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Leng Yue's body was neat, leaping around in the harbor, in his hands, the two guns were like dragons entering the sea, and like the finishing touch of a wonderful pen played a gun song, the sparks of the muzzles flashed out of three intertwined figures, the sound of bullets and steel-like skin hitting frequently sounded, and occasionally the roar of a tiger could be heard.

Leng Yue changed the battlefield, constantly dodging in the "mountains and forests" of the container, since just now, the strength of these two stiff has been increasing, ordinary divine power bullets can no longer hurt a bit, sure enough, this kind of alien zombie has never lacked fierceness, Leng Yue thought in his heart.

The two zombies sniffed around in the container yard, looking for air from the residual popularity, but Leng Yue's marksmanship was superb, and he was best at assassination or fighting a protracted war, and his ability to stealth and hold his breath was able to catch up with the stone, and there was no trace around at all.

The two zombies caught the danger, but they trusted their own chariot-like bodies and immediately put their hands on their heads and carried the bullets head-on.

The power of the spear was extraordinary, and the moment the light bullet hit the zombie, it immediately burst into a sky-high tongue of fire in the interval between the containers, and the crimson flames began to devour everything, dispelling the darkness.

Who would have thought that two small light bullets alone could be full of such power, if he and Xiao Tong joined forces, the two of them could overcome each other's shortcomings.

Looking at the two stiff hairs that were burned by the flames, Leng Yue said: "Even if the immortal body is a corpse at best, nothing will be left after it is burned, no matter what kind of copper skin and iron bone he is."

But it was still unexpected, although the two stiff bodies were in flames and wailing, they were still agile, jumping up and jumping towards Leng Yue to punch them.

Leng Yue sighed, dodging at the interval behind, and the zombie iron fist fell where he was standing, and actually deformed and twisted the iron sheet with the force of ten thousand catties, just when he just landed and turned around, the two zombies actually pushed the container behind and pressed over, Leng Yue raised his two guns again, and shot two wind bombs at the muzzle of the gun.

Leng Yue hurriedly looked for an opportunity again, and had a general understanding of the hardness of Mao Zhuang's body, but she still couldn't help but sigh: "I heard that this thing is hard, but the fire can't burn, the wind can't penetrate it, such a monster really exists."

Jiang Li had already conveyed to him the words he heard from the auction on the phone, but Leng Yue still wanted to test whether there was really such a realm, and it seemed that he really underestimated it.

I heard that this kind of zombie is not afraid of fire, and it is even not afraid of sunlight when it is cultivated, and it can act in broad daylight, and it can destroy mountains and rocks with great power, which is now the most favored by gang groups.

Leng Yue doesn't have as strong brute force as Jiang Ru, and he has always won by skill, but since this thing is not afraid of fire, I don't know if he is afraid of water? Wait, when it comes to water......

He smiled and snorted lightly, his body was as light as a swallow and approached the mooring place of the ship.

I saw him turn around and shoot two shots at random, and with a rush of Qianli's eyes, the two bullets chased after the zombies like they had eyes, and no matter how fast they were, they couldn't escape.

When they were entangled by tracking bullets, Leng Yue came to the sea edge and pulled the trigger towards the sea void, only to see the blue light of the pistol light up slightly, and many bright points of light suddenly floated on the sea surface and attached to the pistol.

As he concentrated, there was a thud behind him, and with the appearance of a red light, the two zombies were hit again, but this time they still did not succeed in killing them.

After Leng Yue finished collecting with a pistol, he looked back and saw that the zombie was like a fire man, but it was still standing, approaching him step by step.

Seeing their perseverance, he put his pistol back behind his waist and hugged his chest comfortably, saying, "It's tenacious, it's really troublesome if this place is full of people like you, isn't it?"

Mao Zhuang ignored his words, and with a wave of his arm, a gust of strong wind instantly extinguished the flames in his body, and he still whined in his mouth, ready to pounce on Leng Yue again.

At this moment, Leng Yue Chengzhu was in his chest, knowing that they couldn't speak, he played the piano to the cow and said: "Generally speaking, guys like you don't have any weaknesses, if you talk about it in detail, it is probably sea water."

Mao's stiff body stagnated, and he began to tremble as if he was talking about the sore spot, Leng Yue snorted and said: "To be exact, it is the salt in the sea, since ancient times, salt has a strong purification power, and it is also the nemesis of demonic things, but your master doesn't seem to have thought of this, and actually arranged you here in the port."

He put his hand on the gun, ready to draw the gun to solve the battle in an instant, although the two zombies were clumsy, but they also instinctively knew not to go near the seawater, Leng Yue expected that they would not dare to come, so he threw out a sentence that made them even more frightened, "My pistol is specially made by a truster, it can absorb elements and become my bullets, it is ever-changing, and can adapt according to the battle situation, do you think you will have a way to live?"

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Mao Zhuang was determined to make a desperate bet, one of them angrily hammered down to the ground, and the smoke billowing out of Leng Yue's field of vision, and then took advantage of this trick, and the other Mao Zhuang quickly grabbed the container and jumped up, using it as a shield to press down on the cold moon.

But from beginning to end, that confident smile did not fade from his face, Leng Yue lowered his body, the eyes of a thousand miles were full of glow, the cold and arrogant gunman would never lose his opponent, between the lightning and flint, he quickly pulled out his gun and aimed it at the container is a shot.

Sparks erupted from the chamber of the gun, sending out a thin silver line, like a laser, piercing through the fragile layer of iron, and in the middle of the stiff eyebrows, flashing through the back of the head in an instant.

After being hit, the zombie convulsed and smoked wildly, and immediately dissolved into a puddle of flesh after screaming miserably, leaving only the tattered clothes they were wearing before, and the iron box that had lost its strength immediately fell in front of Leng Yue. Leng Yue looked through the small hole that was pierced, and said funny: "This is called cerebral thrombosis!"

The residual heat of the chamber of the gun was still in the palm of his hand, and the smell of gunsmoke had a salty taste, and Leng Yue turned over the container, only to see another zombie disappearing, so he strode and was about to leave the port, at this moment, the ground behind him loosened, and the other hairy zombie immediately roared out of the ground, and raised its claws and was about to cut down on his head.

It turned out that he saw that there was no chance of winning the head-to-head duel, so he was ready to use a surprise attack, but just when he thought he would succeed, Leng Yuetou didn't return to raise the gun to his shoulder and slammed it.

Leng Yue looked back, frowned extremely disgustingly, then put away the gun and left, and said unhappily: "Didn't you expect that there would be a day when salt was used as a bullet and my gun was used as a cruet bottle?"

But then he suddenly thought, "What if you use chili peppers?"