The Game Warrior Chapter 55: Blood of the Fanatic

Part 11, Special Field Platoon, Chapter 55, The Blood of the Fanatic, the shaman’s attack on the storm was ultimately futile and returned. A momentary delay in the shoulders is not a problem for the storm. He still has two legs. Boxers are used to not attacking with their legs, at least they can use them to run.

After a spin, he reappeared the shaman behind him with a straight left fist whistling and the wind rushed to the back of the shaman's head... Both left and right handed attack power is a required basic course for a boxer.

So in a flash, the shaman fell into the wind again. The internal force's improvement of his physical fitness and the improvement of Storm's powers are still somewhat different. After all, Storm is a pure B-level ability and the shaman is just a netbsp; but This gap is not too irresistible. Even though the shaman is embarrassed for a short time, he will not lose.

Furthermore, the ancient weird fist technique combined with bone-shrinking power and arm fist has completely subverted Baofeng’s previous cognition--

The angle where you think it is impossible for the opponent to counterattack, people can just stretch out their fists in time;

You feel that the dodge range is enough to absolutely get out of the opponent's attack range. People's arms can be traced back to a strong punch and give you a punch.

Although every punch is not painful or itchy thanks to the blessing of B-level perception, it is basically just a light touch, but the punch is uncomfortable...

The situation of darts is much better than that of shamans.

To be honest, the ability of the air cannon is not strong. At least the attack power is not very enough for the combat-type ability. His biggest advantage is the invisible and intangible strength of this kind of energy besides the degree of the air bomb itself. It's elusive.

Imagine any part of your face in front of him during the battle, such as the nose, throat, stomach pouch, crotch... Anytime, anywhere, you may be hit hard. Can a normal opponent be defeated?

But it is a pity that the ability of the air bomb is exposed in the field of vision. There is no doubt that the ability of the air cannon has lost its greatest reliance when it is shot.

When the darts finally recovered from the continuous blows and started to circle the air cannon with agility and high speed, the air bombs basically lost their effect...

But there is no way for darts to get close to the air. The faster the distance, the higher the density. As long as the opponent is prepared, it is basically impossible to press tightly.

So the whole field only saw the overwhelming green leaves flying towards the air cannon from all directions and angles.

Although the air cannon is also a grade B, but the leaves of the darts are really weird. This guy has been promoted to grade C. He already has the ability to slightly control the direction of leaves. Now coupled with the sub-wave blowing of Liu Gong and Tangmen's hidden weapon control methods, the midair The trajectory of the flying leaves inside is not a weird one to describe.

Rotation, recursion, impact refraction and even some shots are just to cover his sight and to cover the leaves behind.

Even though the air cannon can perceive many times slower, after all, he doesn't have Duguhong's perverted brain to dodge left and right. There are always omissions when his power level is fast, but it is not as comfortable as the leaves.

The leaves floated in the air. The edge of the leaves was sharp as a knife. In an instant, his body was covered with scars.

Finally, the power of darts is relatively weak. All the scratches are all trivial injuries, and the air cannon can always avoid the vital points, so the battle continues without pain or itching.

Dugu Hong returned from winning easily. The other two were still fighting and the situation was at a stalemate. I don’t know when Wissang Biandian brought a tea tray from the kitchen. Crappy Hua: "Come and drink, everyone. Exactly."

On a hot day, the mist evaporates from the mouth of the cup on the saucer. A cup of ice is cold black tea.

"Thank you!" The sky was blazing and the fierce battle on the ground was raging, and everything was blazingly hot and unbearable. A dozen bowls of herbal tea were instantly divided up by those present.

"Don't drink first!" Taking the teacup and looking at the cold air on the mouth of the cup, Duguhong suddenly stopped everyone from drinking the cows, twisting the teacup and smiling calmly: "I don't know why I got from the mist of this cup I saw a very strange image. Wissant guess what that image is?"

The dark-brown mixed-race face suddenly changed, although it was not white, but it was obviously gray. He pretended to be calm and replied: "Niya said that I am white?

At this time, no matter how stupid people are, they should know that there is a problem in the tea. Except for the two pairs that are in full swing, everyone else turned their eyes to this side, including the visitors of the Axe Gang on the opposite side.

Dugu Hong smiled: "This cup should be the blood of the so-called fanatic? Wissan, do you think I really don’t know anything about your Axe Gang except for the so-called internal information?"

"You! How do you know?!" Wissong is still a teenager, and his face can no longer maintain his calmness, no doubt admitted.

"Before Wei Sang came here, you probably read a lot of Chinese martial arts novels, so you were deceived by them from the beginning." Du Guhong's voice was so low that it was useless to listen, except for the axe gang of the field team. Empty guess.

"In fact, my inner strength is not in the book at all, it's just... a B-level ability. I believe that if you know this, you will definitely not let you use this method... and just got the cook The permission to enter the kitchen can't wait to start to do so." Du Guhong said in time.

Weissang's face was pale and his natural alertness, of course, immediately thought of Du Guhong saying these words because he wanted to strengthen his determination to kill people because only the dead would not leak secrets.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die..." Struggling appeared on the mixed-race youth's face.

At this time, the situation in the competition field has gradually become clear. The victory of the Oriental Martial Arts Center is basically set.

Although the shaman was horribly beaten by the storm, as the battle progressed, the battle began to make subtle deflection.

The storm hit the shaman very hard, but it was all skin and flesh injuries. Ordinary people can still endure toughness, not to mention the shaman who has stronger physique and can be used for explosive treatment, so the combined number of fights was not given to him. How much advantage is converted into.

On the other hand, although the shaman did not hurt or itchy to the storm, it seemed irrelevant, but he actually steamed part of the storm's body.

One punch and one kick does not have much effect, but when the fighting is long, these subtle effects accumulate, coupled with the water consumption of the storm's own motion, he gradually can't hold it, and begins to show tired fists and feet. Fierce.

On the other side of the battle, there is a dramatic change in the air cannon's ability to have no effect on the darts. Instead, it hurts itself all over the body. Although it is not a serious injury to the air cannon, he can't stand it. The air cannon can fight vertically and horizontally. When have you been so useless?

As soon as he collected the air bomb, he simply bent over and lowered his head and his arms blocked the door and rushed towards the darts--he wanted to fight melee!

It's just the right thing!

Such an opportunity, where would the darts be willing to let go of a volley three-cut kick to face the air cannon, etc. After the air cannon is forced to turn around to avoid the sharp edge, the dart volleys and turns to the air cannon while spreading its legs and a clip is a standard death Scissor feet.

The air cannon was embedded in the ground because of the elder's inability to evade it in advance.

Silly x! Dancing with the air cannon, wringing the air cannon, throat, and darts, I secretly despise the strengthening of the d and c of this man, and he chose the combat talent. This is probably the reason why he finally tried to approach the darts in close combat, but in fact, if he strengthened his spirit, he would face it. A series of attacks after the punch is enough to knock down the darts to achieve victory, where there are so many changes behind.

At this time, it was also when Wissang, who was persecuted by Dugu Hong, was about to collapse. The result of this battle seemed to be clear at a glance.

What everyone didn't notice was that the eyes of a few local people who had been thrown into the martial arts gym after Weisang turned red at some point.

They suddenly roared like they saw a red cloth bullfight. Two of them rushed into the competition arena that has not yet been determined. The other two went straight to the location where the field players gathered~IndoMTL.com~Mo You are responsible for these two! I go ahead! "Duguhong gave the order in an instant to push Wissang to the people around him to take care of him. The next moment he appeared in the darts and shaman duel. Four people flew out indiscriminately.

"You fallen people, go to **** together!" At this time, the locals were still charging. They were running and shouting stern and fanatical terrorists who seemed to be **** with bombs to die with others.

Since I learned to be at ease, Mo Ye’s power thread has maintained five or six lines all year round. The average length is about three feet. The two of the team have not yet come close. They have been split by silk threads and covered their faces. Struggling crazily on the ground.

As for the two Duguhongs in the martial arts field, they didn't care about them at all, because the four of them had lost their ability to move in just a few breaths.

The blood red in their eyes seemed to spread to the whole body, like a red balloon, inflated for a few seconds and then reached the limit. With a muffled thump, a rain of blood and blood was splashing, and there was a momentary impact. It seems to be more powerful than the grenade. The ground with a radius of five feet centered on four people has completely turned into a **** color. None of the people standing inside has escaped the blood from beginning to end...