Chapter 1981: Blood Eagle! (2/2)
All the villagers were deeply shocked by Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie's amazing shots, and for a while they forgot to shout.
Even Li Yao was secretly shocked, feeling sincerely admired for the weird and fierce techniques on the evil soil.
The absolute strength of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie is naturally far inferior to him, a super-class powerhouse of the transformation of gods.
However, their squeezing efficiency on life and spirits has reached an incomparable degree.
To be simple and rude, if Li Yao has 100 points of life and soul, he can display 105 points of combat effectiveness.
Then they may have 20 points of life and spirits, but under the urging of various extreme techniques and deadly magical powers, they can stimulate 30 points of combat effectiveness!
The immortal cultivators who created these techniques and supernatural powers, and even the whole piece of evil soil, are all evil hybrids, but they are indeed-evil geniuses!
Li Yao remained silent, perceiving the psychic operation method of the two evil masters, learning the essence of it, and preparing to integrate into his own psychic operation model.
”Old Yao...”
Hante pulled Li Yao's robotic arm with some worry.
”Don't worry, look again.”
Li Yao shook his soul and entered information into the depths of Hante's brain, ”Your master still has the power to fight.”
Between the armored chariots, it has become a sea of blood claws and fists.
As the dust flies in the sky, only a red and a golden stream can be seen faintly, and a deafening sound like the collapse of a tall building can be heard. Even if everyone cranes their necks, they can't see the process of fighting between the two.
When it was said that it was too late, there was a huge scarlet ghost claw in the sand. Everyone thought it was Zhao Lie’s attack and failed again. Who knew that this scarlet ghost claw seemed to have his own will. Grabbing an armored chariot serving as a guardrail, ”click” tore off a steel plate from above, and smashed it heavily into the dust!
Just listening to Gu Zhengyang's muffled hum, the bronze streamer dimmed instantly, and in the sand, there were blood shadows!
”what!”
Hante, Liuli, and the villagers who supported Gu Zhengyang all exclaimed.
”it is good!”
The villagers who supported Zhao Lie inevitably cheered loudly.
Only Li Yao said affirmatively: ”The outcome has been determined, and the village chief has won!”
”What—”
Hante and Liuli were slightly startled as they were about to speak. A heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the dust. The **** claws disappeared without a trace. Instead, hundreds of arcs condensed together. His fists rushed out and threw an armored chariot into the air. It took more than a dozen times in mid-air before it landed heavily, smashing it into a ball of scrap iron!
In the sand and dust, except for a heavy gasp, there was no sound.
The dust gradually settled.
Everyone held their breath, stared wide-eyed, and looked into the dust.
The first thing that was exposed from the sand was Gu Zhengyang.
His body was dripping with blood, and there was almost no good meat, especially the six crisscross blood marks on his chest, almost showing the white bones.
His right arm was black and wrinkled, like a withered vine, hanging weakly on his shoulders and shaking, looking extremely embarrassed.
And across from him...
Zhao Lie's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened to the limit, a wisp of red smoke came out, and the blood eagle tattooed his chest was deeply sunken, and he couldn't return to normal for a long time. There were countless metal fragments in his body, all of which were broken after the steel plate broke. Made the ”bullet”.
Gu Zhengyang used a fist to tear the steel plate apart and shot it out like bullet fragments, deeply inserted into Zhao Lie's body. Zhao Lie couldn't hold it anymore. He knelt on one knee in front of Gu Zhengyang, supporting with trembling hands. The red smoke coming out of his mouth gradually condensed into sticky 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 think that he would lose at all. His eyes were filled with incredible and painful light. After adjusting his breath for a long time, he trembled: ”Your strength...recovered?”
Gu Zhengyang was silent for a moment, and said: ”You want to heal immediately.”
Zhao Lie grinned and smiled miserably. Using his hands and knees together, he crawled for two steps, climbed up to the sword that he first inserted into the ground, slammed the sword out, and threw it towards Gu Zhengyang. At the feet of Gu Zhengyang: ”I lost, come on.”
”father!”
Zhao Chong was shocked. The ”Iron-Blooded Youth Corps” and those young and energetic villagers who supported Zhao Lie were also pale and at a loss.