Because Yang Sheng violated the rules first, his death did not cause any follow-up turmoil. The Galaxy side announced that the winner of the boxing match was No. 11 Luo Gaoye, that is, the bronze corpse.

Chen Mo was a little unaccustomed to hearing the name of the bronze corpse at first glance. This guy thinks that he is regarded as a mysterious master by the audience, and as for himself, he seems to be playing a special partner in some sense.

Partnering with a dead man is strange from any point of view, but for Chen Mo, the feeling of the bronze corpse following behind him made him feel extremely reassured.

Dead people don't have scheming, Chen Mo cares about this very much.

When he reached the docking, he stopped from a distance, sensing that there were more uninvited guests on board.

"A friend came to the door." He frowned.

Of course, the bronze corpse would not answer him, and the tall figure was slightly slumped, and his face was still wearing a twisted iron mask, like a partner who could not speak.

The crooked third child was still quite annoyed before pushing open the door, but his mood suddenly changed when he walked into the room. The boat was so large that more than 20 brothers had been searching for nearly half an hour without finding anything. The crooked third child couldn't figure out how the kid surnamed Chen drove the boat here. Now I can't find anyone, I can't go if I want to, I want to stay and I'm afraid, and the taste can only be said to be dumb eating wontons, and I know it.

What kind of ruthless character Chen Mo is, the crooked third child knows very well. He had seen all those live footage, and had found that compared to the other party, Xiang confessed ferocity and bravery were simply equivalent to the mucus secreted by mollusks.

The girl lying on the hospital bed at this moment made him find that the essence of the male surname had returned to his body and was flourishing. The girl is from country Z, surnamed Zhuo, he has seen her play right with the little devil, and then it is a pity to lose. If you don't run on the rivers and lakes often, it is naturally difficult to understand the truth of killing people. The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and although the little devil's final comeback is unexpected, it is also reasonable.

The people of that country have been kicked to death by Chen Mo, like dealing with a weightless brute. How do you look at it, the beautiful big girl is lying here, in a coma, her eyebrows are slightly lame, and her pale face is very moving.

The crotch of the third child propped up the huge tent, and he could feel something that was changing rapidly, burning like a soldering iron. Because of his talent, he got his nickname from his third leg.

A woman like Zhuo Yitian, let alone make it, even if you don't see it. He felt that he should not give up this opportunity to be sent to him, there is a girl who does not go to the sky to thunder, let alone a rouge horse, in some ways, maybe he should really thank the people of the R country.

The Living Dead is a bit of a sight to behold, but the crooked third doesn't think it's a good time to have fun. He took off his pants in three or two, stared at Zhuo Yitian's face for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more lustful he became, and finally let out a low roar and was about to move.

The sound of gunfire came at this time, only a short sound, and the crooked son and the third child froze on the side of the bed, and he was impotently discarded on the spot.

The cabin was quiet, so quiet that the muffled sound of human bodies falling down one after another, and the crunching sound of bones being twisted off, were clearly audible. There were no screams, no begging for mercy, only these movements that reminded people of death at the first sound of death, kept coming, and gradually approaching.

The door was quickly pushed open from the outside, and the third man was facing the young man who appeared in front of him, and his three legs shook together.

Chen Mo saw the other party standing on the side of Zhuo Yitian's bed with a bare ass, looking like he was about to feast, and his face suddenly turned hideous.

"Robes again?" Chen Mo stepped forward step by step.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business......" The third crooked son is also a practitioner, but at this moment, he completely lost the courage to do it, and his guttural voice trembled to the tip of his hair.

"Did your pants fall off on their own?" Chen Mo came to him, grabbed his throat with one hand, and pressed it against the wall.

During those twelve hours, Luo Si also taught Chen Mo a few other small flower jobs, and he never had a chance to try whether it was easy to use.

Chen Mo went straight to this room when he got on the boat, and he didn't deliberately clear out the members of the robe gang in other places except along the way. After the heart-rending wail of the crooked son and the third child came out, those fellow disciples rushed over one after another, they all carried firearms, and they were all good old birds, after seeing the situation clearly, none of them dared to rush into the room.

Although Luo Si did not pass on the authentic tendon splitting and wrong hands, he roughly explained the "small hand" routine. Chen Mo regarded the crooked third child as the test subject, and pecked his fingers above the other party's hairline and knocked it, inserting his nails and flipping them off, and immediately opened the skull.

Smelling blood, the bronze corpse removed the mask from its face and approached slowly. The lights in the room were very dim, and when the crooked third son saw that his Tianling Gai was thrown to his feet by Chen Mo, he happened to be crushed by the copper corpse, and his eyes rolled when he landed, and he almost didn't catch it in one breath.

However, when he saw the appearance of the bronze corpse clearly, he really understood that for now, a happy death was what he needed most.

The bronze corpse was like a child scooping watermelon with a spoon, and ate the brain of the crooked child. He has no lips, juice is dripping from between his broken teeth, and the crooked third child is not dead, and he can still hear the sound of the other party chewing.

Under the hysterical fear, the members of the robes gang were the first to roar, and the firearms began to fire violently. The crooked third child was shot into a sieve on the spot, and the warhead exploded a little spark on the copper corpse, Chen Mo took a few steps back and blocked in front of Zhuo Yitian's bed.

The next action of the bronze corpse surprised Chen Mo - he finally saw what Luo Si called "the simplest judgment consciousness".

The movement of the bronze corpse when it pounced out of the room was not stiff and sluggish at all, and even Chen Mo's bullet time could not be compared to it.

It turned out that he had to be beaten before he became conscious.

Chen Mo looked at the few people who were lying down in an instant, and the other guys who were struggling and struggling, stunned and speechless.

Zhuo Yitian's injury has stabilized and his recovery momentum is good. When she woke up, she was taken aback when she looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then turned her gaze to Chen Mo, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen Mo was lying on the edge of the table, dozing off, and the bronze corpse was also sitting on another chair, gnawing on something that seemed to be internal organs, and his mouth was dripping with blood.

Zhuo Yitian could see at a glance that it was a dead man, and at such a terrifying moment, she found that there was a strange serenity between Chen Mo and the bronze corpse.

Two days later, Chen Mo switched to the undifferentiated event for the first time, designating Broken Water as his opponent.

"I will play as many as they come, and if they don't dare to play, I will get out of the game as soon as possible." Chen Mo stared at Olivia's stunned gaze and said flatly.

The water broke and did not refuse the challenge, and the pride of being a samurai made them give up teaming up and only appeared alone.

The name of the fighter is Nishimura Shouyuki, a master of the ninth stage of the broken water flow. He once competed with an Aikido kicker in country R, throwing a piece of paper and swiping it in the air, and the paper was silently divided into two parts, as if it had been cut with a knife. This hand was revealed, and the kicker immediately walked away, and everyone knew that this was a completely different realm from opening a rock.

But Chen Mo is not a rock, nor is it paper.

In the first shot of the opening, Nishimura Toshiyuki was hit in the abdomen with a heavy punch, and the surface was unharmed, but most of the internal organs were rotten to the point of being unorthodox. He fell down heavily, and for a moment he did not die, only then did he realize that all those mastery and skill of power were worthless in the face of the opponent's faster, stronger and more ferocious moves. Just like a fox facing a tiger, even if the former can play with his minions, it will never be able to block the tiger's blow.

Chen Mo finally picked up Nishimura Shouyuki, ripped off his head and threw it to the stands. Dozens of people in the boxer's viewing area were pale, and they were almost unable to control themselves because they were so enraged by his malicious provocation that they could hardly control themselves.

The live broadcast team of NVC TV presented the event in front of the audience in its entirety. Starting with the first publisher, the Gorosem Boxing Tournament became the new favorite of major video sites overnight, and pirated remakes turned fees into free, and skyrocketing click-through rates.

Although the videos were all deleted within hours, the bloody footage and the seething Galactic members in the Super Bowl caused a global uproar.

Galaxy Group is naturally not stupid enough to set up a logo in the venue, and the mosaic treatment of members' faces also eliminates some unnecessary troubles. And for those who have a heart, it is not complicated to want to follow the vine.

R country, Gunma Prefecture, Akagi Mountain.

Although there are no people to enjoy the flowers this season, there are still many outings. After Okazaki and his party entered the mountain, they met several elderly couples holding hands and walking slowly, they were sitting under the tree, eating rice balls, and their faces were filled with tranquil happiness.

Okazaki was looking for the same old man, but it wasn't the same one. In fact, he felt that it might be more appropriate to describe the other party as an old beast.

Along the winding trail, all the way to the deep mountains, until the road gradually disappeared, and no tourists were to be seen. The deeper and deeper forests cover the sky, and it is difficult to discern the direction inside. Okazaki felt for his compass and listened to the chirping of Kiyoetsu birds, feeling like he was in another world.

A few hours ago, he was still at the Tokyo headquarters, enjoying the honorable treatment of the leader of the sixth generation of the flail society. Now he had to run here, like a wild dog stalking his prey, hoping to find the old man a moment earlier, so that this call for help could get off to a good start.

After reaching the deep valley, Okazaki ordered his men to wait at the mouth of the valley and walked slowly and cautiously himself. He was already sweating, hot and thirsty, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed when he heard the rumbling water.

Turning around the squat hut, Okazaki saw a waterfall and an old man.

The old man's hair was extremely long, knotted, and draped over his back, and the clothes he was wearing were no longer distinguishable from their original color. Like a silver dragon, the waterfall soars down from the cliff and pours into a deep pool, stirring up a white mist. He sat on the edge of the pool, supposedly soaking wet, but when the mist came to him, he could not enter an inch, as if he had hit an invisible shell.

"Mr. Aoki, I've found one of the hermits in country Z. He fought in country M and killed many of us. Okazaki bowed respectfully, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had treated someone with such an attitude.

At the same time as the old man stood up, Okazaki vaguely felt that the momentum of the waterfall was stagnant, and he was stunned.

"Do you know what's your last name?" The old man asked calmly.

Okazaki lowered his head, not daring to look at those shining eyes, "The surname is Chen." ”

(To be continued)