Chapter 189: The Battle Begins

The resentful corpses on the top of the ink mark range fell from the top of the stone wall of the cave one after another.

The resentful corpse that fell beside everyone stood up from the ground with a "poof", and stabbed at Zhang Yi with five fingers into claws.

"Horsewoman's!" Zhang Yi scolded, and was about to turn around with his rifle against his rifle to reward the two resentful corpses with a few bullets, but found that one of the resentful corpses flew out, and the other resentful corpse was pinched by Wang Fan's neck and pressed to the ground.

"Leave it to me here, you go and help Uncle Feng!" Wang Fan pinched the neck of the resentful corpse and threw it away, throwing the resentful corpse out of the range of ink marks.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi turned around and continued to shoot at the resentful corpses around the Zifeng Daoist.

At this time, Teacher Cang, who was originally lying on top of Zhang Yi's head, had already turned into a white shadow and helped Wang Fan deal with the resentful corpse in the ink marks.

Wang Fan dealt with the resentful corpse that fell into the ink marks, and Mr. Cang dealt with the resentful corpses that fell on the edge of the ink marks, Wang Fan pressed the resentful corpses on the ground and rubbed them back and forth for a while before throwing the resentful corpses out, and Mr. Cang was much simpler, just kick the resentful corpses out with a flying kick.

Moreover, if Mr. Cang accidentally fell out of the range of the ink marks when he was kicking, he could still swagger into the ink marks unscrupulously, while those resentful corpses did not dare to step forward on the edge of the ink marks. Occasionally, one or two resentful corpses were squeezed up by the resentful corpses behind, in exchange for being blasted out by an invisible force, and after falling on the ground, they turned into countless pieces of broken corpses, but every time a resentful corpse was blown away, the color of the ink marks would fade for a while.

This has to say that the demon is indeed better than the evil dick in this regard.

Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao kept shooting at the resentful corpses around the Zifeng Daoist, but the rifle was not a Taoist weapon to restrain evil things, although the bullet was poured with black dog blood in the back, but this was an emergency solution. If it hits the eyebrows or temples, it's fine, but it can be hit somewhere else, at most it will cause a little trauma to these resentful corpses, even if they break the knees of the resentful corpses, these resentful corpses still continue to run towards Zifeng Daoist as if they were fine.

As time passed little by little, a lot of resentful corpses slowly accumulated in front of Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao, and they had already blocked the road between everyone and Zifeng Daoist.

"Battle Buddha body - long! Open! Wang Fan roared angrily, rushed out of the ink marks with a shotgun, and first kicked on the chest of a resentful corpse in front of him.

This kick directly kicked the resentful corpse far away, and also knocked several resentful corpses away on the way, and this kick alone opened an empty road several meters long.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Fan ran towards Zifeng Daoist with a shotgun, and encountered a resentful corpse rushing up without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and directly lifted the shotgun and fired it at the head of the resentful corpse.

"Old Qiu! Don't save bullets, cover for the bald king! Zhang Yi said, and then directly began to shoot at the resentful corpse.

With Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao under the cover of ignoring the amount of bullets, Wang Fan quickly ran to the Zifeng Daoist, only to see that the Zifeng Daoist was covered in blood at this time, holding the black black knife in one hand and the peachwood dagger in the other.

I saw Zifeng Daoist raise his hand and raise the black knife of Ugin and slash at the neck of an adult male resentful corpse, and then held the peachwood sword in his other hand and plunged directly into the heart of this adult male resentful corpse. Then he pulled out the black black knife with one hand, let go of the peach dagger with the other hand, touched his body, took out a thunder talisman, and slapped it at another old woman's resentful corpse beside him, and by the way, he rewarded the old woman's resentful corpse with a black black knife. Then Zifeng Daoist turned around and pulled out a peachwood dagger from the heart of an adult male resentful corpse, stood horizontally, blocked a blow from a female resentful corpse, and immediately slashed it with a knife in his other hand.

Zifeng Daoist was red-eyed in the resentful corpses, and there were already more than a dozen destroyed resentful corpses at his feet, but the resentful corpses still rushed up without fear of death. At this time, Wang Fan smashed his fists and kicked the gun all the way and finally killed the Zifeng Daoist, and saw a little boy's resentful corpse grabbing the waist of the Zifeng Daoist with his teeth and claws, Wang Fan reached out and grabbed the head of the little boy's resentful corpse directly, lifted it and threw it to the ground, stepped on the chest of the little boy's resentful corpse, and the gun head was against the head of the little boy's resentful corpse.

The little boy was not even ten years old, with a young face and thin limbs, but his eyes were already blank.

After Wang Fan said "I'm sorry" lightly, he snapped his finger and opened the gun, and the little boy's head was instantly shattered by the shotgun.

After solving the little boy's grievances, Wang Fan pulled the magazine and loaded the ammunition directly, and pulled his finger at the other man, but there was no reaction at all.

At the critical moment, the shotgun ran out of ammunition.

Wang Fan saw that he pounced on his male resentful corpse, snorted disdainfully, directly grabbed the arm of the male resentful corpse, smashed the male resentful corpse to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and then raised his foot and stepped on the head of the resentful corpse hard, directly stomping on the head of the resentful corpse.

"Uncle Feng, retreat!" The golden light that burst out of one of Wang Fan's fists blasted away a resentful corpse that rushed in front of him.

After Daoist Zifeng cut down the corpse of an old woman, he pulled his legs and ran to Wang Fan's side.

After the two ran together, Wang Fan reached out and grabbed the arm of a resentful corpse, and shouted, "Squat!"

When Zifeng Taoist heard this, he squatted down without hesitation, Wang Fan grabbed the resentful corpse like a big windmill and waved the resentful corpse above his head, and the surrounding resentful corpses were all beaten crookedly, and finally Wang Fan threw the resentful corpse in his hand and smashed a passage in the group of resentful corpses.

"Let's go!"

Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist ran up one after another, taking advantage of this gap, Wang Fan quickly took out ammunition from the ammunition bag on his body and loaded the shotgun with ammunition.

After loading a few rounds of ammunition, Wang Fan pulled the magazine and fired a few shots at the surrounding corpses, and after killing a few corpses, the ammunition ran out again, Wang Fan didn't load the ammunition anymore, and directly opened the way with his fists and feet.

Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao, who were not far away, were surrounded by dense resentful corpses in front of them, blocking their sight, but these two people still kept firing guns, cleaning up the resentful corpses in front of them, even if they eliminated one more corpse, it would be easier when the Wind Daoist and Wang Fan rushed in.

Soon the two men ran out of rifle bullets, and only one rifle magazine remained on their bodies.

Seeing this, Qiu Lao decisively threw away the rifle in his hand, took out the pistol from his waist, and shot at the resentful corpse in front of him.

Qiu Lao knew that compared with Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi's marksmanship was not much better than him, and the last rifle magazine was better for Zhang Yi.

After Zhang Yi saw Qiu Lao's action, he was not coquettish, but quickly changed the magazine of the rifle, and after the change, he continued to shoot with Qiu Lao at the many resentful corpses in front of him.