The four shadows act at the same time, and their actions are the same. They cooperate with each other very tacitly.
Li Xiaofan shouted.
"Tucker!"
"Yes!"
Then, in a tube shaped building next to the alley, a huge dark shadow jumped out.
Falling from the sky, like King Kong under the moon night, cast a huge shadow on the ground and set off bursts of fierce wind.
Boom!
The ground trembled when the tank stepped on the ground.
At this time, a dark figure had rushed forward, with a bowl big fist, straight to the tank.
"Come on!"
The tank roared and hit with a punch.
The blow was like a shell coming out of the chamber, with a sharp sound of the wind.
Two fists collided in the air, and a strong impact wave swept around. The bluestone floor tiles on the ground of the small alley were lifted up in the air.
The dark figure groaned and thumped, and went back five or six steps, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the bluestone floor tiles.
Obviously, he is also a master of physical horizontal training, but his physical strength is far less than that of a tank.
Because the tank only retreated two steps and stood high and low.
Although they are in the same realm, they belong to the middle stage of transforming God.
But the tank was taught by Li Xiaofan. Although it was only a simplified version of the cultivation method, it was ultimately a fairy means, which was naturally much higher than the other party.
The tank looked up and laughed.
"Coming!"
Then he took a big step and rushed forward. A gun fist hit his opponent in the chest. His fist was like a rock, invincible.
The shadow had retreated to the corner of the wall and had no choice but to take the punch of the tank.
Boom!
This time, the shadow flew out directly, knocked and collapsed a wall behind, and penetrated several walls in succession.
And this is just what happens in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the other three men in black had rushed forward, like three hungry wolves, besieging the tanks.
These three men are also physical horizontal training experts, although their single combat ability is not as good as tanks.
But when the three men joined hands, they also beat the tank in a hurry, retreated constantly, and got punched and kicked by the other party in many places.
Fortunately, however, the tank had rough skin and thick flesh and was not hurt.
The tank roared, and the blood in his body was boiling. He held the fists of the other two people in black, stretched out his hands and caught the man in black opposite him like lightning. He swung it up and used it as a stick. The tiger was alive, and the water couldn't be poured in.
In this way, the two men in black threw the mouse away and dared not attack hard.
In case of a slight carelessness and injury to his companions, the gain will not be worth the loss.
The tank didn't care. Carrying the unlucky man's legs, it was a horizontal split and vertical smash.
The surrounding walls were constantly smashed and collapsed, and rubble flew everywhere.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
There was a dull voice. Although the man in black in his hand was a master of physical horizontal training, he couldn't stand such tossing.
He felt the whirling of the earth, his head constantly hitting the wall and the bluestone floor, and his internal organs were about to be broken. Even if he was beaten with iron, he could be thrown into discus.
The tank can fight and scream like a gorilla. The violent momentum is like a tiger down the mountain.
Bang!
Bang!
The two men in black opposite didn't dodge in time and were smashed out by the staff in his hand.
However, at this time, the man in black who was blown out by a punch climbed out of the ruins, rushed over quickly, and punched the back of the tank in the heart when he was not prepared.
The tank groaned and staggered forward for a few steps, barely falling to the ground.
At this time, the guy who was swung up by him as a stick finally broke free, but he also had a broken head and blood flow, a black and blue face, big bags bulging on his head, which was terrible, and one arm was discounted.
As a result, the combat effectiveness of the four men has decreased a lot.
Even so, with the joint efforts, the tank can still be suppressed.
At this time, the tank was like a fierce tiger, besieged by wolves, trapped animals still fighting and roaring.
His fist was like a big hammer. It was waving like a tiger, and he died when he touched it.
These four men in black can't do anything for a while.
In the end, the tanks rose and pulled out a wire pole in the alley, just as Lu Zhishen pulled out the weeping willows in the water margin.
5、 The six meter long cement electric pole is appalling when it is used as a weapon.
Next to him, long Ruoxi looked shocked after seeing this scene. If it were her battle tank, I'm afraid she couldn't even take a move. Poof! After all, the first man was hurt and didn't dodge in time. The electric pole swung by the tank hit him in the air. His head was like a rotten watermelon and burst on the spot. Hoo Hoo! The tank waved a wire pole several meters long, swept thousands of troops, and smashed at a guy behind him who was ready to attack him. A strong fan wind rolled up on the ground, flying sand and stones, which made people's eyes closed. The martial artist in black didn't dare to answer the question and ducked. But it was still a little slow. The scalp was scratched and bloody. He didn't have time to scream. He rolled on the spot. A lazy donkey rolled and quickly avoided. Suddenly, a wall behind him was broken on the spot. At this time, another warrior killed from the side of the tank and wanted to sneak attack while the tank moves were old. The tank snorted coldly, the pole retreated, and the end just hit the man's chest. The reinforced concrete pole was invincible. The strength of the withdrawal immediately smashed the man's ribs in front of his chest. His heart and lungs were shattered on the spot. He screamed and died on the spot. But in the blink of an eye, the tank destroyed two fighters. He holding a telegraph pole is like a god holding a big stick, wantonly killing and stirring the wind and cloud. The remaining two martial artists are not good at seeing the situation and are about to run. "Where to run!" the tank roared, took a big step, ran after it with a telegraph pole, and the bluestone floor under his feet was crushed. "Go to hell!" Hoo! The electric pole was like an angry dragon going out to sea and hit the guy whose scalp had been scraped off behind. The guy was very cunning and agile. He dodged aside and avoided the blow. Boom! The electric pole, like the tail of a raptor, swept over him and hit a two-story building behind him. The building collapsed and the rubble flew everywhere, just like the paper paste. It was vulnerable, and the door and window glass broke all over the ground in an instant. Fortunately, this generation will be demolished and everyone has moved away. Otherwise, how many people will die at once. The two warriors have never seen such fierce people. Are they still human? They are human monsters. Their faces are white and they run away.
