Sha Po Lang

At this time, a familiar cry burst into the ear of the long heg, the long heg turned around and saw Ge Tutuo's head and pig's head hanging on the railing. His swollen wife looked iron blue and was thrown down by a collapsed wall. She was no longer breathing. His little fat man's cries intermittently came from not far away. He was shocked and couldn't think of anything else. He said, "It seems like the butcher's fat little...”

Shen Yi kept walking and flew past.

Long G thought he didn't hear me. “Wait! ”

Shen Yi said: "Your Highness has been instructed to protect His Highness from leaving the city without delay. ”

His voice came from behind the iron mask, like cold iron stained with ice scum in extremely cold weather.

He was stunned.

The whirring wind rubbed his eartips, and the sticky cold sweat followed his spinal bones and sensed it coming down. All he touched was the cold armor of the brown iron - so cold, like the iron wrist buckle on his wrist that would never be hot.

Ge Fat Xiao is most delicate. He smiles and can't see his teeth. The Grinch is very strange. No one likes him.

Suddenly Changg whispered, “Isn't that your student too? ”

In Shen Yi's eyes, their students in the morning and evening were just his royal orders to sink for two years.

Also, for the big men of Xuan Tie camp, what is a little geese going back to the city?

What is a butcher's child?

In this world, perhaps some people's lives are worth more than others, and they are less attractive and more expensive.

Shen Yi certainly will not be as cold as his cold armor, but he is alone at this time. Of course, priority is given to the task, and no flash can be lost.

The western realm has just been annexed, and the entire elite town of the Brown Iron Camp is over there. They bring in only a small part of it. The net has been in place for two years and must be killed and the big fish caught.

If you grab it, you can exchange it for stability and peace in Beijiang for 35 years, or you will lose your previous achievements.

The reason for this is so complicated, how can you make it clear to a half-aged child between three words and two words?

Shen Yishian said: "Your Highness, forgive me... Your Highness! ”

Turns out, while he was not available, he bent over and touched the buckle on Shen Yi Xuan Iron and Steel Armor elbow.

Naturally, the heavy armor of the Xuan Iron Camp will not be opened by him, but he succeeded in releasing Shen Yi's steel hand by an inch - Shen Yi had to retreat. For the first time, Xuan Yi saw Xuan Iron Heavy Armor, he had no idea the difference between a precise Xuan Iron Heavy Armor and a geese going back to the city to guard those broken copper rotten iron - if Xuan Armor was so brutally destroyed by external forces, the popped lock would be enough to break the hugging tree.

With this inch, he quickly pulled out his foot and a heel fell off Shen Yi's shoulder.

“I am not a highness,” Long G stood two steps away and looked at him, his face darker than brown iron, "my feet are not dragon claws, it is a disability wrapped by my mother with chips, if she does have something to do with the royal family, it may be to create a counterfeit to confuse the royal blood. I think the general is in such a hurry, I think there must be another heavy burden. I am not afraid of death, nor do I intend to steal the identity of Jin Zhiyu Leaf. Now that I have told you clearly, I will not delay the general much longer. ”

Shen Yi's brown iron mask bounced up and looked stunned at the teenager in front of him.

Chang Gu stopped looking at him and jumped off the wall and ran in the direction of Ge Fat Xiao's cry for help.

Xuan Iron Heavy Armor stood out in the small geese back to the city. Shen Yi Jian's labor was instantly enthralled by a group of barbarians. Even though he was an outsider, it could be seen that those barbarians were simply delivering dishes to the master of Xuan Iron Camp. It can be seen that the folklore of Xuan Armor was able to sweep the meadows in that year, although it was exaggerated, it was not a total hollow wind.

The martial arts that the teenager had been practicing for many years were not useless. He entered the narrow road with great agility, crossed the courtyard wall, and was seeing a barbarian punching a geese back into the chest of the city guard veteran. The veteran fell down without a word and could not live.

Ge Fatty's face swelled like a bun and shrunk in the corner with his head in horror.

At a glance, he saw the veteran fly out of several long swords. While the barbarian's back was on him, he took a step forward and held the heavy sword in his hand. The tail of the heavy sword was sprayed with a fine steam. It was a "steel nail sword”. Unfortunately, it had not been repaired for a long time. I wondered whether it could still be used.

When the barbarian heard the noise, he immediately turned around with a focus on his nails, and Grantham opened his mouth--

Long g twisted the steam tray under the steel nail sword, a circle of blades whimpering and spinning, filled with a burning paste, not knowing how many parts were broken, shocked so long that he could barely hold it, he drank loudly, and cut his hands back to a large tree next to him.

The buzzing steel nail sword, though shaped like scrap copper and rotten iron, chopped the tree very smoothly. Without waiting for the barbarians to react, the big tree rarely fell down. The barbarians were just filmed underneath, and the long head growled at Ge Fat Xiao: “Run! ”

The snot and tears on Ge Fatty's little face crept into a bunch, screaming with his voice: "Brother! ”

Without waiting for him to speak freely, he let the barbarian pressed by the tree burst into a sip and threw away the beam-like wood in half. He looked like an angry buffalo, staring red-eyed at the two almost unarmed teenagers in front of him.

Chang Gu saw that the matter was not good enough, so he simply fought.

He took a deep breath, crossed his side, slightly slanted his shoulders, his hands held the sword in his hand and set out a solid hand up.

Unfortunately, it was useless to be solid. He just stood still and heard a click. The steel nail sword was completely stuck. He coughed twice. There was a black smoke in it and it turned into a real piece of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Chubby grabbed a sip of cool air: “This..."

“Go away.” Changg whispered to Fat Ge.

Ge Fat Xiao deserved the beautiful name of his witty ghost. Without saying a word, he turned himself into a harmless meatball, rolled into the corner and perfectly gave way out of the field.

The barbarian roared and intended to make a meatloaf out of a pair of iron fists.

The instant the big iron fist fell over his head, he quickly drilled through the fists and swept past the corpse of the veteran, his short body snapped and broke, surprisingly unloading the veteran's steel armor legs.

At this time, the wind behind him had arrived, and Long G rolled the “steel legs” into his arms, rolled into the dog hole outside the wall next to him, and instantly landed his legs, regardless of 3721 place, put the steel legs on his feet.

Just listening to the "bursting" sound, the people's less solid dirt wall was punched and smashed by the barbarian, the dirt blocks fell, the steel legs under his long feet through a little purple gold left at his ankles ejected a tiny steam, pushing his whole person out three lengths at a critical moment.

Long grams almost have the illusion that they've floated.

In addition to the iron clasp, it was the first time that he had put a piece of steel armor on himself, on the line of life and death, and he risked keeping his balance and grabbed the corner of the remaining yard wall.

Grubby screamed: “Careful--”

The barbarians have brutally swung away the bouncing city bricks, the steel armor made an unbearable hissing, the steam under his feet was like a tense cloud driving mist, he was some accidental to the teenager's poor handling, put away the iron fist, the gear in front of the chest turned a teething circle, the pitch-black short gunshot pointed at the long g.

Get ready for a quick fight.

I haven't learned how to live peacefully with these “Hot Wheels" under my feet. I heard a "buzzing” sound and immediately instinctively jumped forward. When my back paused, it was a spicy pain. The sand spilled on the ground was like steel nails. He rolled his head over him with a splitting cover. He had no choice but to cover his head with a scrap sword.

Tens of thousands of Chinese Plains steel armor do not dare to put short guns in the chest, this powerful short guns can shatter a person's bones, only natural Kong strong barbarians dare to do this - some say that the reason why the three Xuan Iron Camps were able to sweep the North barbarian 18 tribes, but the barbarians who occupy the curtain floor are still unable to produce steel armor cheap, nowadays they don't know where to get this batch of heavy armor, behind the grassland spreading thousands of miles of purple gold, will they still let the Chinese plains bully you?

How horrible this thing is, the teenager has no time to think about it.

Mr. Shen... When General Shen taught him to take care of steel nails, he accidentally mentioned that the short shell space on steel nails was limited, and the ice pipes used for cooling were not as effective. In order not to allow the people in the armor to be roasted, there was no cooling time around the incense of each round. At this time, the short shell launcher on steel nails was automatically locked to death, so he had room for breath.

The barbarian roared in raw Chinese: "Run, little bug! Scared the hell out of me! ”

With a heavy gaze, he slipped under the roots of the wall, spinning like a cloud of water, turning towards the barbarian who chased him at high speed.

The barbarian suddenly couldn't prevent it. He was so bold that he instinctively cut him with a long knife. The heavy armor was almost twice the height of a teenager. There were naturally dead corners underneath, his long head lay back. He hid a knife from the face on the ground. The steel leg rubbed violently against the slab on the ground, and the spark splattered.

Long g took off his hand and threw the steel sword that blew the lamp out of the wax. It was smashing into the back of the barbarian's heart. The barbarian instinctively avoided it. At this moment, the long g pressed the iron wrist button on his hand and spit out like a silk snake in his sleeve. Cutting melons cut vegetables into the barbarian's heavy armor.

Long g: “…”

He was just taking a chance. I had no idea that the iron wrist buckle Shen XVI had thrown at him at random was such a weapon of God.

The silk hole in the sleeve penetrates the “golden meridian" of the barbarian heavy armor. The precision heavy armor instantly loses power. In order to prevent the purple gold leak from blowing up the people inside, the heavy armor turns on self-protection, locking all joints from the arm to the back instantaneously.

At this time, if the man in heavy armor's mind knows, he should remove his armor before killing his enemies while he still has the ability to move - without heavy armor, he can't handle two and a half big children if he is a strong barbarian?

However, although the barbarian obtained these heavy armor by some method, he obviously did not fully master the iron monster. At the moment when the heavy armor was locked to death, the barbarian himself stumbled on the inside. His first reaction was to fight brutality and mechanical locks.

How can flesh and mortal fetuses, even though they are born with divine powers, compete with that heavy armor?

He lost his balance this time, jumping to the ground.

When Long G was instantly determined, he went one step forward without hesitation, and the steel leg under his feet activated maximum power, aiming at the gold box near the short gun in the back of the barbarian's heart, and stamped it hard.

A broken steel leg can also chop the three inches later slab, and the golden box should crack.

However, Long G's steel leg was also scrapped during the hard touching process. He kicked too hard. Some of his forceways bounced back onto his calf. One leg became unconscious for a while. I don't know if it had broken.

Bite your teeth off and turn your legs back.

The moment he retreated, the barbarian's cracked gold box blew up and blew the barbarian's head into pieces and splattered everywhere.

Inevitably sprayed with red and white brains, he hung a leg and rubbed off the blood on his face with no expression. In that horrible smell, he was not afraid.

Maybe Xiu Ma is right, he was born a monster.

Ge Fat Xiao didn't lose his chain when he was critical. Even though people were shaking like bran, his brain was still spinning. He shouted, "Brother, let's find a place to hide, I'll take you to my father's cellar! ”

Just a step forward, the pain in his leg made him groan and fall to the ground. He couldn't help but sweat down. Gru Chubby came running unambiguously, shouting and lifting his long head.

Though he was not old, he was already quite fat. During the run, as the fat branches of the white flowers shivered, Ge Fat Xiao also gasped.

His panting did not delay him in his vows of loyalty: "Brother, my parents let them die, you saved my life and I will follow you from now on! I'll do whatever you want! Let's kill all these savages! ”

In the last sentence, he broke the sound and brought a cry.

Long and weak hands couldn't hold the scrap sword. He had to let it squeak to the ground. His muscles on his arm were cramped. At the same time, the wolf grinned. "What do I want you to do, kill the meat in the year of famine? ”

Fatty Grace: “At least I can wash your feet...”

At this moment, his long ear moved, and he heard an ominous “sand” sound, and immediately drank it to stop Grace and Fatty: “Shh! ”

"- [sic]“ My mother told me that I washed my feet clean, and that the girl who washed my father's feet was whiter than a bun... ”

The little fat man's voice stopped, and he braced his footsteps and took two steps backwards, fearfully.

At the end of the trail, a barbarian came out slowly wearing a snowy heavy armor.