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Chapter 392 Layout again

Regardless of explosive power, dodge power, speed...

Liu Chenjiang is stronger than the foggy man in front of him.

But the opponent's durability and defense far exceeded his expectations.

Liu Chenjiang wanted to turn back several times to help, but was caught up by the foggy warrior and dragged into the battle again.

Thanks to the addition of the fresh army from the Juanshui base, it was actually slowly retreating to the edge for a while.

On the edge of the fog, the figure disappeared without a sound.

The second bait is a bit too rebellious and needs a little moderation to reconcile.

……

"Suka is not listed!" (****!)

A bearded man with a high nose snarled angrily, grabbed the ridiculously strong "zombie leader" in front of him, and gave him a ruthless headbutt.

Boom!

A small circle of mist rose between the two foreheads, and it was almost a circle of sparks.

The bearded man actually sent the foggy man whose whole body was stronger than steel into the air, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

"Anatole, get it done quickly."

"Sorry my Andre, I may not be able to handle him, his skull is even harder than mine."

Anatoly shook his head. His head hammer was enough to smash an ordinary mecha, but he fell on this "zombie". The impact made him slightly dizzy!

This made the arrogant Anatoly extremely dissatisfied.

"Hahaha... Our Anatoly must be because he didn't drink the vodka from his hometown."

"Shut your damn mouth, I don't mind stuffing this pulse cannon in your PY."

"Suka Bulie!" Anatoly roared again, and bumped into the foggy man who got up again.

Two bodies over two meters tall collided fiercely.

boom!

It was like detonating a high-voltage grenade.

Anatoly was bounced hard, and rolled on the ground with a disheveled face, but his mouth was full of swear words.

"I really want to meet its mother."

Anatoly felt that half of his body was numb, but the will to fight had filled his brain crazily.

The companions around not only did not make a move, but cursed

"I don't think we can kill him."

"This is a great zombie king!"

"Ha...ah!" A laughing North Siberian soldier was headed off by a thorny tentacle that suddenly jumped out from the side.

"Oh shit, old Ivan's head was taken away by that tentacle."

"My dearest brother Ivan, rest in peace."

Another guy made a cross in front of him, and picked up a thick anti-tank rocket launcher.

"RPG!"

A drawn out battle cry.

Old Ivan's head was blown to pieces together with the tentacles spreading out from the shallows.

"Hara Shuo!" (Good!)

There was enthusiastic applause all around.

Old Ivan will surely have eternal life in heaven!

boom!

As a result, during the time when the few people were slightly distracted, Anatoly, who was known as Belgar and the bear, was sent flying again.

Although the foggy man looked miserable, with those sunken fist marks all over his body, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"We may need to change our course." Anatoly spat, saying the most cowardly words and doing the most reckless things.

He rushed up again brutally.

Sorry, his dad never taught him what it means to back off.

But just when the Nth collision was about to happen.

A swirling black shadow in mid-air suddenly landed, turned around and stabbed.

Like a hurricane, Mars suddenly appeared.

The foggy man's neck was split in half, exposing the penetrating white bones.

"Damn it, who are you!" Anatuo questioned the figure in coir raincoat in front of him in an authentic goose language.

"运(うん)のいいやつだ." (Consider your luck.)

The mysterious man spoke lightly.

Although Anatoly couldn't understand this sentence, he clearly knew that this was a martial artist from the Neon Kingdom, and he was expressing some kind of contempt.

Anatoly swung his arms violently, trying to smash the figure into the air, and a gust of wind burst out from the front of his fist.

But the mysterious man had already filled a black smoke, and a large bulge instantly appeared on the ground.

Five meters away, white smoke of opposite color rose up, and his figure flashed out of it.

——Yanlong Dun.

The foggy man whose neck was cut crookedly looked back at the mysterious man furiously, his hatred climbed to the highest level, and he rushed madly.

The mysterious man jumped up lightly, did not perform the iconic stepping, and just a normal jump was like flying at a low altitude.

The fog warrior sprinted wildly, and soon disappeared from sight.

The team from northern Siberia looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Oh, I swear on my grandmother's name, I must be dreaming."

"It turned out to be those insidious neon people!"

"Anatole, you got a great deal."

This team still looks nonchalant, without any luck or regret.

that feeling...

Instead, it seemed that Anatoly had done something to apologize to them.

……

……

Shakuhachi's voice sounded melodiously again.

The distant mist boiled again.

This time, you don't need to make a judgment call, because you can already hear the terrifying roar from a long distance away.

Liu Chenjiang, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly felt the murderous intent behind him, and took advantage of the time to avoid it, he slashed out with his backhand.

Boom!

A violent shock came.

Looking back, Liu Chenjiang couldn't help taking a breath, and cursed angrily: "Another one!?"

No.2 Wushi knelt down on one knee, pressed five fingers of his right hand to stop the retreating trend, stared at Liu Chenjiang with scarlet eyes through the dissipated black smoke.

And it was obvious that the two fog warriors knew each other.

They made eye contact for a brief moment.

Although they were full of mutual jealousy, after a second, the two fog warriors looked fiercely at Liu Chenjiang at the same time.

This time, Liu Chenjiang finally fell into a hard fight.

In addition to being unable to walk in the air, two [fog warriors] whose strength was comparable to that of the 9-star war king launched a siege on Liu Chenjiang.

The battle was at a stalemate.

With the joining of the second batch of lost corpses, the defense line of the Junshui tribe finally collapsed.

A ranger pilot was directly bitten through the wrist by three zombies, and with a strong pull, half of his arm was torn off.

The ranger pilot wanted to speed up and get out, but with his combat instincts, the Zombie showed off his amazing jumping ability.

The six lost zombies jumped up at the same time, throwing the ranger pilot down.

There was a frenzied biting sound.

Gory and disgusting.

Kong Yan was wearing a pitch-black Great Qin Soldier Mecha, and swiped out with a slash of more than 50 tons of momentum. After briefly clearing the area of ​​the zombies, he turned his head and shouted:

"team leader!"

Liu Chenjiang turned around, resisted the joint attack of the two fog warriors with his back, and with a muffled grunt, rushed back to the side of the team.

With a rounded arm, the blade rolled up a white mist and slashed towards Kong Yan's side.

——Cut the waves!

Ding!

Gold and iron fight.

Two extremely compressed air waves passed by.

(End of this chapter)