"Gong Qinghong, you want to change the court, everyone has their own ambitions, I don't blame you."

Cao Cang's eyes swept past the burly Wei Meng, and he didn't seem to care about putting this 'Jiu Wan' with a smiling smile in his eyes, nor did he care whether he was tricked or not.

His eyes stared at Gong Qinghong, who was smiling, and raised his hand to the terrifying head on the ground, "But they didn't stand in your way, why did you attack them?" ”

"Those who achieve great things are not informal."

Gong Qinghong smiled on his face, and said in a flat tone: "This simple truth, do you still need me to teach you?" ”

"Shallow? Your vertical and horizontal sequences are still as thick as ever. ”

Cao Cang smiled coldly, and then looked at Wei Meng, "You dare to accept this kind of person's 'ten thousand words'?" ”

"Why don't you dare?"

Webon's rugged face was full of disdain.

"This world is originally respected by the strong, only the skills are inferior to others, and the weak eat the strong. Where do so many fucked up people have deep and righteous feelings, and they don't owe each other? ”

The strong man sneered, "The rumor's eyes are as small as a needle, and it is only a matter of time before the people under him want to change the court." ”

"Small-minded? It just so happens that my heart is not big. ”

Cao Cang's lips pursed into a line, and his right hand was raised, shoulder-high.

The bare palm was not wrapped in any bionic flesh and blood, and the slender fingers flowing with cold light gradually opened, and a mechanism slipped open in the palm position, spitting out an iron rod the length of an arm.

"Originally, I didn't like to say so much bullshit nonsense, but in the past, I used to do it too many times without saying a word, and I killed a lot of innocent people. So I want to suppress the killing heart, reduce the heart of the ape, and subvert the horse. ”

As he spoke, the iron rod quickly deformed and extended in Cao Cang's hand, and in a sonorous sound, it expanded into a six-foot iron long stick.

The long stick pointed forward and aimed at Wei Meng, who was full of terrifying momentum.

"But if I don't kill you today, I'm afraid Lao Tzu's mood will be even more unhappy."

"Sure enough, it's the out-of-print seven-grade machine heart 'Heart Ape'."

Wei Meng's tiger eyes suddenly brightened, and there was undisguised greed flowing through them.

With a flick of his wrist, the vicious mace seemed to be as light as nothing in his hand.

In the howling wind, there is a cold light!

"Cao Cang, such a good thing is in your stomach, you haven't been promoted to Soldier Seven until now, what a waste! Since you can't afford it, then don't be violent and ruined, Lao Tzu will help you choose another master today! ”

"So you want my heart?"

Cao Cang's face was calm, but a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, "What nonsense is that?" ”

Wei Meng sneered, his figure suddenly burst out, and he dragged the stick away.

His bear-like body seemed to weigh so much that every step he took made a deep pit in the soft ground where the leaves were piled up. But this did not affect his speed at all, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slaughtered in front of Cao Cang.

The rod head full of nail teeth smashed down, and the power was like a mountain collapsing, splitting the air, and blowing up thunder on the ground!

"Weak, too weak."

Cao Cang, who was standing under the mace, shook his head slowly, but he only held the stick in one hand, and fluttered a little upward.

Clang!

A loud bell rang out from the point where the sticks collided.

Zhao Qingxia, who was leaning under the tree, only felt that the eardrums in both ears seemed to be torn, and there were bursts of sharp pain.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, although they were both the eighth soldiers, but the strength of the two soldiers in front of him in hand-to-hand combat was obviously much stronger than his own.

And for an ordinary small role, he can only rely on the Mo family to protect the master.

Could it be that the mimicry martial arts that I have devoted myself to studying is really a dead end?

Just when Zhao Qingxia was in a trance, the stalemate stick had already been distinguished.

It turned out to be a more vicious mace that was swept away with a stick!

However, Wei Meng seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and saw him let out a low roar, and his left foot was backwards, supported by his right foot, which was still on the spot, and turned around with the thrown mace, and actually nailed the weapon to Cao Cang's door with a return pistol movement.

The strong wind blew in his face, but it did not blow a trace of waves on Cao Cang's face.

In the face of the 'Jiuwan' Wei Meng, who had the same 'card' in the Sichuan-Chongqing gambling club, he still had no intention of holding the stick in both hands, and calmly blocked the mace that came straight in front of him.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The tip of the mace suddenly sounded with the sound of mechanical deformation, and a fist-sized, dark and cold hole appeared in front of Cao Cang.

In the next second, the fire flashed!

Rumble!

The orange-red flames engulfed Cao Cang's figure, and the surging heat wave formed a fan-shaped jet surface with a diameter of one zhang behind him.

Having succeeded in the first blow, Waymon did not stop attacking, but kept firing at the figure that loomed in the flames.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Heavy orange-yellow shells were thrown from the end of the mace, wrapped in white smoke and falling to the ground.

The mace in his hand is both a terrifying melee weapon and a powerful hand-held cannon!

The fire was dazzling, roaring, the smoke covered the grass fragrance, and the flame waves drove away the night wind.

Until all the ammunition loaded in the rod body poured out, Wei Meng's face still did not show a trace of relaxation, but became inexplicably solemn.

Because he could see clearly, the figure wrapped in the firelight still did not fall.

"There's a problem."

The thought was about to arise, and Wei Meng jumped backwards.

At this moment, the rising flames suddenly broke through it, and a figure as agile as an ape crashed out of it, and the sticks in both hands fell from the sky, just smashing into the place where Wei Meng had just landed!

Bang!

The grass and soil were churning, and a terrifying pit appeared on the ground.

Before Wei Meng, who had escaped the catastrophe, could calm down the palpitations in his heart, the iron long stick swept in front of him again. The sparks stained with the stick illuminated his iron-blue face.

Wei Meng gritted his teeth, raised his knife upwards with both hands, and was able to block Cao Cang's sweeping stick, and was about to retreat.

Unfortunately, the soles of his feet were not off the ground, and they were pressed back to the ground by a huge force.

Cao Cang, who had moved the real fire, set off a shadow like a wave, and kept slapping towards Wei Meng.

For those who follow the military path, the level of strength is never determined by the size of the body, but by the heart of the weapon in the chest.

Cao Cang, whose height had just reached Wei Meng's shoulders, completely crushed the opponent with his strength.

Airplanes.

The buzzing sound in Wei Meng's chest was high-pitched, and the core of the machine was running at extremely high power, but the force of the pump still couldn't stop the iron rod in front of him from approaching inch by inch.

Click!

The mace snapped at the sound, and the iron rod smashed into Webon's shoulder, blasting him straight away, breaking a large tree that was the thickness of an adult hugging him.

Cao Cang's shoulders moved slightly, shaking off the broken clothes and skin on his body, revealing a charred and straight body.

Call!

The iron rod fell to the ground, and he looked sideways at Gong Qinghong, who was standing aside with his hands tied, and his tone was indifferent, "It seems that in today's scene, it is I, the protagonist, who has won?" ”

(End of chapter)