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Modern grenades have simply shifted from killing power to pursuing injury and disability. There is naturally no problem in dealing with the fragile bodies of ordinary people. However, these zombies with strong skin and thick flesh seem to be a bit invisible.

"These people are in the same group as the deceased." Ding Li quickly distinguished. The dress of these people was obviously in the same group as the deceased person he saw.

Just looking at the weapons and clothes they use, you will know that they do not belong to this world. What is more likely to be like themselves, they belong to time travelers.

"I'll help you!" Qiu Sheng shouted, his spirit was shocked, obviously excited to see these powerful reinforcements. But his voice was obviously wrong, and he sounded delicate, more like a woman.

He picked up a bench he had turned over, rushed over, and smashed it hard on the head of a zombie from behind.

With a click, the hard elm bench broke into two pieces. Even though the zombie's head was extremely hard, it could not withstand such great force, and the skull was smashed to pieces. Even a decayed and black mind burst out.

If an ordinary person is killed like this, it is obvious that he will die no longer. However, after being hit by this, the zombie just shook, turned around and jumped over, and rushed towards Qiu Sheng.

But at this moment, I heard a cry that made everyone's scalp numb. A large ball of fire, wrapped in a human form, jumped out of the back hall of the Yizhuang Village.

"It's that zombie king!" Ding Li quickly judged it. Then he saw Uncle Jiu breaking out. At some point, a peach wood sword had already appeared in his hand. He shouted: "Just!"

The peach wood sword flew out immediately and pierced into the large ball of flames. The zombie king was hit hard again. Even Ding Li thought he had cleaned up, but he heard him shocked suddenly, and a thick black air surged all over his body, suppressing the fire.

At this time, the armed men of unknown origin had already changed their magazines and attacked the fire, killing a zombie again.

Ding Li also rushed out again, picked up a piece of broken wooden board, and rushed to the back of the Zombie King with a fierce look, and hit the back of the Zombie King with a force.

With a click, the wooden board in Ding Li's hand broke unexpectedly, and the tiny wooden thorns flew around. You should know that the furniture here of Uncle Jiu is all solid, old woods such as mulberry and elm. It will definitely not be comparable to the movie, which seems to be apart when you touch it casually.

The body of the zombie king was even more solid to an incredible level. If it were an ordinary zombie, Ding Li would definitely be able to break his neck after a sudden move. However, this zombie king didn't even shake it.

"Ding Li, let go. You are no match for it. You need to use spells to deal with this kind of zombie!" Uncle Jiu shouted.

Ding Li retreated as he said, but it was too late. He jumped in place like lightning, turned around, and his black nails, like sharp swords, slashed towards Ding Li.

You can confirm that this kind of nail contains corpse poison. If you are scratched, you will be poisoned.

However, at this time, Ding Li felt keen and his reaction was extremely fast. It seemed that his body had lost all the original restrictions.

Or in an inappropriate analogy, it is simply like sitting in a mecha to control it. With a little nerve feedback, the body has been perfectly mobilized.

With a swish, Ding Li jumped two meters away. Uncle Jiu suddenly bit his finger and drew casually in his palm with blood. Thunder in his palm came out and hit the zombie's vest.

At this moment, there was really a storm bursting out. The zombie vest suddenly hit, and it was like a big cowhide drum, making a loud noise.

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

But when the zombie king bounced, it was like a spring mounted on the ground, and it bounced up again at Uncle Jiu.

But at this moment, a rocket launcher with a long orange-red tail flame had already hit the zombie king. With a rumbling sound, a huge flame and explosion fragments shot out, covering the entire zombie king.

But Ding Li and Jiu Shu were both very close, and were also within the range of the explosion. In the critical moment, Ding Li's body seemed to have suddenly taken out of his own control.

I don't know why it appeared behind a pillar four or five steps away, blocking the explosion fragments and flames that were shot. However, the explosion's shock wave still made Ding Li feel extremely uncomfortable, and his internal organs seemed to have moved their positions at this moment.

After the explosion, the orange-red flame disappeared. A corpse that was like coke and could not be said to be anything fell to the ground.

"Uncle Jiu!" Ding Li shouted. He rushed over and saw Uncle Jiu covered in blood and lying on the ground. He didn't know whether it was death or life.

At this time, I noticed that three more militants stepped into the charity village. A foreigner, who was two meters tall, put away the rocket launcher and didn't even look at Uncle Jiu and others who were lying on the ground.

Another strong black man, like Rambo, actually picked up a Cotlin six-barrel Vulcan, with yellow and orange bullets surrounding his arms that were thicker than a person's waist and half of his body was wrapped around him.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Sheng rushed forward and shouted at the people.

But these people seemed to have no regard for the friendship with Qiu Sheng fighting side by side, and unscrupulously pointed their guns at Qiu Sheng.

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

Even if he is possessed by a female ghost now and is pointed at by so many guns together, he will die so much that he cannot die again.

"Uncle Jiu, how are you doing?" Ding Li touched under Uncle Jiu's nose, but fortunately he was still angry. He was just blown up on his thighs and kept bleeding.

Ding Li just helped Uncle Jiu bandage his legs, and a black muzzle pointed at Ding Li's head.

A crappy Chinese voice rang behind him: "Are these yours?" and handed over a bottle of shampoo.

Ding Li was shocked. This was one of the daily necessities he had tried to sell from the real world when the watch was not easy to sell.

Although it is not as profitable as watches, it is also quite easy to sell. It has to be said that there are more rich people in this town than I imagined.
Chapter completed!