Chapter 1971 Battle Blood Eagle!

After saying this, Zhao Lie tightly pursed his lips, and without saying a word of nonsense, he stabbed the broken machete into the ground fiercely, and covered himself with spiked armor and even leather clothes. He took it off and put it on the handle of the machete, revealing his muscular body.

His figure is like a combination of a bear, a tiger and a cheetah. His shoulders are as broad as a bear, his chest is as thick as a tiger, and his waist is as flexible as a cheetah. Flowing with explosive power.

On his entire chest, there is a lifelike tattoo of a red falcon with wings spread all the way to the biceps of his arms.

Do a few warm-up moves at will, and the bloody wings will fly up and down, really like a blood eagle, trying to roar out of his body, tearing apart all prey!

Zhao Lie remained expressionless, slowly stretched his right arm, and gestured a "please" gesture to Gu Zhengyang.

Behind him, Zhao Chong and the "Iron Blood Youth League" yelled, and many villagers started the chariots covered with steel plates, connecting them end to end, forming a large circle with a diameter of more than 20 meters around the two of them. lock up.

This is their arena.

On the evil land, the strong are respected. This kind of one-on-one, one-on-one, using force to resolve differences in full view is already the most benevolent and "peaceful" one.

At this point, Gu Zhengyang had nothing to say, he called Han Te and Liu Li for instructions, then waved them out of the iron ring of the chariot, and also tore off the armor and battle clothes on his body.

He didn't have any tattoos on his body, but the moment he tore off his battle suit, his skin, which was originally sallow due to serious illness, blossomed into a metallic bronze color.

The thin figure may not be as majestic as Zhao Lie looks, but the hundreds of criss-crossing and shocking scars are medals a hundred times more powerful than tattoos.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Gu Zhengyang coughed lightly, and many ugly scars kept wriggling, like clusters of insects gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Seeing his scarred body, thinking of his contribution to the Taiping Walled City in the past, how to develop a small village with only a few hundred people who are struggling with life and death to the scale of thousands of people today, so prosperous and prosperous Many villagers sighed.

Even those villagers who were more inclined to Zhao Lie lowered their heads in shame at this time, not knowing whether they should support Gu Zhengyang or Zhao Lie.

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

But this fluctuation was quickly frozen by a more ruthless light.

"Shua!"

Zhao Lie took out a sealed metal can from the leather pouch tied on his thigh, and threw it towards Gu Zhengyang: "Village Chief, don't say that I bully you. You are seriously ill. This is the latest formula of battlefield stimulant. It will be released for a moment." The effect of suppressing injuries and improving nerve acuity just fell from the sky last night, do you want to try it?"

Gu Zhengyang held the metal can in his palm and weighed it, and then lightly threw it back towards Zhao Lie. Suddenly, his eyebrows stood upright, and he shouted violently: "No need!"

Before he could finish speaking, this thin, burly man, who was still sick just now, suddenly turned into a King Kong with angry eyes, "thump, thump, thump", and took four steps in a row, each step was about three to five meters away, and stepped on the ground with deep footprints, towards Zhao Lie rushed over.

Every time he took a step, the metallic luster on his body became stronger, and when he stood in front of Zhao Lie, his whole body was as if cast from copper to iron.

Especially his right arm, in addition to the metallic luster, has a crystal clear feeling, as if it is made of diamond!

"Well done!"

Zhao Lie also opened his eyes wide and screamed strangely. Instead of catching the metal can that Gu Zhengyang threw back, he swung his foot and kicked the metal can hard back at his opponent.

When the jar was still in mid-air, it couldn't bear the spiritual energy he blasted into it, it continued to expand, and exploded violently!

"boom!"

Fragments of battlefield stimulants and metal cans, like celestial maidens scattered flowers, smashed towards Gu Zhengyang like a gust of wind and rain!

No matter how strong and iron Gu Zhengyang is, he will inevitably be obscured by liquid and metal fragments all over the sky, disrupting the rhythm.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Lie breathed heavily and let out a whistling sound like a steam engine.

When inhaling, the entire lower abdomen was deeply sunken, only a layer of skin separated the back spine, but the chest was raised high, as if hundreds of bombs had exploded inside.

When exhaling, it was just the opposite, the abdomen was round like a drum, but the chest collapsed strangely, and the ribs were clearly defined.

This kind of deep breathing was repeated three times per second, and in the blink of an eye, the red aura of the blood eagle tattoo on his chest spread all over his body.

In particular, his right arm swelled a round longer than before, and extended by half a foot. The five fingers "clicked" and became longer. Glittering bone spurs grew on the joints and fingertips!

"boom!"

The two shot almost at the same time, and dodged at the same time.

A ghost claw with the size of a castor mitten appeared out of thin air, and flew over Gu Zhengyang's shoulder, taking away three bloody shreds of meat from his shoulder as hard as iron, and branded them deeply on the ground behind him, unexpectedly scratching A half-foot-deep and two-meter-long trap emerged, which looked like the footprints of a dinosaur.

A ball of golden light was shining, and the fist wind surrounded by purple lightning also rushed out from Gu Zhengyang's fist, passed over Zhao Lie's left rib dangerously, and slammed onto an armored chariot behind him, making a deafening roar .

Even though there was still a distance of three to five meters, the doors of this armored chariot overlapped with three layers of steel plates, and they were deeply sunken, as if being hit hard by a battering ram. With a harsh noise, the entire chariot They all moved five or six meters laterally, sending up dust all over the sky!

All the villagers were deeply intimidated by Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie's astonishing strikes, and they even forgot to shout for a while.

Even Li Yao was secretly startled, and felt admiration from the bottom of his heart for the weirdness and fierceness of the exercises on the evil soil.

The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie is naturally far inferior to him, a top-notch powerhouse who has transformed into a god.

But their efficiency in squeezing life and soul has reached an incomparable level.

To put it simply and crudely, if Li Yao has 100 points of life and soul, he can display 105 points of combat power.

Then they may have 20 points of life and soul, but under the urging of various extreme exercises and deadly supernatural powers, they can stimulate 30 points of combat power!

The cultivators who created these exercises and supernatural powers, and even the entire piece of evil land, are all heinous bastards, but they are indeed evil geniuses!

Li Yao remained calm, silently perceiving the psychic operation method of the two evil earth masters, learning the essence of it, and preparing to integrate it into his own psychic operation model.

"Old Yao..."

Han Te worriedly pulled Li Yao's mechanical arm.

"Don't worry, look again."

Li Yao used Yuanshen to vibrate and input information deep into Han Te's brain, "Your master still has the power to fight."

Between the armored chariots, it has become a sea of ​​blood claws and fist lights.

While the dust was flying all over the sky, one could only faintly see a red and a golden streamer, and heard a deafening noise like a building collapsing. No matter how everyone stretched their necks, they couldn't see the process of the two fighting.

Sooner or later, a huge blood-colored ghost claw protruded from the dust. Everyone thought that Zhao Lie's attack had failed again, but who knew that this blood-colored ghost claw seemed to have a will of its own. Grab an armored chariot serving as a guardrail, "click" tore off a steel plate from above, and smashed it into the sand and dust!

Hearing Gu Zhengyang's muffled groan, the bronze-colored light instantly dimmed, and there were blood shadows in the sand and dust!

"ah!"

Han Te, Liuli and the villagers who supported Gu Zhengyang all exclaimed.

"good!"

The villagers who supported Zhao Lie couldn't help cheering loudly.

Only Li Yao said with certainty: "The outcome has been decided, the village chief has won!"

"Varied"

Han Te and Liu Li were slightly stunned, and were about to speak, when suddenly there was a heart-piercing scream in the dust, and the bloody claws all over the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant, instead, hundreds of arcs condensed together The fist glow rushed out, and flew an iron armored chariot out. It spun a dozen times in mid-air before landing heavily, smashing it into a ball of scrap metal!

In the sand and dust, there was no sound other than heavy panting.

The dust gradually settled.

Everyone held their breath, widened their eyes, and looked carefully into the dust.

Gu Zhengyang was the first to emerge from the dust.

His whole body was dripping with blood, and there was hardly even half a piece of good meat, especially the six criss-cross blood marks on his chest, which almost exposed his white bones.

His right arm was black and wrinkled, like a withered vine, dangling weakly over his shoulder, looking extremely embarrassed.

And opposite him...

Zhao Lie's eyes were wide open, his mouth was opened to the limit, and wisps of red smoke came out. His chest with the blood eagle tattoo was deeply sunken, and he couldn't return to normal for a long time. There were countless metal fragments stuck in his body, all of which were melted after the steel plate was broken. Made "bullets".

Gu Zhengyang tore the steel plate with the front of his fist, shot out like fragments of bullets, and penetrated deep into Zhao Lie's body, Zhao Lie couldn't hold it anymore, knelt down on one knee in front of Gu Zhengyang, his hands trembling for support, The red smoke coming out of the mouth gradually condensed into thick blood.

He struggled a few times to stand up but couldn't do it, kneeling on one knee was already the limit.

He didn't seem to have thought that he would lose at all, and his eyes were full of incredible and painful light. After adjusting his breath for a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "Your strength...has recovered?"

Gu Zhengyang was silent for a moment, and said: "You need to heal immediately."

Zhao Lie grinned, smiling very miserably, using both hands and knees, climbed two steps, climbed to the saber he had inserted into the ground at the beginning, pulled out the saber fiercely, and threw it towards Gu Zhengyang, with a "clang", fell At Gu Zhengyang's feet: "I lost, come on."

"dad!"

Zhao Chong turned pale with shock, and the "Iron Blood Youth League" who were showing off their might just now and the young and energetic villagers who supported Zhao Lie were also pale and at a loss. (to be continued...)