40,000 Years of Cultivation

After saying this, Zhao Lie pressed his lips tightly. Without talking any more nonsense, he thrust the broken-blade machete into the ground fiercely, and then covered himself with spiked armor and even leather clothes slowly. The ground took off 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 broad as a bear, his chest is as thick as a tiger, and his waist is as flexible as a cheetah. It presents a perfect inverted triangle, which flows faintly when he is motionless. With explosive power.

On his entire chest, there is a vivid red falcon with wings spread out, and the wings extend all the way to the biceps of both arms.

Do a few warm-up actions at will, and the blood-colored wings will fly up and down, really like a blood eagle, whizzing out from his body, tearing all the prey!

Zhao Lie was expressionless, and slowly stretched out his right arm, and made a gesture of "please" to Gu Zhengyang.

Behind him, Zhao Chong and the "Iron-Blooded Youth Group" yelled, and many villagers mobilized the chariot studded with steel plates, connected end to end, and surrounded the two of them into a large size of more than 20 meters in diameter. ring.

This is their battlefield.

Above the evil soil, the strong is respected. This kind of one-to-one resolution of differences with force under the eyes of the public is already the most benevolent and "peaceful" way.

At this point, Gu Zhengyang had nothing to say. He called Han Te and Liuli to give them a few words, then waved them out of the chariot ring, and tore away the armor and battle clothes on his body.

He didn't have a tattoo on his body, but at the moment he tore his suit, a piece of sallow skin from a serious illness showed a metallic bronze color.

The thin figure may not be as powerful as Zhao Lie looks, but the criss-cross and shocking hundreds of scars are a medal that is a hundred times more powerful than a tattoo.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough cough cough!"

Gu Zhengyang coughed lightly, and many ugly scars continued to squirm, like clusters of worms gnawing his flesh and blood.

Seeing his scarred body, I thought of his contributions to the Taiping Walled City in the past. How to develop a small village with only a few hundred people and struggling on the line of life and death to the scale of thousands of people today, so prosperous. Many villagers sighed.

Even the villagers who were more inclined to Zhao Lie lowered their heads in shame at this time, wondering whether they should support Gu Zhengyang or Zhao Lie.

Even Zhao Lie himself, when Gu Zhengyang exposed so many scars, his eyes fluctuated a little.

But this fluctuation was quickly frozen by a more ruthless light.

"Huh!"

Zhao Lie took out a sealed metal can from the skin bag tied to his thigh, and threw it towards Gu Zhengyang: "The village chief, don't say I bully you seriously ill. This is the latest battlefield stimulant. There is a moment. The effect of suppressing injuries and enhancing nerve acuity was just dropped from the sky last night. Would you like to try?"

Gu Zhengyang held the metal can in his palm and weighed it, and then gently threw it back at Zhao Lie. Suddenly his eyebrows were erected and he shouted, "No need!"

Before he could finish his words, this thin and ill man suddenly turned into a furious King Kong, "chuckchchchch", four steps in a row, each step almost three to five meters away, stomping deep footprints on the ground, towards Zhao Lie Pounced over.

Every time he took a step, the metallic luster on his body became stronger. When he was in front of Zhao Lie, his whole body was already cast in copper.

Especially his right arm, in addition to the metallic luster, there is a crystal clear feeling, as if it is polished by diamonds!

"Good job!"

Zhao Lie also opened his eyes wide and made a strange cry. Instead of catching the metal can that Gu Zhengyang threw back, he shook his foot and kicked the metal can back towards his opponent.

When the jar was still in the air, it couldn't bear the psychic energy he blasted into it, and it continued to expand and exploded fiercely!

"boom!"

The stimulants on the battlefield and the fragments of metal cans, like a goddess scattered flowers, resembled gusts of wind and rain, smashed into Gu Zhengyang!

Rao is Gu Zhengyang, no matter how reinforced his iron bones are, he will inevitably be obscured by the liquid and metal fragments all over the sky, disrupting the rhythm.

Zhao Lie took this opportunity to breathe quickly and whistle like a steam engine.

When inhaling, the entire lower abdomen is deeply sunken, and only a layer of skin is separated from the back spine, but the chest is high and bulging, as if there are hundreds of bombs exploding in it.

When exhaling, on the contrary, the abdomen is round as a drum, but the chest collapses strangely, and the ribs are distinct.

This deep breath is repeated three times a second, blinking, and the red glow of the blood eagle tattoo on his chest is all over the body.

Especially his right arm, swelled one round than just now, extended by half a foot, five fingers "kaka" became longer, and the joints and fingertips had gleaming bone spurs!

"boom!"

The two shot almost at the same time and dodged at the same time.

A large ghost claw appeared out of thin air, wiping Gu Zhengyang's shoulder and flying over, taking three **** fleshy pieces from his hard as iron shoulders, deeply burnt them on the ground behind him, and even grabbed them. There was a sinkhole that was half a foot deep and more than two meters long, just like the footprints of a dinosaur.

A group of glittering gold, purple electricity lingering fist wind also threw from the face of Gu Zhengyang's fist, and passed Zhao Lie's left ribs dangerously and dangerously, and blasted onto an armored chariot behind him with a deafening roar. .

Obviously there is a distance of three to five meters. This armored tank has three layers of steel plates overlapping the door, and it is deeply dented, as if it was hit by a siege hammer. With a harsh noise, the whole tank They all moved five or six meters horizontally, creating dust in the sky!

All the villagers were deeply shocked by Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie's amazing shots, and for a while they forgot to shout.

Even Li Yao was secretly shocked, feeling sincerely admired for the weird and fierce techniques on the evil soil.

The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie is naturally far inferior to him, a super-class powerhouse of the transformation of gods.

However, their squeezing efficiency on life and spirits has reached an incomparable degree.

To be simple and rude, if Li Yao has 100 points of life and soul, he can display 105 points of combat effectiveness.

Then they may have 20 points of life and spirits, but under the urging of various extreme techniques and deadly magical powers, they can stimulate 30 points of combat effectiveness!

The immortal cultivators who created these techniques and supernatural powers, and even the whole piece of evil soil, are all evil hybrids, but they are indeed-evil geniuses!

Li Yao remained silent, perceiving the psychic operation method of the two evil masters, learning the essence of it, and preparing to integrate into his own psychic operation model.

"Old Yao..."

Hante pulled Li Yao's robotic arm with some worry.

"Don't worry, look again."

Li Yao shook his soul and entered information into the depths of Hante's brain, "Your master still has the power to fight."

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

As the dust flies in the sky, only a red and a golden stream can be seen faintly, and a deafening sound like the collapse of a tall building can be heard. Even if everyone cranes their necks, they can't see the process of fighting between the two.

When it was said that it was too late, there was a huge scarlet ghost claw in the sand. Everyone thought it was Zhao Lie’s attack and failed again. Who knew that this scarlet ghost claw seemed to have his own will. Grabbing an armored chariot serving as a guardrail, "click" tore off a steel plate from above, and smashed it heavily into the dust!

Just listening to Gu Zhengyang's muffled hum, the bronze streamer dimmed instantly, and in the sand, there were blood shadows!

"what!"

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

"it is good!"

The villagers who supported Zhao Lie inevitably cheered loudly.

Only Li Yao said affirmatively: "The outcome has been determined, and the village chief has won!"

"What—"

Hante and Liuli were slightly startled as they were about to speak. A heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the dust. The **** claws disappeared without a trace. Instead, hundreds of arcs condensed together. His fists rushed out and threw an armored chariot into the air. It took more than a dozen times in mid-air before it landed heavily, smashing it into a ball of scrap iron!

In the sand and dust, except for a heavy gasp, there was no sound.

The dust gradually settled.

Everyone held their breath, stared wide-eyed, and looked into the dust.

The first thing that was exposed from the sand was Gu Zhengyang.

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

His right arm was black and wrinkled, like a withered vine, hanging weakly on his shoulders and shaking, looking extremely embarrassed.

And across from him...

Zhao Lie's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened to the limit, a wisp of red smoke came out, and the blood eagle tattooed his chest was deeply sunken, and he couldn't return to normal for a long time. There were countless metal fragments in his body, all of which were broken after the steel plate broke. Made the "bullet".

Gu Zhengyang used a fist to tear the steel plate apart and shot it out like bullet fragments, deeply inserted into Zhao Lie's body. Zhao Lie couldn't hold it anymore. He knelt on one knee in front of Gu Zhengyang, supporting with trembling hands. The red smoke coming out of his mouth gradually condensed into sticky blood.

He struggled a few times to stand up but couldn't do it. Kneeling on one knee was already the limit.

He didn't seem to think that he would lose at all. His eyes were filled with incredible and painful light. After adjusting his breath for a long time, he trembled: "Your strength...recovered?"

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

Zhao Lie grinned and smiled miserably. Using his hands and knees together, he crawled for two steps, climbed up to the sword that he first inserted into the ground, slammed the sword out, and threw it towards Gu Zhengyang. At the feet of Gu Zhengyang: "I lost, come on."

"father!"

Zhao Chong was shocked. The "Iron-Blooded Youth Corps" and those young and energetic villagers who supported Zhao Lie were also pale and at a loss.