Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 157 Out-of-print orphan, Seventh Grade Heart Ape

"Gong Qinghong, you want to change your family. Everyone has their own aspirations. I don't blame you."

Cao Cang glanced past the burly Wei Meng, and he didn't seem to care about the grinning 'Jiu Wan' in his eyes, nor did he care whether he was caught.

He fixed his eyes on the smiling Gong Qinghong, and raised his finger to point to the terrifying head on the ground, "But Yaoji and Ertiao didn't block your way, why did you attack them?"

"Those who achieve great things don't stick to small details."

The smile on Gong Qinghong's face disappeared, and he said in a flat tone: "Do you still need me to teach you this simple truth?"

"Superficial? Your vertical and horizontal sequences are still as thick-skinned as ever."

Cao Cang smiled coldly, then looked at Wei Meng, "Do you dare to accept this kind of person?"

"What dare not?"

Wei Meng's extremely rough face was full of disdain.

"In this world, the strong are respected, only the skills are inferior to others, and the weak are preyed on by the strong. Where can there be so much love and righteousness between so many fuckers, and they are not indebted to each other?"

The brawny man sneered, "Yao Jiang, that girl's mind is as small as the tip of a needle. It will be a matter of time before the subordinates want to change their families."

"Small-minded? It just so happens that I'm not big-minded."

Cao Cang's lips were drawn into a line, and his right hand was raised up to shoulder height.

The bare palm was not covered with bionic flesh and blood, and the slender fingers that flowed with cold light gradually opened, and a mechanism slid open in the palm, and spit out an iron rod that was as long as an arm.

"Originally, I didn't like to talk so much nonsense, but I used to fight too many times when I didn't agree with each other, and killed many innocent people. So I want to suppress the murderous heart, Jiang Xinyuan, Fu Yima .”

While speaking, the iron rod quickly transformed and extended in Cao Cang's hand, and amidst a clanging sound, it expanded into a six-foot long iron rod.

The long stick pointed forward, aiming at Weimon who was full of terrifying momentum.

"But if I don't kill you today, I'm afraid I will be even more upset."

"It really is the out-of-print seventh-grade mechanical heart 'Heart Ape'."

Wei Meng's tiger eyes suddenly brightened, and undisguised greed flowed in them.

He turned his wrist lightly, and the extremely vicious mace seemed to be as light as nothing in his hand.

Amidst the howling wind, there is a cold light!

"Cao Cang, you have such a good thing in your stomach, yet you haven't been promoted to Bingqi, what a waste! Since you can't afford it, then don't waste everything, I will help you find another master today!"

"So you want my mechanical heart?"

Cao Cang's face was calm, but a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes, "Then what's the point?"

Wei Meng let out a sinister laugh, his figure suddenly jumped up, and he ran with his stick.

His body, as burly as a giant bear, seemed extremely heavy, and every step he took made a deep hole in the soft ground where the fallen leaves were piled up.But this didn't affect his speed at all, and he was culled in front of Cao Cang in the blink of an eye.

The head of the club covered with spikes smashed down, with the power and power like a mountain collapse, piercing the air, and exploding thunder on the ground!

"Weak, too weak."

Cao Cang, who was standing under the mace, shook his head slowly, but he only held the stick with one hand, pointing lightly upwards.

clang!
There was a loud bang when the sticks collided.

Zhao Qingxia, who was leaning against the tree, only felt the eardrums of both ears being torn, and there were bursts of severe pain.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. Although they were both Xu Ba, the strength of the two soldiers in front of him in close combat was obviously much stronger than his own.

But against an ordinary little character, he still had to rely on the Mo family to protect the lord.

Could it be that the mimetic martial arts that I have devoted myself to study is really a dead end?

Just when Zhao Qingxia was in a trance, the deadlocked sticks had already been divided.

It turned out that the even more vicious mace was swung away with one stick!

However, Wei Meng seemed to have expected this result a long time ago. With a low growl, he turned his left foot backwards, supported by his immobile right foot, and turned around along the thrown mace. With a carbine action, he nailed the weapon to Cao Cang's face.

The strong wind hit his face, but it didn't blow a wave on Cao Cang's face.

Facing 'Jiu Wan' Wei Meng who had the same 'card face' in the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Meeting, he still had no intention of holding sticks with both hands, calmly pressing in front of the sticks, and easily blocked the mace that was coming straight at him.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The sound of mechanical deformation suddenly sounded from the top of the mace, and a fist-sized, dark and cold hole appeared in front of Cao Cang.

In the next second, the fire suddenly appeared!

boom!
The orange-red flames engulfed Cao Cang's figure, and the turbulent heat wave formed a fan-shaped spray surface with a diameter of one foot behind him.

Weimon, who succeeded in one blow, did not stop attacking, but kept firing at the looming figure in the flames.

boom!boom!boom!
Thick orange-yellow bullet casings flew out from the end of the mace, and fell to the ground wrapped in white smoke.

The mace in his hand is not only a terrifying melee weapon, but also a powerful handheld cannon!
The flames were dazzling and roaring, the smoke of gunpowder covered the fragrance of grass, and the waves of flames drove away the night wind.

Until all the ammunition loaded in the rod was poured out, Wei Meng's face still did not show a trace of relaxation, but became inexplicably dignified.

Because he could see clearly, the figure wrapped in the flames still did not fall down.

"something wrong."

The thought was about to arise, and Weimon jumped back suddenly.

At this moment, the rising flames suddenly broke through it, and a figure as agile as an ape crashed out of it, holding sticks in both hands and fell from the sky, just hitting the place where Wei Meng had just landed!
boom!
The grass was surging, and a terrifying deep pit appeared on the ground.

Wei Meng, who had escaped, had not had time to calm down the lingering fear in his heart, and the long iron stick was swept in front of him again.The sparks stained on the stick illuminated his livid face flickeringly.

Wei Meng clenched his teeth, raised the knife with both hands, barely blocked Cao Cang's sweeping stick, and was about to pull back.

Unfortunately, before the soles of his feet left the ground, he was pushed back to the ground by a huge force.

Cao Cang, who had fired a real fire, set off a wave of stick shadows, constantly slapping towards Wei Meng.

For the warriors, the level of strength is never judged by the size of the body, but by the mechanical heart in the chest.

Cao Cang, who was no taller than Wei Meng's shoulders, was completely crushed by his strength.

hum.
The humming sound in Wei Meng's chest was high-pitched, and the mechanical heart was running at a very high power, but the force pumped out still couldn't stop the iron rod in front of him from pressing closer.

Click!

The mace snapped at the sound, and the wrought-iron stick smashed on Weimon's shoulder, sending him flying, smashing a big tree as thick as a man's arms.

Cao Cang's shoulders moved slightly, shaking off the broken clothes and skin on his body, revealing a scorched black and straight body.

call!
When the iron rod fell to the ground, he looked sideways at Gong Qinghong, who was standing with his hands tied, and said indifferently, "It seems that I, the protagonist, won today's scene?"

(End of this chapter)