When Zhuo Yitian came to the viewing area, he saw Luo Li grazing a small orchid-like hand across the enemy's Adam's apple in a high-speed sweep.

Half of the man's neck in the robe was torn open on the spot, blood spurted wildly, and his bulging eyes slowly softened. Luo Li was hit in the back of the heart by the iron fist swung by another person, and snorted, and her lips were flushed.

But she was sneering.

There were three left, and she had completed the first step.

Zhuo Yitian's whole body was already stiff, and he didn't have the slightest hint of joy. She herself chose to play after having a general idea of the average strength of the Gorosem players, which can be seen as a strong belief in it. She was unwilling to investigate the case until today, but at the last moment, she retreated because of her lack of strength.

She knew very well that this was not a killing ground that she was qualified to set foot in, and Luo Li was also too far away.

However, Luo Li won the duel with the British, and the sword wound had not yet healed, and now a pair of four was actually staged. Lian Jiazi has a self-contained aura concept in terms of the perception of the strength of others, Zhuo Yitian can see that those four guys are far stronger than Luo Li, but now one of them has fallen.

This is an unrealistic result, just because Luo Li is burning.

She's burning her life in some weird way.

The only thing Luo Li can do better than her opponent is speed, and from the beginning of the battle, she has greatly used this advantage. None of the people from the Robe Gang and the Broken Water Flow were armed with weapons, and they didn't know if they had the consciousness of returning to their roots, or if they realized that weapons could not play any role in Chen Mo.

Their fists and feet are as hard as steel, even heavier, heavier, and more devastating. Luo Li was punched three times in a row, but she still stood upright, which was far beyond the ** strong horizontal she could achieve.

Thinking of the strange fruit that the girl had taken before, it seemed to be the same as the one fed to Chen Mo, Zhuo Yitian was slightly stunned.

She still can't bear to watch it, such intensive challenges are coming one after another, even if Luo Li can survive this one, what should she do next? There were still a few old guys on the enemy side who didn't appear, and even Chen Mo looked gloomy when he mentioned them, and now, ......

Zhuo Yitian had never hated her powerlessness so much, she knew that Luo Li was just working hard for Chen Mo, and for that femme fatale, everything else in this world was worthless.

This kind of relationship was undoubtedly pathological in Zhuo Yitian's eyes before, but now, she has to change.

Zhuo Yitian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then beckoned to a galaxy guard, "I want to talk to your president." ”

Obviously, someone had already greeted him, and the guard did not show the slightest strange expression, and quickly sent a special phone call. The dwarf president's voice still sounded so harsh, and he smiled like a weasel about to steal a chicken, "Dear princess, I'm watching the live broadcast. What, you finally remember to owe me an answer? ”

"Let me go, I know you have a way." Zhuo Yitian said calmly.

"What's going on?" The dwarf snorted twice, "Do you want to help Miss Luo fight the enemy together?" You're out, and even if I can get you back on the pitch with a gimmick like a repechage, neither my mind nor my emotions will allow me to do that. It's too dangerous, I don't want to see anything happen to you. God testifies, the one you were knocked out of, I drank two whole bottles of Romani to celebrate, you know, I've been out of alcohol for a long time. ”

"You don't even want to help with such a small favor, and you still want to go to Lao Tzu?" Zhuo Yitian's hand holding the phone tightened, and his tone remained unchanged.

"My dear, I'm looking out for you. Besides, I finally provoked a little reaction from you, and if I follow your wishes at this time, wouldn't that be lifting a stone to shoot myself in the foot? Although Miss Luo is also a beauty, in my mind, she is far from you. Gorosem dies every day, but today it's just a little more beautiful, and you should learn to adapt. In the world, there is nothing that cannot be lost, and friends are the insignificant part. God, I really love the way you frown, I'll have to ask the surveillance room to send this video in a moment to commemorate the first time you took the initiative to talk to me......"

The phone clicked and cracked in Zhuo Yitian's hand.

The previous Galactic guard bowed respectfully and left, while the others stood nearby, intentionally or unintentionally, with guns in hand. Zhuo Yitian glanced at these guys, then looked at the girl who was struggling in the field, and slowly put the nail of his right index finger on his left forearm.

As early as in China, a touch signal transmitter was implanted in her body. As soon as the flesh is cut and removed, a tracking signal is fired, and Interpol will take immediate action.

Now is not the time to close the net, if you act rashly, it is likely to ruin the entire layout that has been in place for a long time. But she couldn't care too much about it, whether it was Chen Mo's madness or Luo Li's paranoia, it made her realize that they were also desperate for the last bit of what to hold onto.

The difference is that they only have each other to rely on.

Zhuo Yitian's nails just cut through the skin like cutting paper, but the form in the field suddenly changed. Like a wooden man, the bronze corpse stiffened from the audience to the edge of the stands, fell upside down, and fell into the arena on all fours. Since Luo Li reported that two people participated in the competition at the beginning, although the bronze corpse appeared halfway now, it was not a violation. The guards who had been rushing back one after another, stopped by the shouting order coming from the wireless headphones.

Luo Li escaped several killing moves in a row, and as soon as he fled to the vicinity, he didn't think about it, so he hid behind the bronze corpse.

The man in the robe gang who chased after him had long been red-eyed because of the tragic death of his companion, and suddenly there was an additional opponent before the meeting, but he was very excited, the tiger roared and jumped high, and a thunderous punch slammed into the bronze corpse that had just stood up.

To be exact, the bronze corpse was "erected" straight.

When the man noticed this, the cold hairs on his whole body suddenly exploded. His shot was indeed too fast and too fierce, and the domineering punch had already smashed into the face of the bronze corpse, and the iron mask that had been shapeless was equivalent to being embedded in the latter's flesh.

At the same time, the man's fist and entire arm were out of shape.

As if the urchin was stabbing a popsicle at the rock, the man watched as his fist shattered, cracked, and divided into countless parts that were bound to be irreparable, and the broken bones and flesh exploded evenly in the air.

He thought it was the opponent's head that would burst open, and this punch can be said to have carried out a lifetime of cultivation and burst out every bit of potential.

So after the fist was broken, the whole arm also went all the way to the end, and under the reaction force of the opponent's skull, it broke and exploded one by one happily.

The man in the robe began to scream hysterically, and the shock was so great that he couldn't believe that he had hit a certain part of the human body, and that it was actually a person standing in front of him.

He was only halfway through his scream, and the screams turned into a faint grunt, like spitting bubbles in the water while holding his breath.

The bronze corpse pressed one hand on his shoulder, and the other hand was inserted into his mouth, tearing most of his head along the roof of his mouth.

The two masters of the broken water flow stopped, stood in the distance and did not dare to go up again, their faces were not as if they were seeing ghosts, but they were facing ghosts at all.

Luo Li swallowed the churning blood and was about to pounce, but was stopped by a stretched hand.

She stared at the bronze corpse that had just thrown away most of its head, unsure if the latter was a reflex or if she really wanted to stop herself.

The bronze corpse tilted its head, and its gray-white eyes looked at her fixedly, for a long time, and then turned to the people of the R country.

The crumbling bones of the joints rubbed against each other, and he took a step forward with his shins, and then crouched and jumped, and he pounced like a giant predatory tarantula.

(To be continued)