Female president's iron-blooded soldier king

"What happened? Oh, my God, I've seen a ghost! You broke Tony's sternum with a kick and directly broke his heart? "

With a pop, James suddenly got a little shaky and accidentally fell into the sea.

"Sleeping trough! It's a monster. It's absolutely impossible, Rambo. Are you kidding? "

Rambo suddenly closed his eyes. NIMA was so ashamed that you were scared to lie down before you fought with others. But Rambo didn't say it, because he knew that the opportunity had been lost at the moment.

At the moment of facing the enemy, surrender your troops without fighting. At the moment, Xu Youbing uses this move. The boy was so clever that he directly killed Tony as soon as he came up, which shocked James too much. You know, among the three of them, only themselves are slightly better. Tony and James, in fact, have the same skills.

It is conceivable that only one kick broke Tony's heart, which was a great shock to James. At the moment, even if James didn't get scared to lie down, he was extremely afraid. Although they have lived and died countless times, the more they have experienced more occasions, the more afraid they are of death.

At the moment, they have lost their original courage. At the beginning, the newborn calf was not afraid of the domineering of the tiger. At the moment, they have achieved great success in Sam's country. Both identity and status are enough to make them go to the front line and continue to take risks.

"Why, when are you going to stand? "Yes or no?" Brother Bing's face was spotless, even with a trace of disdain. He saw that the so-called Rambo was the most powerful of the three.

"Offer karahadi, you will still be your prime minister, and even you can be the emperor!"

"Otherwise? Can you finish it all at once? I know, you still have conditions! "

"You are too arrogant, otherwise you will never beat me!"

"I think you should be arrogant!"

Hoo!

Brother Bing didn't hesitate to bully him and threw a punch.

"You are impatient and want to leave here, so you must lose!"

"Fart NIMA, I'm going to kill you!" A punch followed by a punch. The boxing style brought up the strength and beat Rambo to dodge left and right.

"You're worried, I'm not worried. There are tens of thousands of elite soldiers behind me. Even if you win me, can you win thousands of arrows? You will be riddled with bullets, or you will be directly killed by a * and there will be no place to die! "

Whoosh

Brother Bing sped up. He didn't want to talk and let the annoying guy talk to himself. This guy is very annoying. He looks very powerful. In fact, he is a naughty fool. It's a wonderful work to try to convince each other when fighting desperately.

"Well, it's my turn. You just hit 36 punches, much like the Kong Ming fist of Shaolin in China. Who did you learn from? "

"NIMA's, I want you to take care of it! Die! "

Whoosh, brother Bing took a hard breath and punched Rambo again.

What a pity!

Something strange happened.

Suddenly, Rambo's shadow disappeared,

He just disappeared out of thin air!

No one saw where Rambo was hiding, not even brother Bing.

"In the back!" Frank's scream suddenly came from the embedded headset.

Yes, in the back, a short distance away, Rambo was fleeting. He suddenly flashed behind Xu Youbing, then took out the soft sword around his waist and cleaved directly to brother Bing!

Brother Bing couldn't see his track, or even his moves.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind, accompanied by the fierce sword Qi, chopped down with a sword and cooled his shoulder. When Bing Gordon felt that the sleeve of his left arm had been cut off by Ling Feng.

Suddenly turned around, regardless of whether his left shoulder was injured, brother Bing hit Rambo with a fist again, and shouted loudly in his mouth!

"Up! Die! "

Call——

As if the surrounding air was frozen in an instant. It's like brother Bing's fist tore the air. With this punch, even the surrounding air was distorted by the searchlight. The sound of "up" reprimand was like a thunder like terror in the flat ground. Even the surging sea water around was lax at this moment, as if there were no signs of surging in an instant.

From far to near, a big fist suddenly came up to Rambo's face.

This fist is powerful. With brother Bing's unique skill of becoming famous, Shaolin Temple lion roar, it directly hits Lan Bo's face door like a hammer. If it hits, I'm afraid it can directly collapse Rambo's handsome face, and directly hit his nose into his face to make a bloody gourd.

But it happened that the punch was empty.

Although the roar directly shocked Rambo, the guy immediately turned his head and jumped back. Then the man jumped out of the sea like a spring, and at the same time, the soft sword in his hand came again.

"Good Kung Fu!"

"You killed newlettuce. You know, he also has good Kung Fu!"

"Oh! Are you here for new lettuce? "

"No, I'm here to carry out the order! New lettuce is just the leader of a killer organization I once pursued. "

"What do you say when you step on a horse?"

"You are so rude!"

Whoosh, another cut.

Brother Bing suddenly turned around. In an instant, he turned back and resolutely had a sharp blade with a faint blue light in his hand.

"Good knife!"

"Nonsense!"

"Fighting is also an art. I like to compete with opponents at the same level!" Rambo is very artistic. Although he has been talking, his moves are not slow.

He jumped left and right in the sea, and the soft sword in his hand was like a snake stabbing left and right, sometimes from top to bottom, sometimes from bottom to top. It seems that what he holds in his hand is not a sword, but a spiritual baton.

"Are you conducting the band? It's a pity that no one plays for you. There is no cello, no violin, no chord, no soundtrack! " Brother Bing opened Rambo's soft sword with a knife and couldn't help commenting on his sword skill again.

"Oh, you know the rhythm!" Hiss, hiss. Rambo suddenly accelerated the speed of the soft sword in his hand. Then the soft sword itself made a sound like a dragon's chant. After listening carefully, it was like playing.

Sure enough, it's like a band playing. At the moment, the soft sword seemed to suddenly change into a baton in the conductor's hand, flying up and down like a dragon singing and a phoenix dancing.

Brother Bing was in a trance for a moment. He seemed to be in a concert hall with infinite blue light around him. The luxurious and huge concert hall is resplendent. Here, Rambo really became a conductor. The baton in his hand was waving up and down, and brother Bing swayed left and right with his baton, followed the chord and beat.

Hiss——

The sharp weapon suddenly cut the skirt!

Brother Bing couldn't help shivering!

Nima, got it!