Chapter 759: Eggs Touching Eggs (Page 1/1)

Helma was cut in Xu Lianshan's back, and angrily swung his mace at Xu Lianshan. This time it was fast and urgent, and it was naturally too late for Xu Lianshan to hide anymore.

He could only use the steel knife in his hand to block, and the mace collided with the steel knife. The steel knife in Xu Lianshan's hand was knocked away in an instant, and he was also hit by a mace on the armor in his abdomen.

The steel knife in his hand still played a little role, and the mace didn't have much force to hit his breastplate. Even so, the spikes on the mace pierced the breastplate, although it only left a few small holes in the cuirass and did not go too deep, but it was enough to seriously injure Xu Lianshan.

Xu Lianshan was beaten with a mace, and the person flew out upside down. He couldn't get up for a long time when he fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Helma roared wildly as he raised his hand and took off his cotton armor, revealing his shirtless upper body. Bulbous muscles bulged out of his body, and he slammed his mace to the ground.

Pointing at Xu Lianshan, he roared: "Come on! Come on! After speaking, he strode towards Xu Lianshan, Xu Lianshan covered his stomach with his hands, and there was already blood oozing out there.

The pain in his chest and abdomen made his eyes dizzy for a while, and he looked at Herma who rushed towards him. Just as he was dying, a figure rushed towards Helma from behind.

Jin Shilin brandished a half-steel knife in his hand and slashed at the back of Helma's neck, although his chest was still in sharp pain, he still rushed towards Helma without hesitation.

Helma seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and just as half of the steel knife in Jin Shilin's hand fell, he suddenly half-turned around and stretched out a hand to grab Jin Shilin's wrist.

Jin Shilin was shocked when he was grabbed by the enemy's wrist, and before he could react, Helma moved. Helma grabbed Jin Shilin's wrist and went back, bent over and threw Jin Shilin's entire body off his shoulder.

With the help of Kim Se-lin's momentum, a one-handed over-the-shoulder throw was completed in the blink of an eye. When he threw out of Kim Se-rim, Helma also let go of Kim Se-rim's wrist.

Before Jin Shilin could figure out what was going on, he was thrown out. The target was the direction in which Xu Lianshan landed, and he clearly saw Xu Lianshan move to the side, giving him a little space.

Jin Shilin, who landed on the ground, was thrown "Boom!" With a bang, the young man's face was cut by the frozen hard soil on the ground. He turned over and scolded Xu Lianshan beside him: "Are you a dead man? Why don't you catch Lao Tzu? The lost Lao Tzu sacrificed his life to save you! ”

Xu Lianshan also recovered a little at this time, and he also said angrily: "Lao Tzu flew over before he could catch his breath, if Lao Tzu didn't hide, it would be one corpse and two lives, and you kid would pay for it!" ”

The corners of Jin Shilin's mouth twitched, and a wry smile appeared on his face. This time, they really can't escape, even if the Changxing Army Brigade can kill the Jurchen armor soldiers, they can only take revenge.

He said helplessly to Xu Lianshan: "Brother! It looks like we're in a catastrophe today, this guy's mace is too powerful! ”

Xu Lianshan was not happy when he heard this, and argued: "Fart! What is this horse called, I don't deserve to carry shoes, my handsome mace has never been injured, and anyone who is hit will turn into pulp! I'll tell you! It's not bragging, last time ......"

Helma, who came over, was angry when he heard Xu Lianshan's words, and he had never lost to others in terms of strength. Hearing Xu Lianshan say that he was not as good as the person called Dashuai, he was immediately angry.

He roared at Xu Lianshan: "Go and die! After killing you, I'll go to the big guy you said I was talking about, and I hope he will take me a mace! ”

Just as he was about to kill him, a rock flew in the distance. The stone was not big, only the size of a baby's fist, and the stone was impartial and straight in the middle of Helma's bright head.

Although the stone was not big, it was enough to break his head and bleed. There was a fierce glint in Helma's eyes, and he turned his head to look in the direction that had attacked him.

I saw three people running from the chaotic battlefield, and Helma was stunned when he saw these three people. Not because of how powerful these three people were, but because these three people turned out to be a gray-haired old man, a child of twelve or thirteen years old, and a fat-headed and big-eared businessman.

It was a child of twelve or thirteen who threw the stone, the old man had a wooden fork in his hand that turned the hay, and the merchant was a big fat man with half a door panel in his hand.

Just as Helma was stunned, another stone struck Herma. Helma was still wondering when the civilian who appeared on the battlefield was hit in the forehead again by a stone.

Blood flowed down from the broken wound and into his eyes out of the corners of his eyes. Helma had never suffered such a loss, and rushed towards the three of them with a roar.

His heart was already filled with rage, and only by tearing apart the enemy in front of him could he vent it. The three people in front of him were his target, and he couldn't run with a foot injury, so he could only stride towards the three of them.

The boy of the three ran up to Herma as fast as he could, and as he ran he pulled out a pebble-sized stone from his bosom again.

Helma saw the boy rushing up, swung his mace and smashed it. The boy paid attention to Hurma's mace as he ran, and the moment the mace fell.

The boy lay on his back on the ground and passed through Herma's legs, not only dodging Herma's fatal blow, but also smashing a pebble into Herma's egg.

This time it was a stone egg touching a meat egg, and no matter how strong Helma was, he couldn't stand such a heavy blow. He immediately threw away the mace, covered his crotch with both hands, and lay on the ground howling violently.

The old man followed, and put a fork around Herma's neck. The merchant with the door panel flew up and smashed it under him and on Herma's body.

Helma, who was still possessed by the killing god just now, was subdued by the three people in a blink of an eye, and the rapid change of the scene made Xu Lianshan and Jin Shilin feel like a dream.

The old man smiled at the two and said, "Master Jun! Are you alright? You've done enough in the past two days, so we'll leave it to you here! Rest first! ”

Jin Shilin and the others knew how powerful Helma was, and couldn't help but remind: "Be careful! This man is very powerful......"

Before Jin Shilin could finish the reminder, Herma, who was lying on the ground and was controlled, grabbed the pitchfork with both hands.

The pitchfork made of hardwood was broken by him, and Herma, who was in trouble, snatched the pitchfork and hit the old man, who spat blood and fell to the ground.

He sat up again, flipped the merchant over on his body, grabbed the door panel and slapped it on the merchant's fat body. The door panel shattered immediately, and the merchant screamed silently.

Herma, who had escaped from the ground, struggled to get up from the ground, picked up her mace and shouted, "You all have to die!" Give me all death! As he spoke, he limped towards the boy with his mace.

The boy looked in horror at Herma, who was approaching, and he stepped back step by step. The look in Herma's eyes weighed him down like a mountain, and his little face was full of horror.

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