Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

After saying this, Zhao Lie smothered his lips and said no more nonsense. He smashed the machete with a blade to the ground, and he was studded with spiked armor and even leather. Take off the ground and put it on the handle of the machete, revealing a strong muscle.

His figure is like a bear, a combination of a tiger and a cheetah. His shoulders are as wide as a bear. His chest is as thick as a tiger. The waist is as flexible as a cheetah. It presents a perfect inverted triangle. When you are motionless, it is faint. There is an explosive force.

On his entire chest, there was a life-like, red-winged falcon with wings spread all the way to the biceps of his arms.

Feel free to do a few warm-up exercises, the **** wings will fly up and down, it is like a blood eagle, to scream out from his body, tearing all the prey!

Zhao Lie no expression, slowly flattening his right arm and making a "please" gesture to Gu Zhengyang.

Zhao Chong and the "Iron Blood Youth League" behind him yelled, and many villagers started the chariots with steel plates, connected end to end, and surrounded by a large diameter of more than 20 meters. ring.

This is their battlefield.

Above the earth, the strong are respected. Under such eyes, one-on-one, the way to resolve differences by force, is already the most benevolent and most "peaceful".

At this point, Gu Zhengyang has nothing to say. After calling Hante and Liuli, they waved them out of the chariot iron ring and tore open their armor and battle suits.

There was no tattoo on his body, but in the moment of tearing the battle suit, the skin of the sallow yellow, which was originally seriously ill, burst into a metallic bronze.

The thin figure may not be as prestige as Zhao Lie, but the criss-crossing and shocking hundreds of scars are more powerful than the tattoo.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Gu Zhengyang gently coughed, and many ugly scars continued to squirm, like a cluster of insects that licked his flesh and blood.

Seeing his scarred body, thinking about his contribution to Taiping City, how to develop a small village with only a few hundred people struggling in the life and death line to the scale of thousands today, so prosperous Many villagers have sighed.

Even the villagers who are more inclined to Zhao Lie also shyly bowed their heads at this time. I don’t know whether to support Gu Zhengyang or support Zhao Lie.

Even Zhao Lie himself, when Gu Zhengyang exposed so many scars, his eyes were somewhat fluctuating.

But this volatility was quickly frozen by the more ruthless radiance.

"Hey!"

Zhao Lie took out a sealed metal can from the skin bag tied to his thigh and threw it at the ancient Zhengyang: "Chairman, don't say I bully you seriously. This is the latest formula of battlefield stimulant, there is an instant. The effect of suppressing the injury and improving the nerve acuity is that it just fell from the sky last night. Do you want to try it?"

Gu Zhengyang smashed the metal cans in the palm of his hand and threw it back toward Zhao Lie. Suddenly his eyebrows were upside down and he screamed: "No!"

The voice has not fallen, this thin and savage man who was just sick, suddenly turned into a glaring Donkey, "噔噔噔噔", four steps in a row, each step is almost three or five meters away, stepping on the ground with deep footprints, Zhao Lie Pounced over.

Every time he took a step, the metallic luster on his body was even stronger. When Zhao Lie was in front of him, the whole person had been cast like a copper cast iron.

Especially his right arm, in addition to the metallic luster, has a crystal clear feeling, as if it is diamond honed!

"Good!"

Zhao Lie also screamed and screamed. He did not catch the metal cans that Gu Zhengyang threw back. Instead, he picked up his feet and kicked the metal cans back to his opponent.

When the jar is still in midair, it can't bear the psionic power that he slams into it, swells and smashes!

"boom!"

The battlefield stimulants and the fragments of the metal cans, such as the celestial flowers, are like squally showers, and the skulls cover the cerebral palsy to the ancient Zhengyang!

Rao is the ancient Zhengyang, how to reinforce the iron bones, and it is inevitable that the liquid and metal fragments in the sky will obscure the line of sight and disturb the rhythm.

Zhao Lie took this opportunity to rush to **** and send a steam engine-like scream.

When inhaling, the entire lower abdomen is deeply sunken, and the posterior iliac crest is separated by a layer of skin, but the chest is high and high, like hundreds of bombs popping inside.

When the suffocation is the opposite, the abdomen is as round as a drum, but the chest is collapsed in a strange way, and the roots of the ribs are distinct.

This deep sucking, repeated three times per second, blink of an eye, the red awns of the blood eagle tattoo on the chest are all over the body.

In particular, his right arm was extended by half a foot than the one that had just been inflated. The five fingers were “squatting” and the joints and fingertips all had a cold spur!

"boom!"

The two shot at the same time, and at the same time dodge.

A large ghost claw appeared out of thin air, rubbing the shoulders of ancient Zhengyang and flew over, taking away three **** shredded pork from his hard and iron shoulders, and deeply branding it on the ground behind him, actually caught A pit that is half a foot deep and two meters long is like a footprint of a dinosaur.

A group of golden sparkling, purple electric smashing fists from the ancient Zhengyang's fist face, dangerously and dangerously passed Zhao Lie's left rib, slammed into an armored chariot behind him, making a deafening roar .

Obviously separated by a distance of three or five meters, this armored chariot overlapped the door of the three-layer steel plate, and it was deeply sunken. It was like being hammered by a siege. With a harsh noise, the whole chariot They have been traversed by five or six meters, and they have set off the dust!

All the villagers were deeply shocked by the amazing shots of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie. They even forgot to scream for a moment.

Even Li Yao was secretly shocked and felt sincerely admired for the strange and fierce practice on the earth.

The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie is far less than the super-class power of his **** series.

But their crushing efficiency of life and spirit has reached an unparalleled level.

It’s simple and rude. If Li Yao has 100 points of life and spirit, he can play 105 points of combat power.

Then they may have 20 points of life and spirit, but under the urging of various extreme exercises and deadly powers, they can inspire 30 points of combat power!

The creation of these exercises and magical powers, and even the entire cultivator of the earth, are all miscellaneous hybrids, but they are indeed evil geniuses!

Li Yao is quiet and silently perceives the psionic function of the two masters of the earth, learns the essence of it, and prepares to integrate into his own psionic function model.

"Yao old..."

Hante was somewhat worried about pulling La Liyao's robotic arm.

"Don't worry, look again."

Li Yao used the Yuanshen to oscillate and input information into the depths of the Hante brain. "Your master still has the power of a battle."

Between the armored chariots, it has become a sea of ​​blood claws and fists.

Between the sky and the dust, only a red and a golden stream of light can be seen faintly, and the deafening sound is heard. For example, the loud noise of a tall building collapses, and everyone can stretch their necks and can't see the process of fighting between the two.

When I said that it was too late, in the dust, I found a huge **** ghost. Everyone thought that it was Zhao Lie’s attack that fell through again. Who knows that this **** ghost is like having his own will? Grab a railway armor that acts as a guardrail, tear off a piece of steel from the top, and smash it into the dust!

Just listen to the ancient Zhengyang snoring, the bronze stream of light is faint in the moment, sand and dust, are blood shadow!

"what!"

Hante, Liuli and the villagers who supported Gu Zhengyang all expressed horror.

"it is good!"

The villagers who support Zhao Lie will inevitably cheer loudly.

Only Li Yao is very sure: "The victory and defeat have been fixed, the village chief won!"

"What"

Hante and Liuli glimpsed a little, and they were eager to speak. There was a scream of tears in the dust. The **** claws disappeared without a trace, but a hundred arcs condensed together. The fists of Mang rushed out, and flew out an armored chariot, and turned a dozen or so laps in midair to become a group of scrap iron!

In addition to the heavy gasps, there is no more noise in the sand.

The dust gradually settled.

Everyone is holding on to sucking, wide-eyed, and looking into the dust.

First exposed to the dust is ancient Zhengyang.

He had blood on his body, and there was almost no half of the good meat, especially the six blood marks of the chest criss-cross, almost revealing the bones of white flowers.

His right arm was black and crumpled, like a withered vine, and he was hanging on his shoulders and swaying, looking like a wolf.

And opposite him...

Zhao Lie's eyes were round and his mouth opened to the limit. A red smog appeared, and the chest of the blood eagle was deeply sunken. It could not be restored to normal for a long time. There were also numerous metal fragments in the body. The "bullet" made.

Gu Zhengyang used a boxing front to tear the steel plate, and spurred it like a bullet. He was deeply inserted into Zhao Lie’s body. Zhao Lie could no longer support it. In front of Gu Zhengyang, he was kneeling on one knee and his hands were shaking and supporting. The red smoke coming out of the mouth gradually condensed into thick blood.

He struggled a few times and wanted to stand up and couldn't do it. One knee was already the limit.

He didn't seem to think that he would lose, his eyes filled with incredible and painful light, and he sighed for a long time before he trembled: "Your strength... has it recovered?"

Gu Zhengyang was silent for a moment and said: "You have to heal immediately."

Zhao Lie grinned and smiled so badly that his hands and knees were used together. He climbed two steps and climbed to the knife that he had first inserted into the ground. He took out the sword and threw it away at the ancient Zhengyang. At the foot of ancient Zhengyang: "I lost, come on."

"father!"

Zhao Chong was shocked. The "Iron-Blood Youth League" and the villagers who supported Zhao Lie and the young and vigorous people were also pale and overwhelmed. (To be continued...)