Chapter Twenty-Seven: Self-Cultivation Without a Teacher (9)

Thinking of this, he instructed himself: This has been blown out, and it must be blown to the end. Then the brain whispered: Hand me your folding long sword.

The left arm of Unit 2 pressed the mechanism on the shield, and the folding long sword instantly bounced up, stretched into an extremely sharp giant sword, picked it up and threw it at Unit 1.

Zhai Yunxiao gritted his teeth, controlled the No. 1 machine to pick up the giant sword, inserted the hilt of the giant sword into the broken forearm of his left arm with his right arm, and then pressed the mechanism on the shield with his right arm to pick up the long knife that popped out. The blade plus the handle of the knife is taller than the height of the No. 1 machine, mighty and domineering, and eerie and terrifying. Zhai Yunxiao barely stood up, and stood in front of dozens of mecha with a sword and a sword, standing proudly and unyieldingly.

He stood in front of the No. 2 fuselage, waiting for the last moment with Liang Yimeng.

Damn, can't you finish today's little minion? It's different from the movie!

The enemy mechs rushed up, as if to keep them alive, and instead of firing, they were armed with daggers or axes, hoping for a cold weapon duel between the mechs.

Zhai Yunxiao used all his strength to play the combos he had used countless times on the game console: middle punch - front middle punch - middle punch - front is shaking heavy punch, fuel consumption, and a mecha was split into two pieces from the body to the head by his dragon sword and picked up in the air. Punch - heavy punch - rear charge before punch, another mecha was pierced by a long sword, and the soldier was stabbed out of the cockpit by a sword of machine No. 1 like a skewer of mutton, and fell to the ground like a rotten persimmon bar!

Liang Yimeng behind her also wanted to stand by and watch, she found that the one-eyed cannon at the head of the second machine was still good, so she let the second machine reluctantly sit up, and kept adjusting the direction of the head to fire fiercely at the enemy. For a while, several enemies were also hit by cold shots, pounced on the ground, and were instantly mended by the No. 1 machine.

Just like fighting against a master in front of a game console, Zhai Yunxiao wants to use the last drop of residual blood to send out all the super special moves that can be used, releasing all the lethality, and whether he can create a miracle depends on the creation.

The swords flew together, the cold light flashed, and the move was aimed at the opponent's cockpit, and countless mechs were shattered under the trick of the No. 1 machine, and countless soldiers were cut off in the mecha cabin and died on the spot. In a few moments, the wreckage of the mecha was piled up like a hill.

But two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that there is only one arm left in the No. 1 machine. Just as he stabbed another mech, his hand slipped and did not stab the pilot. The mecha was leaking oil and bleeding, but it didn't lose its combat effectiveness, and grabbed the arm of the No. 1 machine fiercely, Zhai Yunxiao wanted to break free but couldn't.

The pilot of the mecha was also crazy, he had already put life and death aside, and he didn't care about the huge steel knife inserted by his side, and the handboard lever turned the mecha ninety degrees with his life, and pinned the dagger from the broken arm of the No. 1 machine. The pilot was also squeezed into a meatloaf in the cockpit by the giant sword, and the mecha collapsed with a bang.

Zhai Yunxiao didn't have time to pick up the giant sword, and he was shaking his fist backwards, and the long knife was slashing and splitting to the left, which was already a random move.

At this moment, several giant axes that had cut over their blades came from behind at the same time, but fortunately, the mecha of the No. 1 machine was strong and did not hurt Zhai Yunxiao, which frightened Liang Yimeng to exclaim behind him.

At this time, there were also a few planes that went around to Liang Yimeng's back through the flanks, and pressed the shoulder of the No. 2 machine, and without waiting for Liang Yimeng to react, a mecha axe slashed at the one-eyed cannon of the No. 2 machine, and slashed together with the shells that were just about to be discharged.

With a bang, the head of the second machine was blown away with an axe, and a mecha grabbed the front of the body and kicked the second machine to the ground, exposing the cockpit to the enemy's cannon barrel.

Zhai Yunxiao was anxious, and when the No. 1 machine wanted to turn around and rescue, the giant mecha suddenly made a move, and the oblique stab escaped Zhai Yunxiao's sight to kill, the cold light flashed, the giant axe slashed, and the only arm of the No. 1 machine was broken in response, and the other enemies cooperated with the tacit understanding and slashed on the leg of the No. 1 machine, and the No. 1 machine finally knelt down.

The two mechs dragged the two stump arms of the first machine and dragged it to the side of the second machine.

Zhai Yunxiao only felt that the engine oil was sprayed arbitrarily in the cockpit, and when he thought of the autocratic and dictatorial rule of the Gordon family, he was unconvinced: I can fight again. He tried to get the No. 1 machine, which had broken his leg, to sit up.

Liang Yimeng prayed with tears: Surrender, don't get up again.

Zhai Yunxiao let out a long sigh and shed tears: I don't care, I'm afraid that they will ...... you He couldn't bear to go on.

Liang Yimeng began to be heartless again at this time, or pretended to be calm: Are you afraid of anything to me, rape first and then kill? Hee-hee.

Zhai Yunxiao smiled bitterly: You are really open-mouthed. Phew. , Gordon. Puttler, you dead fat man, Lao Tzu abolished your pretending weapon today, see what you will do tomorrow to show off your might in front of the people of the whole country?