Regardless of explosiveness, evasion, speed......

Liu Shenjiang is a little stronger than the fog warrior in front of him.

But the opponent's durability and defense far exceeded his expectations.

Liu Shenjiang wanted to turn around and return to help several times, but was caught up by the fog warrior and dragged back into the battle.

Thanks to the addition of the new force of the Junshui base, it was really slowly retreating to the edge for a while.

At the edge of the fog, the figure disappeared silently.

The second bait resisted a little too fiercely, and needed a bit of a golden mean to reconcile.

……

"Sukabule!" （****！ ）

A bearded man with a tall nose scolded angrily, grabbed the ridiculously strong "zombie leader" in front of him, and slapped him fiercely.

Boom!

A small circle of mist rose between the two brains, almost splashing a circle of sparks.

This bearded man actually flew the fog warrior whose whole body was harder than steel, and he didn't fall into the disadvantage at all.

"Anatoly, hurry up and get it done."

"I'm sorry my Andre, I probably won't be able to handle him, his skull is even harder than mine."

Anatoly shook his head, his head mallet was enough to smash the ordinary construction mecha, but it fell on this "zombie", and the impact just now made him slightly dizzy!

This made the arrogant Anatoly extremely dissatisfied.

"Hahaha...... Our anatoly must have been drunk from the vodka of our homeland. ”

"Shut your damn mouth, I wouldn't mind shoving this pulse cannon into your PY."

"Sukabule!" Anatoly roared again, slamming into the foggy man who had risen again.

Two bodies more than two meters tall collided violently.

Rumble!

As if a high-pressure grenade had been detonated.

Anatoly was bounced off the ground and rolled to the ground with a dirty face, but his mouth was full of swear words.

"I really want to get to know its mother."

Anatoly felt like half of his body was numb, but the will to fight had filled his brain like crazy.

The companions around not only did not make a move, but cursed

"I don't think we'll be able to kill him."

"This is a great zombie king!"

"Hah...... Yes! A laughing Northern Siberian warrior was swept away by a spiky tentacle that suddenly burst out of his side.

"Oh shit, old Ivan's head was swept away by that tentacle."

"My dearest brother Ivan, rest in heaven."

The other guy drew a cross in front of him and picked up a stout anti-tank bazooka.

“RPG！”

An elongated battle roar.

Old Ivan's head was blown to shreds along with the tentacles that spread out of the shallows.

"Harashu!" (Good!) ）

There were enthusiastic cheers all around.

Old Ivan will surely have eternal life in heaven!

Bang!

As a result, in the interval between a few people being slightly distracted, Anatoly, known as the Belga War Bear, was once again overheaded.

Although the fog warrior seemed to be miserable, and his whole body was covered with those sunken fist marks, he was recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"We may need to be rerouted." Anatoly spat on the most cowardly words and did the most reckless things.

He lunged forward again.

Sorry, his dad didn't teach him what it was to step back when he was a child.

But just as the Nth collision was about to happen.

A swirling black shadow slammed into the air and stabbed back.

Like a hurricane rolling out, Mars suddenly appears.

The fogist's neck was split in half, revealing oozing white bones.

"Damn it, who are you!" Anato's native goose language questioned the cloaked figure in front of him.

"運(うん)のいいやつだ." (Good luck for you.) ）

The mysterious man spoke lightly.

Although Anatoly couldn't understand this, he clearly knew that this was a warrior from the Neon Country, and it was showing some kind of contempt.

Anatoly raised his arms to smash the figure into the air, when a strong gust of wind erupted from the front of his fist.

But the mysterious man had already taken the first step into a cloud of black smoke, and a large bulge instantly floated on the ground.

Five meters away, a white smoke of opposite colors rose from it, and his figure flashed out of it.

- Rock Dragon Escape.

The fogist with his neck crooked looked back at the mysterious man angrily, and the hatred climbed directly to the highest, and he pounced frantically.

The mysterious man jumped lightly, without performing his trademark stepping, just a normal jump as if he was flying low.

The fogger sprinted frantically and quickly disappeared from view.

The team from Northern Siberia looked at each other.

"Oh, I swear in my grandmother's name, I must be dreaming."

"It's those sinister neon people!"

"Anatoly, you've got a big bargain."

The team remained indifferent, not at all rejoicing or remorseful.

That feeling......

Rather, it was like Anatoly had done something sorry for them.

……

……

Shakuhachi's voice sounded melodiously again.

The distant fog boiled again.

This time there was no need to make a judgment, because it was far away to be able to hear the terrifying roar.

Liu Shenjiang, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly felt a cold murderous machine behind him, and took advantage of the kung fu to dodge and slash out with a backhand.

Boom!

A violent backlash came.

Liu Shenjiang looked back, couldn't help but gasp, and scolded angrily: "Another head!?" ”

The second fogger knelt on one knee, pressed the five fingers of his right hand to stop the retreating trend, and stared at Liu Shenjiang with scarlet eyes through the dispersed black smoke.

And it was clear that the two foggers knew each other.

They made a brief eye contact.

Although they were full of fear of each other, after a second, the two fog warriors looked at Liu Shenjiang fiercely at the same time.

This time, Liu Shenjiang finally fell into a bitter battle.

In addition to not being able to step into the air, the two [Fog Warriors] whose strength was comparable to that of the 9-star battle king, launched a siege on Liu Shenjiang.

The battle is at a stalemate.

With the addition of the second batch of Lost Corpses, the defense line of the Junshui Tribes finally collapsed.

A ranger pilot was directly bitten through the wrist by the three-headed corpse, and with a forceful pull, half of his arm was torn off.

The Ranger pilot wanted to speed up and get out of the air, but the Zombie with his fighting instinct exerted his amazing bouncing power.

The six corpses jumped up in unison and slammed the Ranger Pilot down.

Crazy biting sounds.

Bloody and disgusting.

Kong Yan was wearing a pitch-black Great Qin Shi mecha, and a slash with more than 50 tons of momentum swept out, and after briefly clearing the corpses in this area, he turned his head and shouted:

"Captain!"

Liu Shenjiang turned around, used his back to resist the combined attack of the two foggers, snorted, and rushed back to the side of the team with his strength.

The arm was rounded, and the blade rolled up a white mist and swirled and slashed towards Kong Yan's side.

- Cutting the waves!

Bite!

Iron and gold strike.

Two waves of qi compressed to the extreme staggered.