"Lord Elephant, are you alright?" Cook was a little worried.

He hadn't seen the Lord so passively injured since he had been on the Mammoth.

"It's okay, I deliberately tested the strength of my opponent's attack."

The wound on the elephant lord's waist and abdomen had healed, and he patted his chest with his hand, pretending to be relaxed.

"Shoot him down with artillery first, I didn't expect him to fly, this is not what we Behemoth are good at."

"Roger!"

The Aliens on the Mammoth are still high, and as long as the Lord does not fall, they will always have the confidence of victory.

The elephant lord turned his back to the people, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

He lied just now.

said that he deliberately exposed the flaws, but in fact, he wanted to block it but didn't react.

He doesn't think he's going to lose, though.

Maybe the Flower Inhumans did have the upper hand in the first few dozen rounds, but they didn't have as much Qi as Behemoth's Inhumans.

As long as it is consumed, he will definitely win!

The corner of the elephant's mouth put on a confident smile again, and he directly stretched out his right hand and gestured to Russell with a 'you come'.

Russell's expression was neither happy nor angry, flapped his wings, and rushed directly towards the Mammoth.

"Hey." The elephant lord suddenly grinned, his right hand turned into a pistol gesture, and he said 'biu' to Russell.

The next moment, the mammoth roared with artillery fire, and large-caliber bullets and shells shot into the sky, as if setting off a black wave.

Russell's eyes flickered, and the dense artillery fire seemed to be like a net from heaven to earth, but under his eyesight, the seemingly impermeable attack was actually full of holes.

Like a petrel, he flapped his wings and rushed into the black rain.

The whistling of bullets and shells was in my ears, and they grazed right next to my body, bringing with me the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Russell flapped his wings, and with the help of the wind they set off, he changed direction more easily.

Like a white phantom, it appears and disappears in a rain of black bullets.

Behemoth's cannon shooter almost burst out of his eyes.

Their eyes have been genetically modified to give them far more dynamic vision than normal people.

With their strength, not to mention mosquitoes, even a flea was killed by this dense crossfire.

But they just couldn't beat Russell.

I could see it clearly, but the bullets and shells shot out, all as if they had become Russell's neighbors, and they flew away after saying hello.

The marksman is now all a master of human strokes.

It's nothing short of a shame.

All the shooters' eyes were red and they almost lost their minds.

The elephant lord frowned and shouted loudly: "You fools, you can't beat people, you can go to the ship that can't be moved!" ”

"Force him to come back!"

The seven-pipe blood is really not in vain, like the Lord.

Russell sneered and reached out to grab a cannonball.

He stroked the cannonball with his palm, and the cold ice corroded, and the primer inside was directly frozen.

Launch!

Russell folded his wings and turned to wave his arms, and the frozen cannonballs swooped over like a warship bird soaring to extreme speed.

Rumble!

The elephant lord subconsciously stepped under his left foot, but it was too late.

His pupils constricted, and he could only watch as the shells smashed a main gun flat.

Fortunately, the frozen shells couldn't explode, otherwise his Mammoth would have been more seriously damaged.

"Stop, stop shooting!" The elephant lord shouted, then looked up at Russell in the sky, and said in a deep voice:

"Can you understand us, Russell of the Tang Sect?"

Russell raised his eyebrows, such a situation reveals his identity, is he going to sit down and talk?

"Seems so." When the elephant lord saw Russell's expression, he showed an expression of 'it was so'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now, friend of the Tang Sect."

"I thought it was Dongying's wolf cubs attacking us."

The elephant lord did not blush or beat his heart, as did the other Inhumans of Behemoth.

It's as if they're used to lying.

"Luo, I invited you here to discuss how we can take revenge on Dongying Inhumans together."

"You can come down, we have no ill will."

The elephant lord held his free hands aloft, and the other Behemoths smiled kindly.

But.

Whether in his incarnation or in Russell's eyes, the people on this alchemy ship have no real good intentions.

"Okay." Russell slowly landed on the front deck of the Mammoth, five meters away from the elephant owner.

"Before that." The Elephant Lord looked at Russell with a look of conspiracy success, "You have to hand over the Feather Cloak to us first." ”

The people of Behemoth chuckled in unison, and the kind expressions they had just made instantly became vicious.

The switch is incredibly natural.

"I refuse."

"It's up to you, Luo." The elephant lord twisted his neck and slowly squatted, "On my boat, you have to listen to me." ”

"No, I should say, in this sea, you have to listen to me."

This sea?

This is the entrance to our flower planting world.

When is it your turn to speak loudly?

Russell snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the fear that Behemoth would use an off-the-counter trick other than the Inhumans on the Flower Planting Land, he would have started to clean up these people who are different from the outside.

"From now on, Behemoth will not be allowed to set foot in this sea."

Russell's tone was not angry, and above the sea, there was wind and thunder.

"This is a warning, like the Lord. To you, and to Behemoth. ”

The elephant lord snorted with his nostrils, and a tyrannical color rose in his eyes, "It wasn't it a hundred years ago, and it shouldn't be a hundred years later!" ”

"It's up to you!?"

Just because you also want to change the pattern that has stabilized for a hundred years?

Just because you want our great Behemoth to retreat from this sea?

It's up to you......

"Seven tubes of blood." Russell said lightly, and then put on a posture of Xingyi Fist.

The legs are bent like a tiger squatting, and the palms are like swimming dragons in front and back.

The light in his eyes is restrained, the thunder in his body is vigorous, and the dust outside his body is swollen.

A golden glow shone on the Mammoth, like a mountain standing in front of Behemoth.

The elephant lord shouted, although he didn't understand what Russell meant, but as long as he didn't hear the agreement.

That's killing yourself!

I do want to talk, but you have to be able to get to the table first!

The elephant lord stepped forward, his huge soles landing on the deck, causing the whole ship to tremble.

Many of the Behemoth's Inhumans were unsteady on their feet, holding on to the objects around them.

They looked at the back of the elephant lord sprinting, and a look of frenzy appeared in their eyes.

"Lord Elephant! Elephant Lord! Elephant Lord! ”

It's like the audience is cheering for the warriors in the Colosseum.

Russell's body remained still, his feet as if they were glued to the deck.

The eyes look through the skin of the elephant lord and carefully observe the flow of his qi.

On the fan-like soles of the feet, a pair of flat, flat Qi balls vibrated at a rapid frequency.

It's like simulating an earthquake.

Through the vibrators on both feet, the entire deck is shaken.

The idea is really good, and there should be further moves.

Russell's eyes flashed.

The elephant lord approached him a meter and the paws of his feet suddenly lifted and fell.

The Qi ball at the center of the foot is drawn into a crescent moon like a bow, and the tremendous force that does not come out is gathered on the 'bowstring'.

"Here it is, the war trampling of the elephant lord!"

Behemoth and the others shouted excitedly.

"Hah!" The elephant master's eyes lit up, and his right foot stomped the deck.

The thick steel plate is stepped on and dented, and then the 'bowstring' in the center of the foot is released.

A huge vibrating force far beyond the previous one burst out from the center of the elephant's feet.

Russell felt like the waves beneath his feet, and the layers of thrust wanted to blast him into the air.

Even if the center of the foot was glued to the deck, the continuous concussive force was constantly bombarding Russell's legs.

If an ordinary person stood here and took less than three breaths, his leg bones would be shattered directly.

At the same time.

The elephant's left fist was already thrown backwards, like a baseball player waiting to swing his bat.

As long as Russell is blown up, he will be the baseball waiting to be hit.

(End of chapter)