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Modern grenades have shifted from simply lethal power to the pursuit of injuring and mutilating. If you deal with the fragile body of ordinary people, there is naturally no problem. But for these hard-skinned zombies, it seems a little inadequate.

"These people are in the same league as the deceased. Ding Li quickly distinguished. The clothes on these people are obviously the same as the deceased person that Shang Ding Li saw.

Just by looking at the weapons they used and the clothes they dressed, they knew that the Dao did not belong to this worldly realm. It is more likely that they belong to the traverser like themselves.

"I'm here to help you!" Qiusheng shouted, his spirit shocked, obviously excited to see these powerful reinforcements. It's just that his voice is obviously wrong, it sounds delicate, more like a woman.

He picked up a top-over bench and rushed over it, smashing it a zombie's head from behind.

With a click, the hard elm bench snapped in two. Even though the zombie's head was extremely hard, it couldn't withstand such force, and its skull was smashed and sunk. There is even a rotten and blackened brain bursting out.

If ordinary people suffer like this, it is obvious that those who are going to die cannot die anymore. But when the zombie was hit like this, it just shook it, turned around and jumped over, and pounced on Qiusheng.

But at this time, I only heard a chirp that made everyone's scalp tingle. A large ball of firelight, wrapped in a human figure, jumped out of the back hall of Yizhuang.

"It's the zombie king!" Ding Li quickly judged. Then I saw Uncle Nine follow him out, and I don't know when Lu Dao came out, there was already an extra peachwood sword in his hand. shouted: "Disease!"

The peachwood sword suddenly flew out of his hand and stabbed into a large cloud of flames. The zombie king was hit hard again, and even Ding Li thought that he had cleaned it up, but when he heard him suddenly shake, a thick black gas surged all over his body, and the fire was suppressed alive.

At this time, those armed men of unknown origin had already changed their magazines. Gather fire and assault and take out a zombie again.

Ding Li also pounced again, and picked up a broken wooden plank. Viciously pounced on the back of the zombie king, and with a strong swing, he hit the zombie king in the back of the neck.

With a click, the wooden board in Ding Li's hand broke unexpectedly, and tiny wooden thorns flew wildly. You must know that the furniture here of Uncle Lu Dao Jiu is all old wood such as solid wood mulberry elm. It will definitely not be comparable to the appearance of falling apart at random touch in the movie.

And the body of the zombie king is even stronger to an incredible extent. If it was an ordinary zombie, Ding Li could definitely break its neck if he went up so suddenly. But this zombie king didn't even shake.

"Ding Li, disperse. You are not its opponent, to deal with this kind of zombie, you have to use spells!" Uncle Nine shouted.

Ding Li retreated according to his words, but it was already too late. Like a zombie lightning, he jumped on the spot, turned around, and his black nails like sharp short swords slashed towards Ding Li.

This kind of nails, just look at it. It can be determined that there is corpse poison in the containment. I'm afraid that as long as the skin is scratched, it will be poisoned.

But at this time, Ding Li's whole body felt keen, and his reaction was extremely fast. It's as if this body has lost all its original limitations.

Or, to use an inappropriate metaphor, it's as if you're sitting in a mech. With a little neurofeedback, the body is perfectly mobilized.

With a bang, Ding Li had jumped back two meters away. Uncle Nine suddenly bit his finger and drew it randomly with blood in his palm, and his palm thundered out and hit the zombie's vest.

All of a sudden, there was really the momentum of a storm. The sudden impact on the zombie vest was like a cowhide drum, making a loud noise.

Even the zombie king couldn't bear it, and his legs were off the ground and he fell out.

But when the zombie king flicked in the end, it was as if there was a spring on the ground, and it bounced up. pounced on Uncle Nine again.

But at this time, a bazooka with a long orange-red tail flame had already crashed into the zombie king. With a bang, a huge burst of flames and explosive fragments shot out, enveloping the entire zombie king.

But Ding Li and Uncle Nine were both very close, and they were also within the range of the explosion. At the critical moment, Ding Li's body seemed to suddenly come out of his own control.

I don't know how the road appeared behind a pillar four or five paces away, blocking the fragments and flames of the explosion. But the shock wave of the explosion still made Ding Li extremely uncomfortable, and all his internal organs seemed to have moved their positions at this moment.

After the explosion, the orange-red flames vanished. A charred, indescribable corpse fell to the ground.

"Uncle Nine!" Ding Li shouted. He pounced suddenly, and saw that Uncle Nine was covered in blood and fell to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

At this time, I noticed that three more militants had stepped into Yizhuang. A foreigner, who was two meters tall, put away the bazooka and didn't look at Uncle Jiu and the others who fell to the ground.

And the other strong black man, like Rambo, actually picked up a Cortlin six-barreled Vulcan cannon, and the yellow-orange bullet belt wrapped around the arm thicker than a man's waist, and was half-coiled.

"What are you doing?" Qiusheng stepped forward and shouted at the men.

But these people didn't seem to care about the feelings of fighting side by side with Qiusheng just now, and unscrupulously aimed their guns at Qiusheng.

He had already seen the power of these weapons just now, and he was pointed at five or six guns, and he didn't dare to move even a finger at once.

Even if he is possessed by a female ghost now, and is pointed at and fired by so many guns, he will not be able to die again.

"Uncle Nine, how are you!" Ding Li touched under Uncle Nine's nose, but fortunately he was still angry. It's just that the flesh and blood that was blown up on the thigh were blurred and kept bleeding.

As soon as Ding Li helped the ninth uncle bandage his legs, a black hole pointed at Ding Li's head.

A broken Chinese voice sounded behind him, "Are these yours?" he said, handing over a bottle of shampoo.

Ding is one of the daily necessities he took from the real world when the watch was not selling.

Although it is not as profitable as the watch, it is also quite easy to sell. I have to say that there are more rich people in this town than you think.

"It's mine, what do you want?" Ding Li calmed down. Already eager to try and ready to fight back. It can be seen from the behavior of these guys that they are not good at stubble.