Once again, the weapons of the two men are intertwined without any suspense. The roar of steel rises again, and people's scalp tingles.
Chen Feng was engrossed in watching the fight between the two men and threw all the noise out of his head. This was a precious opportunity to learn combat experience. He did not allow himself to be disturbed by other factors.
In the end, it was night 7's strength and skill. The officer just relied on the first breath to hard top. In the stalemate stage, his arms trembled, and the machete moved back and was defeated.
The officer took the side of the machete and cut it down to Yeqi along the handle of the spear. Since he could not win in strength, he would change his mind.
Yeqi was prepared when the officer changed his tactics, or he had been waiting for his opponent to change his mind. He stabbed at the edge of his spear and swung his machete out, which could not pose a threat to him.
The officer still wanted to draw the machete back and attack again. However, night seven did not give him any chance to launch a stormy attack. The gun and gun did not leave his forehead, as if he had formed a feud with his bald head.
The officer passively fell into a defensive situation. Yeqi's long spears were all attacking his forehead, but there were many false moves. Many times, when he swung away, he didn't get the expected weapon contact. Yeqi easily changed the direction and continued to attack.
The use of such a heavy giant spear can also make delicate control, the officers more and more admire Yeqi, but now the two are still fighting, can not allow him to praise his opponent.
As the battle time went on, the gap between the two weapons gradually revealed. Although the chopper on the officer's hand was not ordinary, it was still unable to catch the huge spear. Under the continuous collision, there were many gaps in the blade, all of which were knocked out by the long gun. On the contrary, there was no change in the spear in Yeqi's hand, except for some traces of collision scar.
The officer's arms felt numb after repeated impacts, and he realized that he could not hold on for too long. He began to be eager to find a chance to end the competition.
The officer's mind was seen through at night, and he also had the same meaning. The two men had a long time to fight, and he had some experience in the use of giant spears. It was almost time to end.
After selling another flaw, ye Qi stabbed the officer's head with his spear in his hand, just like the fighting posture before. After so many rounds of fighting, he could still make the same attack. The officer thought highly of him.
However, this also gave the officer an opportunity. After receiving several attacks in the night, he had measures to deal with this kind of head piercing attack. When would he wait until he did not launch a counterattack?
The officer passes the machete and cuts the barrel behind the tip of the gun. His left hand changes fist to palm and hits the gun head again. The long shot is far away from him. Then his right hand clenches the handle of the knife and turns. The target points to Yeqi's hands holding the gun, and wants him to give up his weapon.
And all this is in the night seven plan, his original intention is to let the opponent mistakenly think that there is a chance to counterattack, this attack did not use too much strength, so it was easily opened by the officers.
The left hand retreated to the lower part of the right hand, and Yeqi tried his best to make the deviated spear return to its original route. This kind of grip completely required exerting force at the end of the spear, which cost more than twice as much force as usual.
The officer found that he had been trapped in a few seconds after he changed hands at night. If he continued, he would be hit in the chest and head by the long gun that had been attacked again before he forced Yeqi to release his weapon.
The officer had no choice but to give up his plan to attack Yeqi. He changed the attack route of the machete, met the spear with the back of the knife, and barely blocked the blow. His arm was like being shocked, and the machete almost came out of his hand. In a hurry, he could not do better.
Yeqi won the power without mercy. He pushed his opponent back and forth with great strength, and then took back the long gun. When the opponent was not able to move, he waved his long gun to imitate his opponent's action of splitting Huashan Mountain and smashed it to his head.
The officer's life was on the verge of death, and he did his best to hold up the machete for defense. His left hand was on the back of the knife, and his two hands tried to resist the huge spear coming from above.
With a majestic crashing sound, the sound is so huge that it may be heard by half of the base. The machete in the officer's hand spirals out and plunges into the ground of the base. The officer kneels on one knee and the tiger's mouth bleeds blood.
Night seven is a steady grasp of the long gun stopped three centimeters above his forehead, in the fight against the weapon, he immediately control the long gun, laid the winning game did not continue to wave down to hurt the opponent.
"It's really good. I took it. I'm worthy of being the famous" gun king of Nandi ". I'm convinced that I lost." The officer simply admitted that he had failed. His hands were still shaking. Even if he could get his machete back from the ground, he could not continue to insist on the competition.
Night seven take back the giant spear, gently erect on the ground: "flatter, if not for the sake of weapons, I can not easily win you."
The officer was ungrateful, and the soldier's iron and blood made him say, "no, I can't hold this weapon, but you can do it. I don't have any excuse from this point."
Night seven stretched out his hand to help the officer, for the officer who could contend with him for a long time, he had a little pity: "to make such a situation is that I did not control well, do you want to treat it?""Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!" Sergeant Joey came over with his hands full and watched the competition. After watching the competition, he had a clearer understanding of Yeqi's strength: "the gun king of Nandi deserves its reputation. It's really eye opening for us."
"You two take him to the infirmary and bandage him up." Sergeant Joey pointed to the two guards around him and ordered them to take the martial arts officer to have a rest.
The officer bowed to sergeant Joyce and Yeqi: "Sir, I'll leave first." He left with the two guards.
Yeqi went to the chopper again and pulled it out of the ground. Chen Feng saw that the huge machete was full of gaps. It was obviously damaged and could not be used again.
Yeqi gently stroked the gap on the machete, which was produced by collision with his spear: "officer Joyce, give me this machete, so that I can remember what happened today when I see it later."
Sergeant Joey was so ambitious today that he didn't refuse any request: "this knife is damaged like this. It's useless for us to hold it. Take it if you want."
"Thank you very much." Yeqi fixed the spear and machete on his refitted plane, and then called Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong to get off the plane: "you two come down, there is no need to stay in the mecha all the time."
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