Throwback: Apocalyptic Survival Game

Chapter 27 The Big Man's Wailing!
Zhou Yaoyou knew Lin Jiupang's strength.

Within the same level, under normal circumstances, the strength is absolutely top-notch.

And Lian Xiong only relies on the mid-term strength of the basic fighters to maintain the balance of the battle.

Don't get stuck in invincibility.

Enough to see the metamorphosis of talented fighters.

"The Overlord of Confusion!"

Holding the mace in his hand, Lin Jiupang roared violently, with a terrified expression on his face, galloping forward with the momentum of explosion.

The younger brothers around stood in fear.

There was a trace of panic and astonishment, and it was over.

My boss is about to die!
After his death, whether he can survive is also unknown.

One stick makes all the difference!

Lian Xiong's face was embarrassed, feeling the momentum was strong, his face showed struggle, there was no way to retreat, and it was too late to find something to break it.

Leap back.

Chi!
fool!
Like a horned dragon's arm, clenched into a fist, they faced each other like a collapsing rock.

The huge force broke through the air and pushed it to the sides.

Fist wind ho ho ho.

bang.

Fists and soldiers intertwined, breaths collided, and the momentum swept around like a broken bamboo.

In this scene, the little brother behind Lian Xiong twitched, showing pain.

Meat fists colliding with a mace full of steel thorns?
It hurts to look at it.

How cruel!
My heart trembled.Gulong swallowed.

They almost forgot that they belonged to Lian Xiong's side, feeling sad.

Lin Jiupang's body shook, and he took a few steps back. Seeing Lian Xiong spurt out a mouthful of blood and hit the ground, he lowered his head and sighed, "Oh, mace, does it hurt? I guess you must be in pain."

He stroked the steel thorns of the mace with a distressed look.

"Forehead!"

How shameless, he obviously took advantage of it, and acted like a good boy when he got the advantage.

Your steel thorns that look like a chrysanthemum are tight, no matter how powerful they are, can they be stronger than your steel thorns?
Those boys looked at Lin Jiupang, their eyes turned green.

His eyes turned to Lian Xiong, with a distressed look on his face.

They wanted to go up and ask, "Master, does your hand hurt?"

Realizing the situation at this moment, he endured it.

The flesh and blood on Lian Xiong's face, which fell on the ground, twitched uncontrollably, the pain was unbearable, and the pain was excruciating.

"Where did the pervert come from?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the cruelty became stronger.

Suddenly he got up from the ground, and clapped his hands on the car in front of him.

bang.

The iron sheet of the car body was sunken in, leaving two palm prints.

It is obviously irrational to fight naked.

Lian Xiong knew that he only had two results now.

Either be killed or flee.

It's just such a fat man who is so powerful, what about the other two?
After running away, it is not too late to avenge today's revenge tomorrow.

His anger is real, but it does not mean that he has lost his mind.

Lin Jiupang looked calmly at the car that crashed sideways, put away his weapon, put his feet hard, leaned back sideways, his arms condensed, and the blood in his body was churning.

"Go away!"

Some strenuously shouted.

Mobilize the only strands of internal force in the body, turn over and push, and remove most of the force.

Only with internal strength can one be confident.

The internal force is condensed by the bloody tiger and wolf.

If it is only physical strength, the strength will shrink greatly.

How can Lian Xiong, who has only physical strength, be the opponent of Lin Jiupang, who is blessed with internal strength?
"Fatty man, today you humiliate me and hate me. The next time we meet, I will tear you apart with both hands." Lian Xiong knew he was invincible, turned around and fled.

The little brother behind was shocked, so he ran away?

you escaped?what should we do?
Immediately frightened, apprehensive.

"Run Nm, run, come back quickly, Fatty hasn't had a good time playing yet." Lin Jiupang had just unloaded the car bumper, when he heard the sound, he yelled.

"Hey! You are a talented fighter, can you not be so afraid of death? Dare you be more cowardly?"

"Bah! Coward, b."

Lin Jiupang scoffed angrily, and ran without even looking back.

He wasn't worried at all that even the bear could escape.

"Falling Leaf Wind Arrow!"

suddenly.

Ji Qing held the heavy bow in his hand.Shoot the arrow and pull the string.

Whoosh!
The arrow pierced through the air, and an arrow shadow was drawn in the air.With the power of lightning, he galloped out in the wind.

The solemn face was extremely cold.

The cold light in the eyes was concentrated, and the killing intent was focused.

He waited for this moment for a long time.Since escaping from here, the seconds feel like years.

Every minute and every second is not spent in the torment of incomparable pain.

Looking at the fleeing Lian Xiong, his hostility swelled to the extreme.

How can he escape?

Moving like the wind, Ji Qing galloped, stepping on the commanding heights.Take out the arrow from the arrow bag, shoot it and shoot it quickly.

With an arrow on Lin Jiupang's head, he strode thunderously and chased after him.

Hearing the abuse from behind, he sneered, and said to himself in a low voice: "Whoever doesn't run away is the grandson."

language fall.Suddenly, his scalp went numb, his back felt like a poisonous snake staring at him, his back felt cold, and his mind was restless.

The whole feeling is bad.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his back.

The meaning of death gradually shrouded.

Hastily looked back.

I saw the arrows galloping in the air, flying straight in front of them.

The sharp and cold arrows gradually enlarged in his eyes.

Feeling trembling.

The arrow has the momentum of breaking the wind and shooting everything.he has a feeling...

This arrow can break through one's own defense.

He wanted to dodge, but many arrows had blocked all escape routes.

uh-huh?

With a dull hum, the arrow hit.

There was a severe pain in his chest, Lian Xiong held the arrow feathers, and ran away without any hesitation.

He only saw the fat man who made him angry and hated him to the bone.Standing in front of him with a grin, his face was full of smiles.

"Run? Keep running?" Lin Jiupang said casually.

"Fatty man, I'll tear you apart." Lian Xiong knew he was running away, staring distortedly in a discomfited look, and burst into a sinister roar under the certainty of death: "If I don't tear you up, whoever runs away will be his grandson."

"Barbarian violence!"

Lian Xiong bowed his waist, grabbed the ground with both feet and ejected, savagely colliding.

"If a chrysanthemum is stabbed, thousands of people will be injured, and if an egg is broken, even a big man will howl."

Lin Jiupang laughed obsequiously, and howled, "Create your own unique skills!"

Started to attack the bottom plate madly.

Lian Xiong, who is under attack from the front and back, is hard to defend against.

From time to time there was a howl.

It hurts too much.

The younger brother of the Barbarian Mercenary Corps, his face turns purple and green.

Trembling in my heart, I just feel the cool wind blowing in from below.

Is he the devil?
The battle scene cast a deep shadow on them, I'm afraid.

Impressively thought: "Later, I shouldn't be abused like this, right?"

Thinking of this, one's hair stands on end.

They had a shadow on Lin Jiupang, the kind that couldn't be erased.

10 minute later.

Lian Xiong was lying on the ground twitching constantly, his body was exhausted, and he could no longer fight.

"Small sample, can you escape?" Lin Jiupang kicked Lianxiong's body, and said contemptuously: "Ji Qing, kill him."

Boom!
Before the words fell, the clang of arrows pierced between the eyebrows.

Lian Xiong died in agony.

There will be such a way to die until death.

If he meets Ji Qing in the next life, he will be paid as a master.

Great revenge.

Ji Qing stared at the dead Lian Xiong with a trace of grief in his eyes.

The sorrow of nostalgia.

With heavy steps, he walked up to Zhou Yaoyou.His eyes became respectful and respectful.It seems that at this moment, he is the emperor, and he is the minister.

Plop.

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(End of this chapter)