Bang bang!

Bang bang!

Two inhuman muscular monsters, fearless of pain, tirelessly stood in place and fought wildly,

You punch me, I kick you back!

The passionate battle of punching to the flesh and hitting the blood really makes Leng Kong feel like his whole body is burning wildly!

The blood is boiling endlessly, the body temperature rises sharply, a large amount of heat seeps out of the pores, and the perfect muscle groups are still full of power and beauty even if they are twisted into twisted flowers, like a god that cannot be looked at directly, but its twisted and deformed grimace makes it think of a demon drilled out of hell!

Bang bang!

The solid muscle layer was blasted in a large area, and Oliba finally punched the side of the cold empty jaw, and was slashed in the thigh by a violent blow from the cold air, and his body was suddenly crooked.

"A little more. Give me a little more passion! ”

The red light of the cold sky ghost eyes burst out, and at the same time, the fist hit the roof of Oliba's jaw, directly hitting its crooked figure and straightening it.

"Fight!"

Oliba was full of risk, but under the terrifying pressure of the cold sky, his fighting spirit was already crazy, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, and his death battle style of ignoring defenses was added, and his body did not forget to sweep his face from the side of the cold sky while bearing the attack.

Laugh at!

Strong fingertips cut the corners of the cold empty mouth, bringing out a large string of blood beads,

"Almost. I almost had a pleasurable orgasm! ”

The entrance of blood and water, the fishy smell is full of mouth, the ferocity of the stimulating cold air is even more intense, the black eyes and white pupils are faintly red, and the palm of his hand is a knife and a blood hole is stabbed in Oliba's body.

True Hands: Magic Gun! (Hand knife)

Boiling blood, surging war will, burning passion, violent anger, adrenal hormones soaring, the brain is also frantically secreting a variety of hyperactive hormones,

All this makes the cold air cool, don't want it!

The long-lost "sense of life" makes him feel as if he is back in the desperate ring!

No. And that's not all!

Because Oliba's rock-solid muscles and unparalleled strange power far surpass those of boxers, the cold air fight is more enjoyable and more expensive than before!

The extreme pleasure of the spirit is superimposed on the extreme pleasure of the physical eruption, and it is simply the climax!

"It's not going to beat me!"

Oliba's teeth have been bitten and bleeding by himself, but his fist is still strong and blasted into the cold sky,

Zheng!

The fist hit the extreme diamond body, and a metallic sound erupted,

Laugh at!

Then the waist was pulled out of a bloody hole by the cold sky real magic gun,

"Hard!"

"Let my blood burn a little longer, let me enjoy it a little longer!

The cold sky roared excitedly, the magic spear was pulled out, and the elbow protruded forward and a dark red deep depression appeared on its upper ribs,

"Ahh

Oliba roared in rage,

I don't know if it's because of the surge in adrenal hormones, or because he is too resistant to pain, his body is continuously slammed, as if he can't feel pain at all, he attacks against the cold air, and the black thick giant arm raises high and hits the cold sky heavenly spirit cover,

"If your skills were a little better, I would be even happier! Ahaha"

The cold empty mouth pulled to the limit on both sides, and the corners of the mouth that had been scratched were torn a few inches again, and the hideous smile was even more terrifying.

Oliba's techniques are too simple, and they are all brute force oppression moves, and there are only a few attack routines to come and go, so it's not too easy to see through.

After three years of penance, the cold sky has already made the two tigers flow four large, the pre-reading first, and the limit of the distance control of the floating cloud immortal technique. Waiting for the fist to be forged into a physical instinct.

Even if it is against Gang, Oliba, who can only fight purely with pure muscles, is also very disadvantaged.

Oliba himself knows this very well, but there is no way, Leng Kong's physique is also at the monster level, and his skills are not as good as others, and he can't beat other playing styles, so he can only have a hard top!

"Not as fast as me, and dare to do such a large movement?"

The eyes caught a glimpse of Oliba's raised giant arm, a cold smile bloomed, and his left hand became a knife and stabbed upwards quickly.

Laugh at!

The blood flower bloomed, and half of the palm was inserted into the muscle layer of Oliba's forearm,

"Drink!"

Oliba roared, his eyes cracked, and his equally high left hand fell with a huge sound of wind, and he shouted coldly,

"Anyway, it's too slow!"

The black hair of the cold sky danced wildly, and the magic spear came out again, and its forearm was half-penetrated again, and a large amount of blood and water flowed out and dripped down the elbow edge of the cold sky forearm.

"Ho ho. Burst! ”

His hands were all held by the cold air, Oliba was not shocked and happy, and opened his mouth to pour out a large stream of blood towards the cold empty face.

Skill: Cover your eyes with blood!

At the same time, the head is extremely tilted back and is ready to use the fierce mallet.

This is his tactic, using self-harm to restrain cold empty hands, although only for a moment, but it is enough for him to release the head hammer for a real hard hit.

Otherwise, he really has no hope of victory.

Because his skills are not as good as others, he often resists several times before he can return a blow, and as a result, he is blocked by the four large exploding muscles of the cold air fusion.

If you continue like this, you will die, it is better to go straight to the head!

Headhammer?

The face was sprayed with a large splash of blood, and the vision was instantly blood-red, but the cold sky didn't even blink his eyelids, and the terrifying ghost eyes revealed a terrifying and fierce light under the scarlet blood, and the hideous laughter erupted, and the head was also extremely tilted.

Playing with yourself?

Don't you know that the hardest part of your body is the skull? Boom

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded like a thunderbolt in the sky, and a large number of white air waves suddenly exploded from the head collision point.

How great the superimposed power of Cold Sky and Oliba is, how powerful the impact is,

At the moment of the collision, the brain tissue shook violently under the terrifying shock force, and the cold sky fell into a trance with only a bang, and at the same time, the blood overflowed from the seven orifices at an extremely fast speed.

However, Oliba was even worse than him, because Leng Kong heard the sound of his skull cracking before he was in a trance, and the blood was not overflowing, but bursting out from the seven orifices, and the appearance was really miserable to the extreme.

Although the brain is still in a trance, the battle instinct of hundreds of deaths makes Leng Kongqi continue to combo.

His hands were quickly pulled out of Oliba's forearms, and they stabbed straight into his chest and abdomen.

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Two flesh-piercing sounds burst out in succession, blood splashing,

At the same time, because Oliba was in a dizzy state, his muscles could not be tensed, and this time he inserted it especially deeply.

Leng Kong's right hand pierced through the middle of his chest, his fingertips broke through the flesh and almost reached his cervical vertebrae, and his left hand went deep into his abdomen, cutting his intestines into several pieces.

If it weren't for the resistance exerted by his thumb, Leng Kong believed that these two magic spears would have pierced Oliba's body,

"Vomit puff"

But the terrifying crisis of dying also instantly pulled Oliba's consciousness out of vertigo, but Leng Kong didn't give him a chance to react.

The magic spear was drawn, and the left hand was supported by a blow to his jaw, and his right hand was raised and struck three times in a row on his eyebrows, philtrum, and chin like lightning.

Cong Yun three in a row!

"Who am I?"

"Where is this?"

"What am I doing?"

Oliba, who had just forcibly recovered from vertigo, suddenly fell into a trance again after another violent blow to his head, and a philosophical trilogy flashed through his mind.

(End of chapter)