The eleventh special field platoon. Chapter 55. The blood shaman of the fanatics attacked the storm after all. It was not effective and returned to the shoulder. The momentary delay was not a problem for the storm. He still has two legs. Although boxers are used to it. You can at least use it to run without a leg attack.

After a spin, he reappeared with a straight left fist behind the shaman, whistling, and the wind rushed to the back of the shaman ... Both the right and left hands are offensive force is a required basic course for boxers.

So in a flash, the shaman fell into the downwind again. After all, there was some gap between the improvement of his physical quality and the improvement of the storm's ability. After all, the storm is a pure B-level ability and the shaman is only a netbsp; but this gap Not to the irresistible level with the through arm fist clavicle shaman left and right branches, although the embarrassment is not defeated in a short time.

And the kind of curiosity combined with the bone-reducing skills and arm fist completely subverts the storm's previous understanding-

You think that the other party can't fight back at all, but people can just stretch out their punches;

You feel that the avoidance range is enough to absolutely deviate from the other party's attack range, and the other person's arm can be traced back to be strong and give you a punch.

Although the blessing of the B-level perception is not painful and itchy, it is basically just a touch, but the punch is uncomfortable ...

The dart situation is much better than the shaman.

To be honest, the power of the air cannon is not strong. At least the attack power is not enough for combat-type abilities. His biggest advantage is that in addition to the degree of the air bomb itself, this powerful invisible and unappealing is elusive. .

Imagine any part of you facing him during the battle, such as nose, throat, stomach pouch, crotch ... Anytime, anywhere can you be beaten hard. Can this normal opponent be defeated?

But it is a pity that the ability of the air bomb exposed under the explosive field of vision undoubtedly lost the greatest reliance as soon as it was shot.

When the dart finally recovered from the continuous blow and began to circle around the air cannon in a rapid and rapid blast, the air bomb basically lost its effect ...

However, there is no way for the dart to get close to the air ejection rate. The closer the distance, the greater the density. As long as the other party is prepared, it is basically impossible to close the body.

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

Although the air cannon is also a B-level dart, the leaves are really weird. This guy had a slight ability to control the direction of the leaves when he was promoted to C-level. The trajectory of the leaves is not a weird description.

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

Even if the air cannon can be perceived many times slower, after all, he does not have Du Guhong's abnormal brain. When there is always an omission, his ability is fast, but it is not as comfortable as the leaves.

The blades fluttered in the air, and the blade edge was sharp like a knife. The surface of his body was covered with scars.

Finally, the power enhancement of the darts is relatively weak. The strokes are all scratches and the air cannon can keep away from the crucial point, so the battle continues without pain.

Du Guhong easily won the victory and the other two were still in a struggle situation. They were deadlocked for a while. We did not know when Wei Sangdang brought a tea tray from the kitchen. The lame Chinese said: "Come and drink everyone."

On a hot day's saucer, the cup of mist is steaming and the cup is cold ice tea.

"Thank you!" The sky was full of fierce fighting on the ground, and everything was so hot that a dozen bowls of herbal tea were instantly divided by the people present.

"Don't drink it!" Du Guhong, who took the tea cup and looked at the cool air floating on the mouth of the cup, suddenly stopped everyone. Niu Yin twisted the tea cup and smiled quietly: "I don't know why I saw one from the mist of this cup. A very strange image. Wisang guess what the image is? "

The complexion of the dark-brown skin changed a little, although he could not see the white, but he was obviously gray. He replied calmly and pretended: "Nizai said that I can't poke white?"

By this time, even the most stupid people should know that there is a problem in the tea. Except for the two pairs of people who are fighting each other, all eyes are turned to this side, including the opposite axe help visitors.

Du Guhong smiled: "This cup should be the blood of so-called fanatics? Wei Sang, do you think I really don't know anything about your axe gang except for the so-called inside information?"

"You! How do you know ?!" Wisang admitted that he was still a teenager, whose composure could no longer be maintained.

"Before Wei Sang came here, you probably read a lot of Chinese martial arts novels, so they were deceived from the beginning." Du Guhong's voice was low and inaudible. In addition to the field team's axe gang, no matter how hard it was to listen, it was nothing but guessing.

"Actually, I'm not the internal skill in the book at all ... it's a B-level ability. I believe that if you know this, you will never let you use this method ... and just got the cook into the kitchen. Allowing it can't wait to start doing so. "Du Guhong said in a hurry.

Wei Sang's face was pale and his natural agility was of course immediately reminiscent of the reason why Du Guhong said these words. That was because he wanted to strengthen his determination to kill people because only dead people would not reveal secrets.

"Don't don't kill me, I don't want to die ..." The mixed-race teenager's face appeared struggling.

At this time, the situation on the competition field has gradually become clear, and the victory of the Oriental Martial Arts Museum has basically been settled.

Although the shaman was extremely beaten by the storm, it began to deflect subtly as the battle progressed.

The storm hit the shaman very hard, but it was all skin damage. Ordinary people can tolerate toughness, not to mention the stronger physical and shaman that can be used for medical treatment, so the number of fights combined did not convert him into much. Advantage.

On the other hand, although the shaman didn't hurt or itch the storm, it didn't seem to matter, but he actually steamed some water for the storm's body.

The effect of one punch and one kick is not great, but when fighting for a long time, these subtle effects accumulate, coupled with the consumption of water by the storm's own movement, he gradually can't hold up and began to show his fist and his strength.

On the other side, the dramatic change of the air cannon's ability has no effect on the darts, but it hurts all over the body. Although it is not a serious injury to the air cannon, it can't stand the air cannon. Got it?

When the air bomb was closed, he simply leaned over, bowed his arms, blocked the face door, and rushed towards the dart--he wanted to fight me!

This is just a bosom!

Where is the chance that the dart is willing to let go of the air cannon, a volley three kicks, etc. After the air cannon manages to turn around to avoid the edge, after the dart volleys empty and turns to the air cannon, it is a standard fatal scissors foot.

The air cannon had no way to avoid the momentum in advance because it was too old to be evaded again.

Silly x! Dancing the air cannon's wrists and twisting the air cannon's throat, the heart of the dart secretly despised the enhancement of the d d c and actually chose the combat talent. This is probably the reason why he finally tried to approach the dart to close combat, but in fact if he strengthened his spirit, he would face it. A series of strikes after the punch is enough to knock down the darts to get a victory where there are so many changes behind.

At this time, the result of this fight seems to be clear at a time when Wei Sang persecuted by Du Guhong is about to collapse.

What everyone didn't notice was that the locals who saw the incident at this point, following Wei Sang, put it in the martial arts, and their eyes became red for some time.

They suddenly roared as if they saw a red cloth bullfight. Two of them rushed into the unmatched battlefield and the other two went straight to the location where the field players gathered ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Moye You are responsible for these two! I go to the front! Du Guhong issued an order to push Wei Sang to the people around him in a moment. He will appear at the duel of darts and shamans. The four people then flew out in no particular order.

"You fallen men, go to **** together!" At this time, the locals were still charging. They were running and roaring with enthusiasm as if they were **** with bombs and want to die with other terrorists.

Ever since I learned how to do my best, the magic thread at Moye's hands has maintained about five or six lengths on average. The average length is about three feet. Xu Chong and the team of the two have not been close. They have been cut by the thread and covered their faces. Struggling.

As for the two Du Guhongs in the competition field, they didn't even care about it because the four people had lost their ability to act in just a few short breaks.

The blood red in their eyes seemed to spread to the whole body of the whole body like a red balloon. It inflated for a few seconds and then reached the limit. With a slamming sound of flesh and blood, the blood was splashing, the strong air was overflowing, and the instantaneous impact seemed to be better than the grenade More powerful. The five-footed ground centered on four people has completely turned into a **** color. The one standing inside has not escaped from the beginning to the end ...