The two ceremonial chiefs summoned sumo wrestlers of different races this time, although they did not have weapons in hand, but the momentum and huge size also greatly boosted the morale of the mercenaries.

Dapeng They couldn't help but stop and watch when they heard the figure, anyway, the source of the flame was gone, and this place was saved. The rest can be put out by his subordinates, and they will have to wait and see this battle between humans and ghosts.

The two big men just spread their legs apart, and their bodies pressed down, and the momentum was immediately revealed. And they seem to be coated with similar polished oil, so that the alien fire can do nothing against them.

Tianhong stabilized his body and mind and let out a long breath. The brain began to work rapidly, and since the alien fire did not harm the special shine outside the sumo wrestler's body, it was necessary to withdraw some of the alien fire first, and then erase their layers of defense first.

The two big men saw that the strange fire under Tianhong's feet had changed back to the size of flames, so they rushed over even more unscrupulously.

Tianhong sneered, this is the time he was waiting for!

He tapped the five sheep plate, pulled the fig leaf on his body, and greeted him in the same sumo fashion.

But just after making a move, I immediately saw the difference.

He used the Chinese wrestling skills, not the alien skills. Just by looking at his face, he carried the big man on his left behind him.

Wrestling originated in China, but some sources suggest that it originated in ancient Greece and was eventually established by the British.

Tianhong had studied martial arts, so he knew that this thing was recorded 4,000 years ago as "Chiyou Opera". Later, with the progress of society and the improvement of rules, it was called "wrenching" and "cornering". During the Ming Dynasty, it was introduced to foreign races along with Chinese martial arts, and only then did they have sumo wrestling and judo.

What I did on purpose today is to clear the source of the underworld in this Chinese world. Let them see who the ancestors are!

I wanted to knock it down with a back fall, but it really confirmed my previous idea. The oil on the big guy's body is not only fireproof, but also a lot more slippery. Tenhiro made a back fall, but he could only hang a layer of oil as dense as honey from his arm.

But at this moment, the big man's other hand had already grabbed Tianhong's head, and he just sent it down, and directly pressed Tianhong to the ground.

Thanks to the fact that there is no hair on the top of the head, the big man can't catch Tianhong who rubbed against his body because of the slippery nature on his body.

Tianhong just slammed his back on the ground, because of the cushion of the armor, he didn't cause substantial damage.

Taking advantage of the big man's miss, he quickly turned on the spot, bone-to-bones under the other guy, sat on the ground and hugged his thigh, and lifted it upward, so that it could also taste the treatment of Tianhong just now.

"Bang"! Five or six hundred catties smashed on the ground, directly smashing out a human-shaped mimeograph.

Tiansheng lifted a few handfuls of dirt onto the big man who fell, and even if another one came to help, he learned the posture of a dog digging the soil, and raised several handfuls before he got up.

With a "greeting" to Tianhong, the big man who was still standing on the ground lowered his head and rushed straight over.

Stretch your arms forward, as if you want to be prepared to catch Tenhiro in advance. But how could Tianhong be restrained, he just bent down, took a step forward, and nimbly dodged under the guy's arms.

Holding the sumo wrestling waist from behind, an upside-down green onion leans back. But Tianhong was the only one who folded over, and the oil on the big man's body saved his life again.

Tianhong didn't wait for it to react, and immediately took advantage of the situation to sweep the hall and directly threw it into a dog to eat.

Taking advantage of the difficulty of getting up of the big man, Tianhong picked up the sand again as if he wanted to bury them alive, and threw them on it again and again. The guy who fell down before wanted to get up, but Tianhong went up and kicked it directly in the face. Then the action of plowing the soil is repeated.

It didn't seem to be a bit enjoyable, and Tianhong took advantage of them to get up, kept repeating these movements, and even found a few gaps, and even smeared them with his own hands.

After being covered with sand, the oil can be turned into one by one with a push like a big snot falling on the ground. Tianhong didn't seem to think it was clean enough, so he took their hands and ran on the ground.

By the time the two big men finally stood up, Tianhong had already stood in front with his arms crossed for a long time.

"Strange fire, enjoy your barbecue feast!"

The dark green monster that rose again swallowed the two big guys directly into their mouths. Just like wrapping Tianhong, it also wrapped two pieces of high-quality oil refining materials in it. I only listened to the sound of "crackling" mixed with a few wails, and instantly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

There were only two black cokes left on the ground, and orange-green flames erupted from time to time.

"Zhu Jiu!" "Scythe Baby!"

After a burst of black smoke, what appeared in front of Tianhong turned out to be a guy dressed in an alien ancient hunting robe, holding a thin sword that was not a fan, but a bright and flickering sword.

The other was even more terrifying, about the same size as sumo wrestling, dressed in ancient prison uniforms, but carrying a huge black scythe with iron chains around the back of the scythe and wrapping around its body.

"Fuck! So it's warming up here! Tianhong scolded, but still stepped forward to meet him.

These two ceremonial chiefs are a bit interesting, whether it is to warm up or play cards, the bombs are left behind. Judging from each of their slogans, these two puppets should be the final bosses.

But fortunately, this time it's something different, and there's no need to distinguish which is which.

Zhu Jiu, who wears a pointed hat, really has the style of the protagonist of Huaxia Zhuxian, the yin wind blows the hem of its clothes, and the appearance of the bursts of it is quite chivalrous and immortal.

However, the big man next to it had a fierce appearance, and before the chief could dance, he rushed over on his own.

The scythe in his hand made it play with a tiger, and the iron chain originally played the role of lengthening the weapon, so it was more convenient to retract. Judging from its skill and the way it uses its weapons, this giant scythe is more like a rope dart in Huaxia.

Its weight of four or five hundred catties was not at all what this weight should be, but it was as agile as a monkey, and after the sickle was thrown out, it did not hit Tianhong, so it immediately wrapped the iron chain around its arm and quickly retracted it.

Tenhiro only got close twice, and was smashed back by the tip of the scythe. The third time, he learned well, and when the sickle flew out, he hurriedly dodged and rushed forward.

Unexpectedly, the big man immediately dragged the chain back to the sickle, and before the sickle could come closer, he kicked it out again.

"Bang"! Tianhong couldn't react, and was hit by the giant weapon in the chest again, and flew out more than ten meters away at once.

Wiping the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Tianhong's eyes widened angrily: "What the hell is this, I really think Lao Tzu is a cat!" ”

"It's ten minutes, it's time for me to make a move!" Somber pushed open the door and walked in leisurely.