Regardless of explosive power, dodge power, speed...
Liu Chenjiang was stronger than the fog warrior in front of him.
But the opponent's durability and defense far exceeded his expectations.
Liu Chenjiang tried to turn around and come back for help several times, but he was caught up by the fog warrior and dragged into the battle again.
Thanks to the addition of the new force from Junshui Base, it was actually slowly retreating to the edge.
At the edge of the fog, the figure disappeared silently.
The second bait resisted a little too fiercely and needed some moderation to temper it.
…
"Sukabule!"(****!)
A bearded man with a high nose swore angrily, grabbed the ridiculously strong "zombie leader" in front of him, and gave him a hard headbutt.
Boom!
A small circle of mist rose between the two foreheads, just shy of a circle of sparks.
This bearded man actually pushed Wu Shi, who was as hard as steel, into the air without falling into any disadvantage.
"Anatole, hurry up and get it done."
"Sorry my Andre, I may not be able to handle him, his skull is actually harder than mine."
Anatoly shook his head. His headbutt was enough to smash an ordinary mecha, but it happened to miss this "zombie". The impact just now made him slightly dizzy!
This made the arrogant Anatole extremely dissatisfied.
"Hahaha... our Anatole must be because he didn't drink the vodka from his hometown."
"Shut your damn mouth, I don't mind sticking this pulse cannon into your PY."
"Sukabule!" Anatoly roared again and bumped into Wu Shi who was getting up again.
Two bodies over two meters tall collided violently.
boom!
It was as if a high-voltage grenade had been detonated.
Anatole was severely ejected and rolled to the ground with a disgraced face, but his mouth was full of swear words.
"I really want to meet his mother."
Anatoly felt that half of his body was numb, but the will to fight had filled his brain crazily.
The companions around him not only did not take action, but instead cursed
"I don't think we can kill him."
"This is a great zombie king!"
"Ha...ah!" A laughing Northern Siberian warrior was swept up in his head by a stinging tentacle that suddenly jumped out from beside him.
"Oh damn, old Ivan's head was swept away by that tentacle."
"My dearest brother Ivan, rest in heaven."
Another guy made a cross in front of him and picked up a thick anti-tank rocket launcher.
"RPG!"
A drawn-out battle cry.
Old Ivan's head and the tentacle spreading from the shallows were blown to pieces.
"Hala Shuo!" (Okay!)
There were warm cheers all around.
Old Ivan will definitely get eternal life in heaven!
boom!
As a result, while a few people were slightly distracted, Anatoly, known as Belga's Fighting Bear, was pushed away again.
Although the fog warrior looked miserable, with dents and punch marks all over his body, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"We may need to change our route." Anatole spat, saying the most cowardly words and doing the most reckless things.
He rushed forward arrogantly again.
Sorry, his father didn't teach him the meaning of retreat since he was a child.
But just when the Nth collision was about to happen.
A spinning black shadow suddenly fell to the ground in mid-air, and turned around with a knife.
Like a hurricane rolling out, sparks suddenly appear.
The fog warrior's neck was split in half, revealing the oozing white bones.
"Damn it, who are you!" Anatole asked the figure wearing a raincoat in front of him in an authentic goose language.
"Lucky(うん)のいいやつだ."
The mysterious man spoke calmly.
Although Anatole didn't understand this sentence, he clearly knew that he was a warrior from the Neon Kingdom, and that he was expressing some kind of contempt.
Anatole raised his arm arrogantly and tried to smash the figure away, but a strong gust of wind burst out from in front of his fist.
But the mysterious man had already filled the air into a black smoke, and large bulges instantly appeared on the ground.
Five meters away, white smoke of opposite colors rose, and his figure flashed out of it.
——Rock Dragon Escape.
Wu Shi, whose neck was chopped crooked, turned back angrily to look at the mysterious man, his hatred rising to the highest level, and he rushed towards him crazily.
The mysterious man jumped up lightly, without performing his trademark walking in the air. Just a normal jump was like flying at a low altitude.
The fog warrior sprinted wildly and quickly disappeared from sight.
This team from northern Siberia looked at each other.
"Oh, I swear on my grandmother's name, I must be dreaming."
"It's actually those insidious neon people!"
"Anatole, you got a big deal."
This team still looked nonchalant, showing no rejoicing or regret at all.
That feeling...
Instead, it seemed that Anatole had done something to feel sorry for them.
…
…
Shakuhachi's voice sounded melodiously again.
The fog in the distance boils again.
This time there was no need to judge hard, because you could already hear the shocking roar from a long distance away.
Liu Chenjiang, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly felt the murderous intent behind him, and took advantage of the opportunity to dodge and slashed out with his backhand.
Boom!
A violent backlash came.
Liu Chenjiang looked back, couldn't help taking a breath, and cursed angrily: "Another one!?"
The second smoker knelt on one knee, pressed the five fingers of his right hand to stop his retreat, and stared at Liu Chenjiang with his scarlet eyes through the dissipating black smoke.
And it was obvious that the two foggiers knew each other.
They made eye contact briefly.
Although they were wary of each other, a second later the two fog warriors looked fiercely at Liu Chenjiang at the same time.
This time, Liu Chenjiang finally fell into a hard fight.
Two [Fog Warriors], whose strength was comparable to that of the 9-star War King except that they could not walk in the air, launched a siege on Liu Chenjiang.
The battle reached a stalemate.
With the addition of the second batch of zombies, the Junshui tribe's defense line finally collapsed.
A ranger pilot was bitten through the wrist by three zombies, and with a strong pull, half of his arm was torn off.
The ranger pilot wanted to accelerate into the air and escape, but the zombie with fighting instinct used its amazing jumping ability.
The six mysterious zombies jumped up in unison and suddenly threw the Ranger pilot down.
Crazy biting sounds sounded.
Bloody and disgusting.
Kong Yan was wearing a pitch-black Daqin Shi mecha. He slashed with more than 50 tons of momentum. After briefly clearing the area of zombies, he turned around and shouted:
"team leader!"
Liu Chenjiang turned around and used his back to resist the combined attacks of the two fog warriors. He grunted and used his strength to rush back to the team.
The arm was swung round, and the blade rolled up a white mist and whirled towards Kong Yan's side.
——Cut the wave!
Ding!
Gold and iron clash.
Two extremely compressed air waves passed by each other.
