This collision was too sudden and violent, so that Yang Hao had no chance to resist at all, and the gun in his hand was thrown away.

The man also rubbed his head, but compared to Yang Hao, it was as if he was fine.

Yang Hao was still in dizziness, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Hao's collar and lifted it, and with a turn of his body, he carried Yang Hao to his shoulder, and fell over the shoulder, throwing Yang Hao to the ground.

This almost knocked Yang Hao to a fork. However, because of this, the dizziness in the head has also been reduced a lot in the pain.

The heads of the two were probably only more than half a meter apart. Yang Hao glanced at this person and immediately recognized who he was.

This is exactly the soldier under the blonde captain, Kogi's older brother, muscle.

Before Yang Hao could speak, he saw the muscles lift one foot. Yang Hao didn't care about the pain in his body, and dodged to the side. The muscular foot almost rubbed Yang Hao's back and stepped on the position where Yang Hao's original head was.

Yang Hao flipped a few times, ran out of three or four meters, and half-knelt on the ground looking at the muscles not far away.

"Hmph, I haven't seen you for a few years, and my reaction and vigilance have been much worse, so it seems that I have to teach you again." The muscles clenched their fists while saying to Yang Hao, and at the same time, the joints of the fists also made a "crackling" sound.

At this time, Yang Hao's head still had a little dizziness, but his eyes didn't dare to leave his muscles. As long as there is a big mistake, then the attack of the muscles will come to you like a storm.

How big the muscular body liliang is, Yang Hao couldn't be clearer. Even if there is no progress in the past few years, it is not something that you can resist.

Suddenly, the muscles activated, and the legs suddenly exerted force, running straight towards Yang Hao.

At the same time, Yang Hao also moved. But instead of rushing towards the muscles, he pounced on his left front.

It's not wise to fight hard with muscles, and Zuihou must be the one who dies.

Yang Hao is not a random direction. Fang Xiangshang, who pounced in front of him, was lying quietly on the ground with his sniper rifle.

The speed of the muscles is very fast, but because of this speed, Yang Hao passed by it, and came to the side of the muscle. Yang Hao rolled on the ground, held the sniper rifle firmly in his hand, lay on the ground and pointed the muzzle of the gun, and shot without hesitation.

"Bang!"

When he passed by Yang Hao, his muscles were secretly bad. Without even turning his head to look, his muscles immediately stopped rushing forward and jumped to the right. After that, the gunfire of Yang Hao's sniper rifle appeared.

The muscles reacted quickly, and if he moved any more slowly, he would have to eat a bullet. But it's a pity that Yang Hao's hurried shot failed to hit the muscles.

The muscles dodged a shot, rolled on the ground and stood up, running towards Yang Hao again. Yang Hao didn't have time to load the bullet, threw the sniper rifle aside, stood up at the same time, and pulled out his pistol.

And the muscles are not unresponsive. As he ran, Muscle pulled out his knife and threw it directly at Yang Hao.

Yang Hao saw a glimmer of cold light, and the shot that was about to be fired was also held back, and he dodged the flying knife on one side, but this gap that was not even half a second had already made the muscles come to Yang Hao.

"Bad ......"

Yang Hao just felt that he didn't feel in his heart, and the fist of his muscles had already come. Yang Hao could only give up shooting again, and tilted his head back.

With a "whew", the muscular fist waved in front of Yang Hao with a hint of wind. Just listening to the sound of the wind, you can vaguely judge the liliang of the punch of the muscles.

If you are caught off guard by such a punch, I'm afraid you can even break your bones, right?

Dodging this punch, Yang Hao retreated again and again, expecting to be able to get out of the attack range of his muscles. But the muscles are not stakes, Yang Hao is retreating, and the muscles are closely following, and a punch and kick barely leave Yang Hao's side.

The attacks that can be dodged, Yang Hao is trying to dodge as much as possible. And the punches and kicks that can't be avoided, Yang Hao can only use his body to carry them. But the fists and feet of the muscles were too big, and Yang Hao resisted once, and he would feel a burst of pain in his arms and legs.

And the muscles are very smart, and they have been sticking to their bodies, so that their guns can't be pointed at him at all.

Blocking the muscle's hook again, Yang Hao seized the opportunity and raised his right foot to kick the muscle's abdomen.

But the muscles seemed to know Yang Hao's thoughts, and instead of dodging Yang Hao's kick, he also raised his right foot and kicked Yang Hao's stomach violently.

The two separated.

The muscles were kicked back by Yang Hao's kick for three or four steps before stopping, and he almost fell to the ground, grinning his teeth, obviously this kick was not light.

But Yang Hao's side was directly kicked away by the muscles.

Yang Hao, who fell to the ground, didn't even have Liliang who stood up for the time being, his expression was dull, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to vomit, and the unfired pistol in his hand also fell aside.

The muscles did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, stood in place and rested for a while before recovering, looked at Yang Hao who fell to the ground, and said coldly: "The captain has told you very clearly, in this dungeon, if you meet again, it will be the enemy." I'll give you one more chance, stand up, and if you can't kill me, then it's you! ”

Yang Hao endured the severe pain and slowly got up, picked up the pistol again and stood not far from the muscles.

Yang Hao is not at all sure now. No, it's fair to say that there is not much hope of surviving. In his current state, he is not a muscular opponent at all, and Yang Hao also feels that his hand holding the gun is still trembling uncontrollably.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Hao looked at his muscles and suddenly shouted, "Come on!" ”

The attack of the flip and the pain on his body made Yang Hao also annoyed.

"Hey!"

Muscle smirked and rushed over again.

At the moment when the muscles moved, Yang Hao's pistol was raised in an instant, and it was a shot aimed at the muscles.

The muscles subconsciously dodged to the side. Don't look at the muscles and body is very strong, in addition to strength, his speed is not slow. The short-distance displacement is like a teleportation, and now Yang Hao's hands are trembling, and the aim is no longer so accurate, so this shot was still dodged by the muscles.

However, Yang Hao had already guessed such a result. After one shot, Yang Hao began to shoot again and again, and at the same time retreated backwards.

One bullet after another also forced the muscles to dodge to the side and hide behind a large tree.

Yang Hao's pistol "clicked" and the bullet was empty. The sound was very small, and the battlefield was not far away, and the sound of gunfire drowned out a lot of this sound. But the muscles not far away still heard.

Knowing that Yang Hao was out of bullets, the muscular figure instantly burst out from behind the tree, and at the same time threw something over.

The moment Yang Hao ran out of bullets, he pulled out a magazine. When the muscles burst out, the empty magazine in the gun had just come out of the gun.

Muscle threw something over, although it looked black in the night, I don't know what it was, but what was thrown at me, could it be a good thing?

Without thinking about it, Yang Hao dodged to the side.

That thing flew past him, and Yang Hao's heart sank.

At such a close distance, Yang Hao had already seen what it was to take things.

It's a grenade. But when he saw that this thing was a grenade, Yang Hao's heart rose to his throat.

He knew, and he knew what muscles thought. In such places, throwing grenades is definitely an act of inciting hatred. There was an inexplicable explosion in his rear, and his soldiers would definitely send out a part of them to search for him. But Muscle is not a person with a low IQ, and this grenade certainly did not pull the tab.

But I was delayed in loading the magazine because of this thing. The distance between the two is very close, and these times are enough for the muscles to gain an advantage.

Sure enough, the grenade flew out for a while, fell to the ground, and never moved again. But when Yang Hao inserted the magazine into the gun, he didn't even have time to press the release button, and the muscles were already in front of him.

"Smack!"

With a wave of his muscle fist, he did not hit Yang Hao, but hit the gun in Yang Hao's hand, and immediately knocked Yang Hao's pistol out and landed seven or eight meters away.

At this moment, Yang Hao's weapon was deprived, and there was no room to even fight back.

Although he still had a saber on his body, Yang Hao had already been close to his muscles, and under the stormy attack, he didn't have time to draw the knife at all.

Yang Hao's situation fell into the same situation as before.

But this time, his resistance was not as tenacious as before. Kankan dodged for a minute, and a punch of the muscles hit Yang Hao's stomach.

Yang Hao bent down in pain, but a knee below appeared in front of Yang Hao again. The next moment, his knee was pressed against Yang Hao's chin.

The powerful liliang and concussive force from under his chin directly caused Yang Hao to lose his combat effectiveness and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, Yang Hao only felt that he was lightheaded, and his hands and feet didn't obey him.

Muscle looked at Yang Hao who fell to the ground, and just looked at him coldly without saying a word. Then he walked up to Yang Hao, grabbed Yang Hao's neck with both hands, and lifted him up directly.

Yang Hao's feet left the ground at once. The muscles took Yang Hao a few steps, attached Yang Hao to a tree, and pushed him against the trunk.

His neck was choked, and Yang Hao's face turned purple. The respiratory system was sealed in an instant, and Yang Hao kept struggling, his hands constantly hitting the elbows of the muscles. But the muscular arms were like two iron tongs, pinching Yang Hao's neck and never letting go at all.

Soon, Yang Hao's brain began to lack oxygen, his eyes began to slowly turn black, and his consciousness began to blur.

Fortunately, Yang Hao did not forget the weapons left on his body. With difficulty, he reached for his knife and pulled it out with the hilt.