Di Xiang is a wandering lonely soul, quietly approaching the battlefield. Go to the *book* bar (www.pao8.com
At this moment, the sky is already dim and bright, and the visibility is gradually increasing, and objects within tens of meters can be vaguely seen.
The eye-catching purple cloaks and black uniforms of the Imperial Soul Team stand out among the green grass, making it easy to distinguish their presence. The other team has a striking combination of blood and black.
Whether at home or abroad, "black and red" is always a symbol of evil and sin, and it is easy for people to have negative emotions.
Di Cheng has never seen this group of people before, but the complex complexion of white or black, the facial contours that are different from the Oriental, and the special hair color of gold, brown or white, all clearly convey a message... international power!
It is also a powerful international force.
Standing quietly in the depths of the pasture, observing the combat effectiveness and momentum of the two forces at close range, in one sentence... There is a gap in strength, but each has its own momentum!
This melee unit of a strange force obviously has a crazy and desperate temperament, and its fearless fighting style is somewhat similar to that of the black military unit. It is indeed very powerful in terms of strength, whether it is fighting alone or in cooperation,
They are all worthy of praise, but there are still some gaps compared to the most advanced guards units in the world such as the Imperial Soul Team.
Fortunately, the advantage in numbers made up for this gap, making the battlefield a stalemate and a hard fight. They were unable to do anything to the Emperor's Soul Team, and the Emperor's Soul Team would not be able to defeat this force within a period of time.
Di Cheng had to lament that the world was infinitely large, and there were far more tyrannical forces than imagined. He once thought that in pure melee combat, Tianmen, who started with martial arts, had a huge advantage and could compete with Heiwu in the world.
The only ones left were the Saints and Skynet. Unexpectedly... Leng Buding showed up with such strength, and actually challenged the Emperor Soul in melee combat with cold weapons, and was not far behind!
Far away on the raging battlefield, there should be a confrontation between armed forces.
Cold weapons challenge the emperor's soul; hot weapons challenge mercenaries.
Could it be a certain royal family?!
The more Di Cheng observed, the more curious he became. First he saw a mysterious emperor, and then a mysterious royal family. Pao-shu_ba.8.) The incredible scene made Di Cheng suspect that it was Skynet's attack on Yu Wenhuang.
Snow takes action!
With doubts in his heart, Di Cheng avoided the various battle circles on the outside and approached inside. He wanted to see what happened.
This chess game is getting weirder and weirder, and mysterious forces appear one after another. The expectation was that Tianmen would become the protagonist of this storm in Outer Mongolia. Who would have thought... Yuwen Huangxue appeared... the mysterious emperor appeared...
What powerful characters will appear next!
"Sadin?!" Deep in the battlefield, Di Cheng's eyes swayed slightly, staring closely at the battle circle not far away.
There was a long-haired man covered in blood, a crazy figure fighting Gao Sen, who could it be if it wasn't Sardin?!
Di Cheng only met Sardine once, but this face... Di Cheng remembered it clearly!!
The perverted lunatic who was once wanted all over the world, the second quasi-emperor on the black list, and the leader of the royal Blood Angels—‘Satan’ Sardin!
Di Cheng frowned, and despite all the calculations, he had forgotten the existence of this ninth royal family. Did he subconsciously ignore this force, or did he not consider it at all!!
Sardin, the bloody angel!
Hiss... no wonder... no wonder...
No wonder the Black List ranked the Blood Angels at the forefront of the Holy Mercenary Group! Originally, I thought it was because Sardin's reputation was loud enough and his influence in Europe was far-reaching. I didn't subconsciously think that the Blood Angels were so tyrannical.
But now... Di Cheng truly felt for the first time... he underestimated the heroes of the world! He underestimated Sardin!
The Blood Angel is so tyrannical! Sardin actually has such a tyrannical melee force! It can challenge the melee force of the ‘Emperor Soul’!
Sardin, ah Sardin, I, Di Cheng, have really underestimated you!! You are indeed a super figure who was once powerful in the world, and you really have some abilities! These old monsters, old forces... are so strong!
But, who is that mysterious emperor? He can actually compete with Yuwen Huangxue! What is his relationship with Sardin? Why did the Blood Angel come to Outer Mongolia? Why did he get into a fight with the Saint Mercenary Group? Do the two sides have hatred?
Accidental encounter?
Yuwen Huangxue doesn't act according to common sense, and Sardin is even more of a psychotic lunatic. These two guys...
The doubts in his heart became more and more serious, and Di Cheng wanted to rush up to catch Satin and ask him carefully.
Di Cheng was silent for a while, his eyes moved around, and after passing through various battle circles nearby, he finally settled on the periphery.
There... there is a familiar guy...
Iron Whirlwind, Zhu Li!!
The former Hulunbuir strongman and Iron Leg Zang Kun were both masters of using their legs. In the Hulunbuir arena back then, the two of them were known as the Iron Legs Double Monster!
That year, when Zang Kun successfully completed his 100-game winning streak, Zhu Li also completed his 97-game winning streak. The gap between the two was not big.
If Zhu Li had achieved a 100-game winning streak earlier, he might have faced him in the first battle to create his own myth!
Zhu Li, it’s you! Di Cheng decided secretly, left the place quickly, and moved closer as quietly as a cheetah.
Zhu Li's attack is like a rainbow, violent and fierce.
Running wildly, with iron legs tumbling, like a raging whirlwind, he single-handedly resisted five Blood Wing masters, and completely took the initiative.
Those who use legs are good at attacking! Zhu Li is very similar to Zang Kun back then. When he goes crazy, he is like a madman who has lost his mind. He is domineering and arrogant, and he must take the initiative in every battle.
A hoarse roar rolled in his throat, Zhu Li's legs surged with strength, he rose from the ground, shot diagonally into the air, made a gorgeous large-scale spin, and drew a majestic arc with his right leg that was full of energy.
The overwhelming force of Mount Tai fell down.
The Bloodwing team members in front of them had just retreated. Before they could stabilize their bodies, they had no choice but to block with their fists. In an instant, a huge force surged forward. Click! Two trembling cross branches.
In the air, the already weak arm was broken. Zhu Li's iron leg slashed straight down without any hesitation, and continued to release his devastating power, smashing the shoulder blades of the Imperial Soul team member and knocking him to the ground.
"Arrogant!" Three members of the Blood Wings rushed out of the pasture at this moment. One of them jumped up and exploded in the air. The iron rod whizzed down. One person spun violently and slashed fiercely with the steel knife. Another person passed by with a short knife.
Stroke hard.
The three of them united and broke out, drawing three arcs of death.
Zhu Li, who had just landed, snorted disdainfully. Without any stagnation or thinking, his body squatted down. His strength was like a spring compressing, and it was released in an instant. When the three killing moves came, they shot straight into the sky like cannonballs.
Dangerous yet easy to break free from the encirclement.
As a true gold-level powerhouse, he has absolute confidence.
It tumbled through the air and plummeted to the ground.
"Ah!!" A sharp scream suddenly exploded from the grass below, and the remaining Bloodwing member shot into the sky like a cannonball, with a distorted face, crazy and ferocious, and the wide machete held in both hands rose up in vain, slashing out
The majestic arc of the road leads directly to Zhu Li.
The momentum seemed to split him in half!
"You're the one I'm waiting for!!" Zhu Li's expression suddenly became fierce, and his falling body suddenly leaned back. When the machete was slashing into the sky, he rubbed against it and fell down. As soon as his feet touched the ground, they suddenly rose up again and swept his legs.
He stomped out fiercely, hitting the Bloodwing member's lower abdomen hard, and the strong impact directly sent him flying out.
With a cold snort and a face full of disdain, Zhu Li turned over and fell to the ground.
I thought that the crisis had been eliminated, and I was also thinking about how to kill these four foreigners, and did not pay attention to other aspects.
The accident happened at this moment.
Just as his toes touched, Di Cheng sprang out like a cheetah, as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, like a stream of light passing behind Zhu Li. The moment they passed each other, his tense right hand suddenly struck like iron.
hammer……
Bang!!Crack!!
Zhu Li was caught off guard, as if struck by lightning. The right side of his face was deeply sunken and completely changed its shape. The broken bones pierced the skin and flesh, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Faced with the sudden and terrifying impact force, Zhu Li struck hard in just half a second.
He hit the ground and passed out on the spot.
Di Cheng stopped slightly, tore Zhu Li's hair, raised it up again, lay down, inspired his strength, and disappeared deep into the dense grass.
The whole process happened in a second. The battlefield was chaotic, the light was a little weak, and the grass was higher than the shoulders. No one paid attention to Di Cheng's appearance and what happened, including the four Blood Wings members.
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