Chapter 190: Breakout

Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao kept shooting at the resentful corpses in front of them, killing a resentful corpse but a wave of evil corpses poured in, and there was no sign of the evil corpses decreasing at all.

And Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist were red-eyed in the group of resentful corpses, and all kinds of arms and thighs on the resentful corpses flew wildly.

The two groups of people were in full swing, but the blood-armored corpse only stood there motionless after the blood mist burst out, and there was no reaction at all.

"Ah!!h Daoist Zifeng thrust the peach wood dagger into the right eye of the resentful corpse, and when he pulled it out again, he saw that the peach wood dagger had been corroded into a pit of black charcoal.

Zifeng Daoist threw this unshapely peachwood sword with his backhand, took out a few yellow talismans on his body, held a knife in one hand and pinched the talisman in the other hand to shoot, and killed the group of resentful corpses.

Wang Fan made a fist with one hand, grabbed the bullet gun with the other hand, and all kinds of punches and kicks knocked the resentful corpses out like sandbags, and as soon as there was a gap, he loaded the shotgun with a few medicine bullets.

Although the physical strength of Zifeng Daoist and Wang Fan far exceeded that of ordinary people, in the case of such a fight, even the Saiyans couldn't hold back, and soon Zifeng Daoist didn't notice that a resentful corpse approached him, only to see this resentful corpse with five fingers into a knife, stabbing fiercely into the back of Zifeng Daoist's heart.

Although the Zifeng Daoist felt something, his body couldn't react, and just when the resentful corpse was about to stab the Zifeng Daoist, a white shadow hit the arm of the resentful corpse and directly knocked the blow of the resentful corpse crooked.

After the white shadow collided with the attack of the crooked corpse, his figure turned over in the air and landed on the shoulder of the Zifeng Daoist, who was Teacher Cang.

After Daoist Zifeng tilted his head and glanced at Teacher Cang, he continued to raise his knife and kill him, while Teacher Cang guarded against the resentful corpses around him.

With the addition of Teacher Cang, Daoist Zifeng and Wang Fan suddenly felt a lot easier, after all, they didn't have to worry about the surroundings, as long as they concentrated on breaking through.

Soon Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist had already killed near the ink marks, and in the vicinity of the ink marks, because Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao cleaned up without counting the amount of bullets, there were only a few resentful corpses.

Seeing that they were approaching, Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao no longer continued to shoot indiscriminately, but only shot after aiming at them.

Seeing that there were many fewer resentful corpses, Wang Fan turned around and kicked sideways on the spot, kicked the neck of a resentful corpse in front of him, and kicked the resentful corpse out as a cannonball.

Sure enough, as Wang Fan expected, this resentful corpse opened the last path for them, crashing into several resentful corpses along the way, and finally approaching the ink mark, an invisible huge force suddenly appeared to push the resentful corpse back, and this resentful corpse crossed a perfect parabola in the air and crossed the heads of Wang Fan and others.

Seeing this, the two immediately ran towards the ink mark at the speed of the 100-meter Bolt sprint.

Wang Fan: -=≡≡┏("▼Dish▼)┛

Zifeng Taoist: ε=ε=ε=ヘ(#'dish ́)ノ

Finally, in just a few seconds, the two of them ran into the ink mark before the resentful corpse could get up and react.

As soon as Wang Fan ran in, he disarmed the battle Buddha body, threw the shotgun, and sat on the ground without hesitation, panting for breath.

Daoist Zifeng also ran into the ink mark, thrust the black knife into the ground, and sat on the ground without hesitation, gasping for breath.

"Female horse...... Female horses, these resentful corpses...... It's too ...... It's too fierce! Join...... Boost ...... Recite a mantra...... Time is not ...... The Woman is the Woman's ...... Almost hit the streets! Daoist Zifeng gasped for breath and said intermittently.

At this time, Zhang Yi first looked at the resentful corpse that was unmoving outside the ink marks, and then walked towards Zifeng Daoist with a pistol, as for the rifle, it had long been out of ammunition.

"Uncle Feng, Brother Fan! Are you all right? Zhang Yi asked by locking the pistol with the safety and sticking it at his waist.

"It's okay...... It's all ...... Minor injuries! Daoist Zifeng shook his head and said.

Wang Fan raised his hand and waved it to indicate that it was okay.

At this time, Teacher Cang, who was squatting on the shoulders of Zifeng Daoist, took out four bottles of mineral water from a small paw in the mouth of the rat.

Everyone didn't see the water, but when they saw the water, they felt that their throats were dry and unseemly, so they picked up the mineral water and opened the bottle and poured it "dong dong".

"Uncle Feng, you should be vigilant first! I'll play a few more ink marks to be safe. After Zhang Yi finished pouring the mineral water, he threw the empty bottle and wiped his mouth and said to Zifeng Daoist.

Daoist Zifeng nodded in response.

"Old Qiu, come and help!" Zhang Yi turned his head and said to Qiu Lao.

Qiu Lao nodded, put the mineral water on the ground, and followed Zhang Yi to get the ink fountain and bounced the line.

At the beginning, the range of ink marks was full, and it was not until the ink fountain could not be bounced that Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao stopped.

At this time, Wang Fan and Zifeng Daoist also relieved their breath, only to see Zifeng Daoist holding the black black knife of Ugin and squinting slightly at the resentful corpse outside the ink marks. Wang Fan was loading the shotgun with the ammunition bag, but it looked like there was not much ammunition left in the ammunition bag, and there were only a dozen rounds like this.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi thought about it and said to Teacher Cang, who was lying on the shoulder of Daoist Zifeng, "Teacher Cang, do you still have ammunition?"

Mr. Cang shook his head, indicating that there was no more.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's face changed a few times, and now there are only a dozen shotguns with more ammunition left, and there are only three magazines for the four Type 92 pistols.

It's not that as a Taoist monk, why don't you use Taoist weapons and Buddhism to deal with these resentful corpses, but there are so many evil things in such a small space, although the effect of the talisman seal and Taoist weapon is better, but in terms of efficiency, it is really not as good as modern weapons.

In a scenario like this, whether it's a breakout or a grudge corpse, modern weapons are the best choice.

"Monk Wang, did you see that bloody corpse when you broke through just now!?" Zifeng Daoist turned his head to Wang Fan, who was loading ammunition, and asked.

Wang Fan was directly stunned by Zifeng Daoist's sudden question, and now in retrospect, the bloody armored corpse never appeared at all when he broke through.

"I didn't pay too much attention, could it be that the blood armor corpse was too heavily injured?" Wang Fan came to a conclusion that he didn't even believe.

"The way the blood mist churned just now doesn't look like it's going to hang." Zifeng Daoist said lightly.

"Is that ......" Wang Fan was only halfway through speaking, only to see that the resentful corpses outside the ink marks suddenly bumped into them as if they were all crazy.

Soon, the outermost layer of ink marks had been diluted and disappeared under the impact of the resentful corpse.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi and Qiu Lao just now flicked a few more ink marks for the sake of insurance, otherwise now that the ink mark has been knocked out, I am afraid that the four of them and one rat will have another bloody battle.