Humans are super gods, sons of devils!

Chapter 172

"Bang!"

Ling Ye's face door was punched, because he couldn't dodge it? No, it was he who was too lazy to hide.

The strength of such a punch is not his bragging, and if you let the tyrant hammer for three days and three nights, he may not break the skin ~.

As for the experience of being beaten, it is summed up in one sentence.

Weak strength, no meal?

"Cut, you don't have the strength to hit people, are you embarrassed to say that you are a biochemical weapon?"

Ling Ye directly disdained to pout, and he casually broke off the tyrant's hand on his neck.

Everyone in the live broadcast room gasped.

[Lying groove, the anchor seems to look like a little white face, I didn't expect to be so arrogant! ] There is no strength to beat people, is this mocking this monster? 6666！ 】

[Awesome anchor! ] This special casually broke off the hands of this monster, is this really not making a movie? 】

[Oh, the strength is weak, is the meal or not? 】

[Ah, ah, my husband is so handsome, I want to give him a baby!!!! 】

[Beauty upstairs, please pay attention to reserve, there is still a large group of buddies lining up! ] 】

[There is a saying, pure passers-by, the anchor is nothing remarkable! ] Isn't it just a punch! I can go up, and I promise not to say a word if I am punched! 】

[Upstairs is right, if you are punched in the head, you won't say a word, maybe people will have to kneel on the ground and beg you not to die! ] 】

[Although I am a man, I suddenly like the anchor! ] 】

[Upstairs Ki Guy Roll Ah (ノ'Д) ノ The anchor is my husband! ] 】

The tyrant felt his wrist being forcibly broken, and he was still expressionless at this time, but he was constantly increasing his strength to try to regain control of the spirit night.

Feeling the tyrant's continuous strengthening, Ling Ye shook his head helplessly, thinking that how strong this thing was, and the strength felt average.

The speed and strength of this punch feel not as good as the pursuer.

"Duh!"

Ling Ye suddenly exerted his strength and directly broke one of the tyrant's arms, and the next second, the AA12 in his hand turned into a baseball bat and slammed into the latter's head.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound sounded, as if an iron rod had been struck on a steel pipe.

[Hiss... It sounds so painful. 】

[I feel like I've been hit in the brain, I'm there. 】

[Does it sound good?] A good sound is a good head. 】

The barrage in the live broadcast room brushed up again, and from time to time, local tycoons began to frantically brush props such as rocket cruise ships.

For a time, the popularity of Lingye's live broadcast room began to explode again.

At this time, the number of live broadcasters has exceeded about 300,000, and it is still soaring at a rate of 10,000 per minute.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it goes up or not, Ling Ye doesn't care, he just wants to post what happens here for fun on the Internet.

As for how much chaos will be made and whether it will cause all kinds of vacillation on the side of the US imperialist side to tear up the war, there is one thing to say, he does not care very much.

The tyrant's brain door was struck hard, and the overall weight of AA12 was extremely objective, and this smash directly dented the tyrant's brain door into a small piece.

Of course, as a price, the butt also has a lot of damage, but fortunately, it does not affect normal use.

After smashing, Ling Ye kicked straight!

Rumble!

The tyrant's body was kicked directly into the room behind him like a cannonball.

The sturdy wall was instantly knocked down, and the scene looked much more enjoyable than the special effects.

The smoke was thick, and through the smoke and dust, a large lump of the tyrant's chest was faintly visible.

This was obviously kicked out by himself just now, no matter how strong the tyrant is, he is only a carbon-based life form after all.

[My husband is so good!! 】

[I'll go... This streamer is not human, right? Kicked the monster into the wall, who is the monster? 】

[Shock, anchor, you won't also be a biochemical weapon, right? ] 】

[Don't say nonsense upstairs, the anchor is a national husband, and the person is a serious police consultant. ] 】

[Wait, that monster seems to be moving again!] 】

Whoops

The tyrant stood out of the ruins expressionlessly, not caring about the debris and residue on his body, his eyes fixed on Ling Ye.

Quack, quack, quack

A burst of sounds like metal bursting sounded one after another, and the sharp-eyed people in the live broadcast room had already seen it.

It was the leather coat worn by the tyrant, and the sound of metal buttons on it cracking one by one.

I saw the tyrant on the opposite side raise his head and roar, and the last button of his leather coat was also cracked!

Sting!

The leather coat on his body suddenly burst into rags, his muscles bulging rapidly and looking sickly and abnormal.

The five fingers that were no different from ordinary people also suddenly exploded into four sharp claws at this time, and the cold light that flashed up made people subconsciously want to swallow a mouthful of spit.

His forearms and hands also became extremely huge at this time, and they exploded more than twice.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

This is not the sound of footsteps, but the violent beating of the heart like a drum.

The tyrant at this time looked completely different from before, and now his black-red muscles bulged, and his four sharp claws flashed with Senhan's light.

The body size has also exploded about twice as large as before, the muscles all over the body are bulging, and the black and red blood vessels also look extremely eye-catching.

Of course, there was also the beating heart in the other party's chest, but the place was wrapped in bulging muscles, which looked extremely difficult to pierce.

"Oh God.... What the hell is this monster! "

Marven swallowed his saliva, and he looked a little incredulous at this time.

The sense of oppression given by this monster in front of him is too strong, and even if he is fully armed, he always feels very insecure.

Jill was okay, she had seen pursuers and lickers so wasn't completely shocked now.

In terms of simple styling, the tentacles of the pursuer look disgusting, but the shape of the tyrant is very oppressive.

[Groove! ] It's bursting! Yo my eyes, spicy eyes! 】

[Huh? Full of muscles, so astringent, I don't know what it feels like to be pouted by the other party. 】

[! ] Nantong upstairs harvests the taste! You see clearly whether it is good or not, there is nothing in the other party's lower body, how to pry you! 】

[Ah, don't you say I haven't noticed yet, his bottom is empty! ] 】

[Gan! The lower body suddenly cooled! I thought this was the R18 picture, but it turned out to be harmonious! 】

There was another commotion in the live broadcast room, and Ling Ye didn't care about this, he carefully looked at the tyrant after the second evolution.

"Wow, violent violence, I misread you, you don't even wear clothes!"

Ling Ye complained, this is different from the content of the 3D area, sure enough, those video authors are deceptive.

The other party has any chickens like mules, it is clear that they have no fertility troubles.

Now the clothes on the tyrant's body are now all torn into pieces.

The other party directly threw the cracked rag strip aside, and the muscular body looked very oppressive.

0 ask for flowers

The tyrant roared and rushed towards Ling Ye, his eight sharp claws flashing with a dark blue light.

"Be careful!"

Jill shouted, although he knew that Ling Ye was very powerful, but the current tyrant felt more than twice as strong no matter how he looked at it. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

In particular, the opponent's explosive movement speed was obviously increased by about two or three times, and she couldn't help but secretly worry about Ling Ye.

In any case, the relationship between the two people has finally reached the negative distance relationship of you have me, I have you, and Jill also helps each other test the gun with one hand.

"Don't worry, it's not a gentleman's job to worry a woman."

The two short knives before Ling Ye's sleeve slipped, his toes lightly touched the ground, and his figure roared out directly like a violent wind.

Sou!

Jill could only hear such a sound of breaking the air, and when she saw it clearly, only the two silver rays that Ling Ye waved his hand out.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing, two short knives colliding with claws, making a metallic clashing sound.

Ling Ye didn't use anything like magic, he simply used skills to fight the tyrant.

What is the meaning of meeting and hacking to death?

And so many people in the live broadcast room are watching, if you do some special effects again, it will definitely not be able to cover up the past.

He wants to have some fun for Umbrella and the US imperialist officials here, but he doesn't want to have fun for himself.

The attack was blocked, and the short knife flexibly flipped in his hand, changing it to a forehand, and the blade was slashed diagonally upwards towards the short knife in Ling Ye's hand.

The tyrant couldn't cope with it, and his chest was instantly cut out by a short knife held by Ling Ye.

The pain made him hiss, but the next moment the blood stain that was slashed out had been automatically healed by the powerful body.

The heavy people who watched this scene through the live broadcast suddenly gasped one by one, what kind of recovery speed is this against the sky?

Now no one says that this is a movie, this is really killing hand-to-hand combat.

The tyrant's claws struck towards Ling Ye's face, and the latter blocked the short knife in front of him and easily parried, and then this countershock force directly opened a short distance with the tyrant.

When the other party was just about to rush up again and tear Ling Ye apart with his claws, he was surprised to find that what remained in place was nothing more than an afterimage, and his claws directly pounced.

Marven looked stupid, is this the explosive power and speed that people can have?

He clearly saw that Ling Ye had appeared behind the tyrant, and the afterimage that remained in place just now was that the other party was too fast, so it looked like standing in place and being beaten.

"Hey, big guy, watch out behind you!"

When the tyrant heard this, he immediately turned his head, and in the next second, two elongated silver rays cut through his neck and the position of his heart.

There are no bells and whistles of magic effects, only pure knife skills.

The tyrant's neck was cut in half by a short knife, and although it looks terrifying, his recovery speed is not a joke with you.

However, despite this reasoning, the tyrant no longer had the opportunity to recover again at high speed with Ling Ye Diao.

His heart was pierced by a knife, and the musculature guarding the heart was like tissue paper easily penetrated by a short knife.

The tyrant glanced down at the pierced heart, his face still expressionless, but the angry roar told his unwillingness.

The other party swung his claws out again, only this time the claws only stayed in mid-air.

In the next second, the figure of the tyrant suddenly fell silent.