Chapter 1668 The Gods of Qiuming Mountain (Not a Typo)

"Duang~"

The huge bone-white fangs hit Tony's abdomen, and a powerful force instantly spread throughout the body under the buffer of the outer armor.

"Tony!"

Steve and the others subconsciously yelled out when they saw Tony being attacked, and then saw Tony Stark flying out with his legs upside down. It was Eve who directly controlled the battleship at the critical moment for precise direction jet assistance to make Tony stop safely at the first time.

But at this time they don't have time to worry about others!

"careful!"

"Squeak, squeak——"

Boom boom boom boom~

The ground trembled up and down as he ran wildly, and the ear-piercing screams of killing pigs almost pierced through the eardrums of everyone present.

Subconsciously, Steve moved his left forward forward, his right foot backward, and his body lunged against the shield, causing a Spartan who was paying attention to the situation here to frown.

How confident are you in your own strength? Or was he really able to stop that pig with a shield against his own strength? !

As soon as this thought appeared, the pig that flew Tony up appeared from it, and the direction he was rushing in was the direction where Tony was just now.

As soon as Steve looked up, he saw a huge group photo dragging a whirlwind of stench towards him. He didn't even have time to see what the pig he was attacking looked like before he raised his shield in front of him.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but that he didn't dare to bet that his speed was faster than this pig running wildly with a bloody wind, so he could use his physical combat experience to raise the shield.

In the next second, the fangs pressed against the shield, and the melodious "melon sound" of sound-absorbing steel spread throughout the hall.

A tyrannical force that made his heart feel like falling into an ice cave instantly pressed his arms and shield on his chest, and the breathless pain spread to his brain in an instant, but at this moment Steve used every inch of his body to twist his body, and turned the shield that was integrated with himself at an angle with the help of his whole body strength.

Thorn~

The fangs brushed against the round shield, and Steve, who was carried away by the huge force, turned around 360 degrees in the air and fell to the ground, leaving only a smelly and furry wind in front of his eyes.

Parker, who was standing next to him, quickly threw out two spider webs and stuck them to the black pig.

But under his strength, he only tore off a large piece of pig hair, and couldn't hold the black pig at all, so Thor in the sky had to do it.

I don't know if it was to solve the trouble in the shortest time, or because he wanted to show his strength in front of strangers, or to recover from Steve's operation failure just now. Thor didn't choose to fight hand-to-hand, but directly turned the hammer of thunder and brought a large wind and thunder towards the black pig.

When Thor's hammer landed on the back of the black pig, a thunderbolt flashed out of nowhere and exploded along the hammer.

The massive thunder made Steve, who had just got up, kneel on one knee and raise his shield to defend.

Almost at the same time, two huge black pigs appeared one after another and rushed towards the Spartans in front and the White Wolf Prince on the right. The Spartans were fine, they had already passed the checkpoint twice and knew exactly what they were about to face, so they strengthened their formation again the moment the enemy appeared.

Since they were only facing one end, there was no need for them to split up into two groups of two!

"Squeak, squeak!"

"preparation----"

The four Spartans kept their eyes on the black pig who was facing the overweight bulldozer running wildly, and took a deep breath at the same time, pulled his state to an extreme "static", as if the roar and vibration had no effect on them, and even made people feel that they had become a whole.

Just when the pair of huge upward-curved fangs were only a few meters away from their shield formation, the leader suddenly shouted. The four of them instantly exerted force to lower the shield by one layer, and even the armor covering the arms was raised clearly.

The Spartans not only knew how to use all kinds of weapons, but also made them perfect in shield combat, which was the biggest reliance for them to survive on the battlefield.

Steve's World War II experience is something that any Spartan will experience when they join the army, no matter the degree of danger or the length of time, and Steve's shield skills are only "qualified" in the eyes of the Spartans.

"Duang~!"

The huge black pig flicked Potts, and one of its fangs slammed into the four-man shield, but he found that his tyrannical strength was stopped as if he had encountered an insurmountable barrier, and at the moment he kicked his hoofs to continue exerting force, the shield fell back and tilted the four round shields, turning them into a 40-degree angle.

At this time, the Spartan shield formation is no longer the original 'mountain' but has become a soft 'water', using the power of the four-person link to form a diagonal formation to disperse the impact force.

But their purpose goes beyond that.

I saw the arc-curved fangs rubbing sparks with the shield array under the black pig's own powerful force. The strong momentum made the black pig completely unable to stop the car and rushed forward. At this moment, the Spartans collectively raised the shield and flipped upwards. At the same time, the four spears showed their fierce coldness.

歘~

The stinky blood spilled into the sky, and the black pig crashed to the ground with a gust of wind, and slid out of the ground with an unabated trend, until it hit the wall and roared.

Looking closely, the black pig's buttocks, waist, and thighs were pierced with blood by the spear, and only one shot missed.

Compared with Steve and Parker's response just now, it's a judgment call.

But those who died from drought died from drought, and those who died from waterlogging died from waterlogging.

Just as the Avengers had a little problem and the Spartans easily resisted the black pig, the White Wolf Prince encountered a huge crisis.

The roar from the desperately running black pig made the red-robed male mage unsteady, but these were minor problems, and they still dealt with the black pig at their own pace.

"Fatty! Bondage!"

I saw that little fat man's body swelled rapidly, the ugly wrinkles on his face were gradually elongated into hard bark, his feet turned into thick roots and penetrated into the ground, and countless tree vines spread out from his waist, making one wonder whether one of them was formed by some important part.

Countless thick roots rushed out towards the black pig. According to their plan, the fat man was restrained first, and then Huo Fanan began to chant single-target high-damage magic.

It's just a pig. There are also pigs in their world, and they are at the bottom of the entire biological chain. Pigs are usually only used as food in wild towns, and they are ignored at all other times.

Of course, this is the arena of the dragon clan, and arrogance and arrogance are absolutely unacceptable, so they still follow the battle plan meticulously.

But then, they knew that the pig was more vicious than they had imagined.

When the low-walking rhizome surged out, the pig leaped into the air!

"Boss!"

"Leave it to me... poof—ah—"

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