Looking at the fallen Wuzhi, Wang Yaowen turned his head to look at his comrades-in-arms, and grinned: "Brothers, are you handsome?" ”

Boom......

The first tank to come fired a cannon at Wang Yaowen, which was a howitzer with a diameter of 188 millimeters, which could collapse a small two-story building with one blow.

Where Wang Yaowen was, a large amount of smoke and dust rose.

However, immediately after, the tank driver saw a black shadow slowly walking out of the smoke and dust, and Wang Yaowen only had a small piece of scorched black on his face.

"Is it another time to fire without saying hello? In that case, it's not much fun, so let's do it, brothers. ”

Wang Yaowen yelled, tore his shirt apart, revealing his solid muscles, and then he took a big stride and rushed towards the tank group.

Boom Boom Boom ......

One shell after another smashed on his body, and then exploded, however, in the billowing smoke and dust, Wang Yaowen approached the tank at great speed.

I saw him raise his hands and hold the barrel in front of the tank tightly, and then, he actually lifted a whole tank up, and threw it out violently, crashing into a Wuzhi in the sky, and beautiful fireworks exploded in the sky again.

And the other storm warriors no longer hesitated, the other people's martial arts flew to their heads, and the tanks were driven in front of them, the meaning was clear at a glance, that is, they were here to kill their storm army.

And these people in the Storm Legion, not to mention that they are not afraid of the sky and the earth, but there is only one thing that they are most afraid of, that is, someone will come to do them, not only are they not afraid, they are also very happy.

I saw a storm warrior holding a steel pipe in his hand, Lan Yuanli instantly attached to it, he looked up at a martial arts, and then threw the steel pipe out with all his might.

Under the cover of Lan Yuanli, the steel pipe instantly penetrated Wuzhi, and immediately after, Wuzhi exploded.

There was even one person who rushed towards the tank army, he didn't have Wang Yaowen's King Kong-like skin, but in the face of the bombs from the tank, he could dodge very quickly, and then, he rushed into the tank group and began to jump on the tank.

On each tank, he only stays for a second, and in that second, he slaps his palm on the tank's iron.

A strong internal force penetrated in, and the tank driver inside was shocked and bled to death.

On the other side, a soldier holding a long stick jumped up, jumped to a height of more than forty meters, grabbed Wuzhi, and then sent the long stick and stopped at the position of the propeller above Wuzhi, only to hear a piercing metal collision sound, Wuzhi propeller instantly bent, Wuzhi lost his balance, and fell diagonally.

Yan Beifeng, who was eating in the cafeteria, got Ding Lei's report, and then heard the huge roar outside, he had already walked out slowly with a plate, looked at it with big eyes, Yan Beifeng swallowed the rice in his mouth, and said casually: "Old Ding, you inform the Qing Emperor, just say that Fang Yunjian betrayed his previous promise and attacked us." ”

After that, Yan Beifeng turned around again and went towards the cafeteria, and he didn't want to care about the outside affairs at all.

"I'll contact the Blue Emperor." Ding Lei said.

Suddenly, Yan Beifeng stopped, turned his head, and said, "Wait, it seems a bit inappropriate to attack us, let's just say that Fang Yunjian has tested our strength a little." ”

And in that tank group, Wang Yaowen and others were playing the rise, and, with the spread of the movement here, a large number of storm soldiers rushed over, and then happily joined the battle, tearing the plane with their bare hands, smashing the tank with their steel fists, and having a lot of fun.

As Yan Beifeng said, this is not an attack at all, but just a temptation, since Fang Yunjian wants to be tempted, let him open his eyes and take a good look at why the Storm Legion is called the strongest force on the land of all China.

It's not a fight, it's a farce, a game for the Stormstorms.

And for those soldiers of Fang Yunjian, this was simply a nightmare.

"." Xie Rongjun, who was in the rear, looked at the scene in front of him, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Squad leader, are you going to go?" Tuoba Mountain, which was as strong as a hill, stood behind Xie Rongjun and asked in a deep voice.

"Slaughter those arrogant guys." Xie Rongjun roared angrily, and he was already stepping on the tank and rushing over.

A Storm Warrior had just smashed the entrance above the tank with a punch, killing the driver inside, when he felt a powerful force coming from behind.

The storm warrior was not good in the dark, he had already turned around quickly, and what he saw was a sharp blade that quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Burst......

Blood splattered in all directions, spilling more than eight meters away, and the storm warrior was even split in half by Xie Rongjun from head to toe.

This was the first victim among the storm warriors, and this accident also attracted the attention of other storm warriors, and the first one to notice was Wang Yaowen.

"." Wang Yaowen scolded angrily, shook his hand into a claw, and plunged into a tank, and then he lifted the tank with one hand and threw the tank out suddenly.

The tank smashed into Xie Rongjun.

Xie Rongjun just jumped up, and after easily dodging, he quickly rushed forward, raised his big knife, and aimed at Wang Yaowen to cut down.

In the face of Xie Rongjun's knife, Wang Yaowen just slowly raised his left hand, and directly dragged the blade with his palm.

"Hard work?" Xie Rongjun was slightly stunned, and then Wang Yaowen's fist was rapidly enlarged in front of Xie Rongjun.

Xie Rongjun took a step back, and after dodging the attack, his eyes lit up and he looked directly into Wang Yaowen's eyes.

Wang Yaowen was about to continue the attack, but suddenly, his head was dizzy, and he faintly felt like he was in a coma.

Xie Rongjun sneered, facing Wang Yaowen, who had no resistance, he had already slashed at Wang Yaowen's chest, and then, he stretched out his other hand and pressed the back of the knife stiffly, with a huge force, Xie Rongjun swung the knife and slashed through Wang Yaowen's chest.

In the friction, the blade cut through Wang Yaowen's King Kong skin, a large amount of blood flew out, and a terrifying huge wound appeared on Wang Yaowen's chest.

"Tuoba." Xie Rongjun shouted in a deep voice.

Tuoba Mountain was already rushing from the rear, his steel fist was clenched, and he punched Wang Yaowen's head down, preparing to completely kill Wang Yaowen.

Suddenly, a figure like the wind flashed, instantly blocking in front of Wang Yaowen, he looked directly at Tuoba Mountain, and calmly faced Tuoba Mountain's huge fist.

When the heavy punch was about to smash into his face, he suddenly raised his left hand and slapped it lightly on Tuobashan's wrist, which had already knocked Tuobashan's fist out of the way.

Then, he raised his right knee and slammed it into Tuobashan's abdomen, knocking him over.

The right hand swept slowly, just in time for a slap on Tuoba Mountain's face, sending him flying straight out, the huge body spinning in the air, and then slamming to the ground.

Flicking his sleeves, the man turned his head to look at Xie Rongjun.

And at this moment, everyone had stopped what they were doing, and the storm warriors were standing not far away, looking at the figure that was not tall, but incomparably majestic, it was the strong man who had led them to defeat the ancient martial arts troops many times, the military master of the storm army, the descendant of the Hidden Dragon Sword, Yan Beifeng.

(End of chapter)