an eye. After Lang Zhan stabbed the sword of Damocles backwards with his right hand and backhand, he immediately retracted it, and then with a swing, he picked off several axes and short knives. Lang Zhan's sword directly pierced the shield behind him, and at the same time opened a hole in the body of the shield-wielding martyr. He immediately took the initiative to lean his back up, kicked the ground with both feet to resist the thrust from behind, waved his right hand, and pulled the trigger with his left index finger, instantly running out of bullets from a pistol.

In the explosion of gunfire, Lang Zhan shouted at Zheng Shaobin: "Zheng Shaobin, the target of my trip is only Cui Xuanjin, do you really want to block the gun for Cui Xuanjin?" ”

Zheng Shaobin's expression changed slightly, he glanced at Sun Lincan beside him with the afterglow of his eyes, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he let out a soft cold snort.

In the second round of strafing, the target was changed to the protector behind the martyr. These protectors don't have shields in their hands, and they don't survive with a pierced heart like a martyr, and they are immediately put down.

There was a scream, Lang Zhan threw away the gun again, and then took out another one.

When some of the injured Dharma Protectors saw this, they couldn't help but break down and shout: "God, how many guns did he bring?" ”

Lang Zhan had the third pistol in his hand, and there were martyrs' short knives and shields on both sides, he suddenly buried his body down slightly, and then kicked the ground with both feet, and at the same time retracted his back, the shield martyr behind him and the other martyrs and protectors who were clinging to this martyr were unexpected, and rushed forward together, and he flew upward. This is exactly the effect of Lang Zhanyao, his body was in the air, his right hand waved, driving his body to turn to the right, and after the sword of Damocles in his right hand fired a few short knives, the muzzle of the pistol in his left hand suddenly bit in one direction, and the "horn horn" fired three shots in a row.

In this direction was a shield-wielding martyr, Lang Zhan's body was in the air, he thought he had seized the opportunity, and immediately raised his shield and smashed it over. Lang Zhan fired three shots in succession, and the first two shots hit the same point of the shield in his hand in succession, and the shield punched a bullet hole. Then a third bullet pierced through his forehead.

Lang Zhan has a little experience in dealing with dead soldiers because of Wu Liang's relationship. Whether it's a dead soldier or a super soldier, as long as they belong to the category of people, then the brain will always be the most vulnerable point in their body.

Lang Zhan rose into the air, and the blood stains on his injured calf pants were seen by Zheng Shaobin, and Zheng Shaobin shouted in ecstasy as if he had discovered a new world: "He's injured, he's already injured—"

I don't know if Zheng Shaobin's words played a motivating role, when Lang Zhan shot out of the bullet in the gun again, and when his body fell down, his waist tightened and he was hugged by a pair of arms.

He was hugged by the martyr who had been shot in the forehead, and after the guy was shot in the forehead, the shield in his hand fell off, and he stood there with empty eyes, already like a dead man. In addition, in Lang Zhan's blood-colored vision, the blood on his body was rapidly dissipating, which was a sign that his vital signs were disappearing, so Lang Zhan didn't care about him anymore.

Well, it's not that Lang Zhan doesn't want to care, but he really has more than enough heart and not enough strength. So, when he thought he was safe, the martyr became a trap and entangled him.

The sword of Damocles in Lang Zhan's right hand was now stuck in the head of a martyr, and his left hand had just grabbed the only pistol left on his body. So, Rao had a bloody vision to warn him that an enemy was coming from the left, and he only had time to wave his left hand, using it as a shield, and was stabbed by a short knife.

The short knife failed to pierce the bones of Lang Zhan's left forearm, but it managed to contain Lang Zhan's left hand. Lang Zhan pulled out the sword of Damocles with his right hand, and he had a sharp pain in his back, and he had been stabbed in by a short knife.

Zheng Shaobin had already retreated to the door at this time, and was confronting Sun Lincan, seeing this, he was ecstatic again, shouting: "All for the Holy Sect!" Good, good! Come on! ”

Lang Zhan's back is one of the weak points on his body, and his back has not been seriously injured in previous battles, so the back ribs there have not been able to get the opportunity to "grow wildly" like the front ribs. The back stabbed, Rao is Lang Zhan, and he couldn't help but let out a howl in pain. And just as the martyr who stabbed him struggled to pull out the short knife and was about to stab it again, Lang Zhan knelt down with both knees, and took the martyr holding his waist to the ground, and at the same time, the wrist of his right hand flipped over, and the sword of Damocles slashed backwards, completely by feeling, first blocking the short knife, and then slashing indiscriminately, stirring the short knife and the hand holding the short knife into several pieces.

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and the corresponding part of Lang Zhan's body had a tingling sensation, which had been hit by several bullets, one of which hit the upper part of the right ear of his head, knocking his head to the ground and taking away a piece of flesh there.

The person who fired the shot was Ryo Planto. "Plant protection Liang, good job!" Zheng Shaobin shouted, and then said to Sun Lincan: "Gabriel is finished, this is a great credit!" Why don't you hurry up and bring someone up to get rid of him completely?! ”

Sun Lincan looked at him and then at Lang Zhan, and waved his hand: "Up!" "Take the rest of the people and join the warband. Predator