Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

After saying this, Zhao Li died to hold his lips, and if he didn't say a word of crap, he would stick a machete with a broken blade into the ground, and slowly strip off his armor and even leather coat, laying on the knife handle of the machete, revealing a healthy muscle.

His figure is like a combination of a dog bear, a tiger and a hunting leopard, his shoulders are as wide as a dog bear, his chest is as thick as a tiger, his lumbar rod is as flexible as a hunting leopard, presenting a perfect inverted triangle, and when he is still motionless, there is hidden explosive power.

Throughout his chest, he was tattooed with a raw, flying red falcon, wings stretching all the way to the biceps of his arms.

Feel free to do a few warm-up moves and the bloody wings will fly up and down, like a bloody eagle, whistling out of his body and tearing up all his prey!

Zhao Li had no expression on his face, slowly flattened his right arm and stroked a "please” position toward Gu Zhengyang.

Behind him, Zhao Chong and “Iron Blood Juveniles” screamed, and a number of villagers started tanks filled with steel plates, connecting their heads and tails, surrounded by a large circle of more than twenty meters in diameter.

This is their battlefield.

The most benevolent and "peaceful” way of resolving differences, one-on-one and by force, is in the sight of the strong, above sin.

That was it, Gu Zhengyang had nothing to say. He called Hunt and Glass and told them to wave and kick them out of the chariot iron ring. He also tore off his armor and suit.

He didn't have a tattoo on him, but at the moment he tore his suit apart, a waxy yellow skin originally caused by a serious illness revealed a metallic bronze color.

The thin figure may not look as powerful as Zhao Li's, but the staggered and striking hundreds of scars are more powerful than tattoos.

“Cough, cough, cough! ”

Gu Zhengyang coughed gently and many ugly scars kept creeping, like a cluster of worms devouring his flesh.

Seeing his scarred body, thinking about his past contribution to Taiping Township, how to develop a small village with only a few hundred people, struggling on the lifeline, to today's thousands of people, so prosperous and developed, many villagers exclaim.

Even villagers more inclined to Zhao Lei lowered their heads shamefully at this time, wondering whether to support Gu Zhengyang or Zhao Lei.

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

But this fluctuation quickly froze by the more ruthless light.

“Huh!”

Zhao Li pulled out a sealed metal tank from the leather bag tied to his thigh and threw it at Gu Zhengyang: “Mayor, don't tell me I bullied you into being seriously ill. This is the latest formula for battlefield stimulants. It has the effect of instantly suppressing injuries and improving nerve acuity. It just fell out of the sky last night. Would you like to try it? ”

Gu Zhengyang weighed the metal tank in the palm of his hand and threw it back gently towards Zhao Li. Suddenly his eyebrows were raised and he drank it violently: “No need! ”

The voice did not go down, this sickly thin man just now, suddenly transformed into angry eyes, “Zhao Li", four steps in a row, almost three or five meters per step, stepped on the ground deep footprints, and pounded over Zhao Li.

With every step taken, the metallic shine on his body was more intense, and by the time Zhao Li was in front of him, the whole person had cast iron like copper.

Especially his right arm, in addition to its metallic shine, has a crystal clear feel, as if it were diamond!

“Well done! ”

Zhao Li also opened his eyes and shouted strangely. Instead of catching the metal tank thrown back by Gu Zhengyang, he stood up and kicked the metal tank back towards his opponent.

While the tank was still halfway through the air, he couldn't stand the spiritual energy he blew into it, swelling and exploding!

“Boom!”

Battlefield stimulants and metal tank fragments such as Heavenly Girl scattered flowers, like a storm, splitting your head and smashing your head into Gu Zhengyang!

How can Gu Zhengyang reinforce the steel bone without losing sight of the liquid and metal debris scattered across the sky, disrupting the rhythm?

Zhao Li took the opportunity to breathe and whistle like a steam engine.

When inhaled, the entire lower abdomen was deeply depressed, separating only one layer of skin from the posterior spine, but the chest was raised high, as if hundreds of bombs had exploded inside.

On the contrary, the abdomen is rounded like a drum, but the chest collapses strangely and the ribs are rooted.

Such a deep breath, repeated three times a second, winking kung fu, chest blood hawk tattoo red light all around the body.

Especially his right arm, one round longer than just now, half a foot longer, his five fingers “clicked” longer, and his joints and fingertips grew glittering bone spurs!

“Boom!”

The two made almost simultaneous moves while avoiding each other.

A huge ghost claw appeared in the sky, rubbing Gu Zhengyang's shoulder and flying past, took three bloody meat filaments from his stiff shoulder, deeply branded on the ground behind him, actually caught a pit as deep as half a foot, more than two meters long, like a dinosaur's footprint.

A flash of gold flashed, the purple electric wind also burst out of Gu Zhengyang's fist face, and perilously passed Zhao Li's left rib, bombarding an Ironclad tank behind him, making a deafening roar.

Ming was also three or five meters apart. This Ironclad tank overlapped the door of three layers of steel plate, and it actually recessed deeply. It was like being heavily bombarded by an attacking hammer. With a shocking noise, the whole tank crossed five or six meters, causing the sky to dust!

All the villagers were deeply deterred by Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Li's astonishing actions, and forgot to even scream for a moment.

Even Li Yao was intimately surprised and sincerely admired the strangeness and strength of the work on the evil earth.

The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Li is far less natural than his superior strength in the ranks of deity.

But their compressive efficiency in life and in the divine soul has reached a point where nothing can be added.

To be simple and rough, if Li Yao has 100 points of life and divine soul, he can use 105 points of combat power.

They may have 20 points of life and spirits, but they can inspire 30 points of combat power with all kinds of extreme powers and deadly magic!

The creators of these works and divinity, and indeed of the whole evil earth, are evil bastards, but they are also evil geniuses!

Li Yao did not move his voice, silently perceived the spiritual energy of the two evil earth masters, learned the essence of it, and prepared to integrate into his own spiritual energy operation model.

“Yao Lao...”

Hunter pulled Li Yao's robotic arm with some concern.

“Take it easy, take another look. ”

Li Yao shook with Yuanjin and entered information deep into Hunter's brain domain, "Your master still has the power of World War I. ”

Between the Ironclad tanks, it has become a sea of blood claws and fists.

Between the sand and dust dances, you can only see a red and a golden stream hidden, hear a deafening sound, such as the collapse of a tall building, let everyone stretch their necks and not see the fight between them.

He said that it was too late. In the sand and dust, a giant bloody ghost claw was detected. People thought it was Zhao Li's attack. Who knew that this bloody ghost claw seemed to possess its own will. He actually grabbed an Ironclad tank that acted as a guardrailing, ripped off a piece of steel plate from the top and smashed it again into the sand and dust!

Just listen to Gu Zhengyang hum, the bronze stream of light instantly dims, in the sand and dust, are all bloodshed!

“Ah!”

Hunter, Glass and villagers supporting Gu Zhengyang all shouted.

“Okay!”

The villagers who supported Zhao Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Only Li Yao was very certain: “The victory and defeat have been decided, the village chief has won! ”

“Wh--”

Hunter and Glass slightly flashed, trying to speak, suddenly in the sand and dust came a strange scream of heartbreaking lungs, the bloody claw instantly disappeared without a trace, instead, a hundred electric arcs clustered together fist burst out, lifted an Ironclad tank out, in the middle of the air a dozen rounds of breath to heavily land, smashed into a scrap of iron!

In the sand and dust, there is no breath but heavy wheezing.

The dust gradually settled.

Everyone holds their breath, eyes wide, and looks into the sand and dust.

The first exposed from sand and dust was Gu Zhengyang.

He was covered in blood and barely half a piece of good meat, especially six staggered bloodstains across his chest, revealing almost white flower bones.

His right arm was dark, wrinkled, like a withered vine, powerlessly swayed on his shoulder, and he looked like a wolf.

And across from him...

Zhao Li's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened to its limits, a ray of red smoke, deep depression in the chest of the bloodhawk tattooed, it could not return to normal for a long time, surrounded by countless pieces of metal, all “bullets” after the steel plate broke.

Gu Zhengyang tore the steel plate with a fist sharp, like bullet fragments, deeply inserted into Zhao Li's body, Zhao Li could no longer support it, kneeling in front of Gu Zhengyang, his hands trembled to support it, the red smoke coming out of his mouth, gradually condensed into sticky blood.

He struggled several times to get up and couldn't do it, and kneeling on one knee was the limit.

He didn't seem to have thought he would lose, his eyes filled with incredible and painful light, and after a half-day of rest, he shook: “Your strength... has recovered? ”

Gu Zhengyang silenced for a moment and said: “You need to heal the wound immediately. ”

Zhao Li grinned and laughed incredibly miserably, using his hands and knees together, climbing two steps, climbing to his first insertion into the ground of the war knife, pulling the knife out hard, throwing it to Gu Zhengyang, “When", fell to Gu Zhengyang's feet: “I lost, come on. ”

“Dad!”

Zhao Zhong was shocked, and the “Iron Blood Juvenile Regiment” of Wuyangwei and those who supported Zhao Li, the young and cheerful villagers were also pale and overwhelmed.