Chapter 1981

With these words, Zhao lie pursed his lips. Without saying a word of nonsense, he thrust the cleaved machete into the ground. He slowly took off his armor and fur, which was full of spikes, and put it on the handle of the machete, revealing his strong muscles.

His body shape is like a bear, a combination of tiger and cheetah. His shoulders are as broad as a bear, his chest is as thick as a tiger, and his waist is as flexible as a cheetah. He presents a perfect inverted triangle. When he doesn't move, he has explosive power.

In his whole chest, there is a vivid red Falcon flying with wings, which extends all the way to the biceps of his arms.

Do a few warm-up actions at will, and the bloody wings will fly up and down. It's really like a blood eagle, whistling out of his body, tearing all the prey!

With no expression on his face, Zhao lie slowly flattened his right arm and made a gesture of "please" to Gu Zhengyang.

Behind him, Zhao Chong and the "iron blooded Youth League" yelled and yelled, and many villagers started the chariots, which were inlaid with steel plates, end to end, and formed a big circle with a diameter of more than 20 meters around them.

This is where they fight.

The most benevolent and "peaceful" way is to resolve differences one-on-one by force in front of the public.

At this point, Gu Zhengyang had nothing to say. He asked Han te and Liuli to tell them. He waved them out of the iron ring of the chariot and tore off their armor and battle clothes.

He didn't have a tattoo on his body, but at the moment of tearing his battle suit, his skin, which was originally sallow due to serious illness, bloomed a metallic bronze color.

The thin body may not be as powerful as Zhao lie looks, but the crisscross and shocking hundreds of scars are more powerful medals than tattoos.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ancient Zhengyang * coughed lightly, and many ugly scars were constantly wriggling, like a cluster of insects gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Seeing his scarred body, thinking of his past contribution to Taiping City Village, many villagers sigh about how to develop a small village with only a few hundred people struggling on the line of life and death to the scale of thousands of people today.

Even the villagers who were more inclined to Zhao lie lowered their heads in shame. They did not know whether they should support Gu Zhengyang or Zhao lie.

Even Zhao lie's eyes fluctuated when Gu Zhengyang exposed so many scars.

But the wave was soon frozen by the more ruthless light.

"Shua!"

Zhao lie took out a sealed metal can from the leather bag tied on his thigh and threw it at Gu Zhengyang: "village head, don't say I bully you. You are seriously ill. This is the latest prescription of battlefield stimulant. It has the effect of instantly suppressing injuries and improving nerve sensitivity. It just fell from the sky last night. Do you want to try it?"

Gu Zhengyang held the metal can in his palm and weighed it. Then he gently threw it back to Zhao lie. Suddenly, his eyebrows stood up and he drank: "no

Before his words were heard, the thin man, who was still ill just now, suddenly turned into King Kong with angry eyes, "Deng Deng Deng Deng". He took four steps in a row, almost three or five meters in each step. He stamped deep footprints on the ground and rushed towards Zhao lie.

With each step, the metallic luster on his body was even stronger. When Zhao lie was in front of him, he was as cast in iron as bronze.

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

"Well come!"

Zhao lie also opened his eyes and gave a strange cry. Instead of catching the metal can thrown back by Gu Zhengyang, he swung his foot and kicked it back at his opponent.

When the jar was still in mid air, it couldn't bear the power that he blasted into it. It kept expanding and exploding!

"Bang!"

Battlefield doping and metal can fragments, such as tiannu scattered flowers, like wind and rain, head on to Gu Zhengyang!

Rao is Gu Zhengyang. No matter how strong and tough he is, he can't help being obscured by liquid and metal fragments everywhere, which disturbs the rhythm.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao lie breathed quickly and let out a roar like a steam engine.

When inhaled, the whole lower abdomen was deeply depressed, only separated from the back spine by a layer of skin, but the chest was high and high, like hundreds of bombs exploded inside.

On the contrary, when exhaling, the abdomen is as round as a drum, but the chest collapses strangely, and the ribs are well-defined.

This deep breathing, repeated three times per second, blink of an eye, chest blood eagle tattoo red awn all over the body.

In particular, his right arm expanded one round and extended half a foot, five fingers became longer, and the joints and fingertips were covered with glittering bone spurs!

"Boom!"

They both shot and dodged at the same time.

A ghost claw with the size of Castanopsis fargesii appeared out of thin air and flew past Gu Zhengyang's shoulder. He took three pieces of bloody shredded meat from his hard shoulder and burned it deeply on the ground behind him. Unexpectedly, he caught a pit as deep as half a foot and more than two meters, which was almost like the footprints of a dinosaur.

A ball of glittering gold and purple lightning also came out of Gu Zhengyang's fist face. It narrowly swept over Zhao lie's left rib and hit an armored chariot behind him, making a deafening roar.

Clearly, three or five meters apart, the armored chariot overlapped the doors of three layers of steel plates, and it was deeply sunken. It was as if it had been severely bombarded by the siege hammer. With a sharp noise, the whole chariot moved five or six meters, and raised dust all over the sky!

All the villagers were deeply shocked by Gu Zhengyang and Zhao lie's amazing moves, and they even forgot to shout for a moment.

Even Li Yao was secretly frightened. He was deeply impressed by the strange and fierce skills in the evil land.

The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao lie is naturally far less than that of his super first-class power.

However, their squeezing efficiency of life and spirit has reached an unprecedented level.

To put it simply and roughly, if Li Yao has 100 points of life and spirit, he can play 105 points of combat effectiveness.

They may have 20 points of life and spirit, but they can stimulate 30 points of fighting power under the stimulation of various extreme skills and deadly powers!

The cultivators who created these skills and supernatural powers, and even the whole land of evil, are all heinous hybrids, but they are indeed evil geniuses!

Li Yao quietly perceives the power operation methods of the two evil earth masters, learns the essence, and is ready to integrate into his own power operation model.

"Yaolao..."

Hunt pulled Lee's mechanical arm with some worry.

"Don't worry, look again."

Li Yao used the yuan Shen concussion to input information into the deep brain of Han te, "your master still has the power of the first World War."

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

All over the sky, we can only see a red and a golden streamer, and hear the deafening sound, such as the collapse of a high-rise building. Even if everyone craned their necks, we can't see the fighting process.

Soon after that, a huge bloody ghost claw was found in the dust. People thought it was Zhao lie's attack. But this bloody ghost claw seemed to have its own will. It grabbed an armored chariot as a guardrail, tore off a steel plate from it, and hit it heavily in the dust!

Only listen to Gu Zhengyang a dull hum, bronze streamer moment dim, dust, are blood!

"Ah

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

"Good!"

The villagers who supported Zhao lie couldn't help cheering loudly.

Li Yao was the only one who was sure: "the victory has been decided. The village head has won!"

"What --"

Han te and Liu Li were just about to speak. Suddenly, a strange cry came from the dust. The bloody claws disappeared without a trace. On the contrary, a fist with hundreds of electric arcs rushed out and lifted an armored chariot out. It took more than ten turns in mid air before it landed heavily and smashed into a scrap iron!

In the dust, there was no sound except heavy breathing.

The dust gradually settled.

Everyone held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and looked into the dust.

The first one exposed from the dust is Gu Zhengyang.

His whole body was dripping with blood, and there was almost no good meat, especially the six blood marks crisscross his chest, which almost showed his white bones.

His right arm was black and wrinkled, like a withered vine, hanging powerlessly on his shoulder, shaking and shaking, looking very embarrassed.

And opposite him

Zhao lie's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open to the limit, and red smoke came out. The chest of the blood eagle was deeply sunken, which could not return to normal for a long time. There were countless pieces of metal around him, all of which were "bullets" after the steel plate was broken.

Gu Zhengyang tore the steel plate with his fist, shot it out like fragments of bullets, and inserted it deeply into Zhao lie's body. Zhao lie couldn't support it any more. He knelt down on one knee in front of Gu Zhengyang, and his hands trembled to support him. The red smoke from his mouth gradually condensed into thick blood.

He struggled several times and couldn't get up. Kneeling on one knee was the limit.

He didn't seem to think that he would lose at all. His eyes were full of incredible and painful light. After breathing for a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "your strength... Has recovered?"

Gu Zhengyang is silent for a moment, way: "you want to heal immediately."

Zhao lie grinned bitterly. He used his hands and knees together. He climbed two steps to the sword he had inserted into the ground at the beginning. He pulled it out and threw it at Gu Zhengyang. With a "clang", he fell at Gu Zhengyang's feet: "I lost. Come on."

"Daddy

Zhao Chong was shocked. The "iron Youth League" and the young villagers who supported Zhao lie were pale and at a loss.