What makes Liao Xuebing scared the enemy the most is his crazy explosive power. What can you expect from a injured Tyrannosaurus? The only thing left is destruction and destruction!

"**Your whole family!" A loud shout from the ground, the sound was like a thunderbolt, like a magic sound that penetrated the eardrum, shaking the air and the lights were dim. The eleven giants seemed to have an illusion. With Liao Xuebing's body as the center, an unparalleled frenzy surged outwards, making everyone seem unconsciously like they were transformed into a single-wood boat and tumbling in the tsunami. It was at this moment that Liao Xuebing hit the vital point of Xie Ziwei's underworld!

Long Er was almost stunned by his magic sound, his mouth was so wide that his turbulent saliva dripping wet his clothes. Is Liao Xuebing a salted egg superman? Is he a Super Saiyan who can improve his combat effectiveness by just being angry? Is it Spider-Man, Batman, Saint Seiya, Calabash or Harry Potter?

Zhonghai City has hidden dragons and creeping tigers, and countless capable people. It seems that it is really underestimating the heroes of the world.

Xie Ziwei was shaking, unable to stop his momentum and took a step back, almost falling down. In order to control his body, he pressed his waist down and turned his back and sold all the empty doors on his back to the other party.

Liao Xuebing jumped onto his back, clamped his legs around his waist, stretched out his hands, grabbed Xie Ziwei's face with his left hand, pressed the back of his head with his right hand, and exerted force, which turned out to break the enemy's head and neck!

Only when the strength of the two sides of the fight is very different and the unilateral strength is extremely strong can they adopt such an extreme method to shock people's hearts. The effect is indeed obvious. The giants have a word in their minds: Killing machines!

With a crisp "crack", Xie Ziwei's head and neck turned 90 degrees, and his face turned straight to his shoulders. Although he had seen countless big scenes and the giants who had experienced blood and violence could not help but shrink their necks and shivered.

Mo Laowu and Bei Shixiang looked at each other and smiled and won!

"Second Master!" The entourage behind Long Er shouted softly.

Long Er had returned to his calmness and sneered: "I can't die him!"

No one expected that Xie Ziwei had lost his ability to move at all. He hit Liao Xuebing's nose with an elbow and hit the back. As soon as he got out of trouble, he turned around and stood firm at the other end of the ring. He held his head with both hands and twisted his joints, and moved his joints. The killing attack had no effect at all.

Liao Xuebing was shocked and suspicious. Could it be that this man was practicing a golden bell cover and an iron cloth shirt? Even the underworld was kicked like a terrible person, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Everyone in the audience was fascinated by the viewer. Even Long Er and Mo Laowu completely forgot that this was a life-and-death battle that concerns the future of the underworld in the sea. From an appreciation point of view, any kung fu film that makes computer stunts cannot be compared with it. A discussion sounded from the audience, and Jia Chaoyang said a few wonderful sounds, saying: "The speed, strength, momentum, and scenes are all first-class. I have watched several Shura games before..."

Dou Taizhang interrupted: "The previous games were also very good. For example, there was an Indonesian monkey challenging a Vietnamese baboon, which was no less than this one. The underground boxing world in Southeast Asia is famous all over the world. Which boxer from it was selected was not covered in blood..."

Jia Chaoyang interrupted him: "Cultivated children are playing with wooden guns and sticks. Can they compare with real guns and cannons?"

Kang Guodong deeply agreed with Jia Yang's words: "It's a pity that I can't take a picture. You can remember it. Maybe this kind of showdown can only be appreciated once in a long life, because it's not someone else standing on the stage..."

"Mr. Kang thinks who has a greater chance of winning?"

"It's too early to mention the chance of winning. Liao Xuebing was already panting, and the blood demon was also hit hard. He might be more careful next. Kang Guodong added a sentence in his heart: Both sides are injured and the best ending."

Liao Xuebing wiped the bleeding from the nose and felt that the skeletons were about to dissipate. Each piece of skin and flesh seemed to be roasted by flames, and it was so painful that it didn't look like something growing on his body. Xie Zi's slightly cleaved fist not only caused internal injuries, but also caused a tear of skin and flesh. From his thighs to his head and face, he broke out a series of bloody holes, and blood flowed all over his body, dyed red shorts, and the blood demon was indeed well-deserved.

He watched Xie Ziwei's hands and legs tremble, and thought to himself: "You kid are not much better. You can solve it in a few minutes. Come on, grandpa is waiting for you."

At this time, Xie Ziwei's lean muscles suddenly bulged high, and his biceps, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles burst out with blue veins, and his skin turned red. He was originally tall and thin, as if he was blowing a balloon, his muscles were entangled with blue veins and swollen, and his capillaries were oozing out of blood. Even his face was twisted, which was really shocking.

Just like the demon god who was rescued from the pile of dead people, the momentum condensed really felt like "black clouds were pressing against the city and was about to destroy", and the arena seemed to be shaking slightly.

"Drink..." Xie Zi made a low cry of lightning in his throat. His skills were as fast as lightning, and he swept Liao Xuebing's weakness with one kick.

Under the tearing fist, Liao Xuebing's skin on his left rib exploded. The wound was deep and bones were visible, almost shattering the internal organs. He flew to the elastic laces on the railings of the ring, bounced back to the ground, and his throat was sweet, and a pool of bright red blood was vomited.

Xie Ziwei pounced on him and pressed his knees against his belly.

Luo Naihua applauded and smiled, "It's worthy of being a blood demon, the real life-and-death battle has just begun."

Long Er said lightly: "No, it's over." He hooked his fingers and asked his followers to come over, whispering: "Ask all members of the Skeleton Group to prepare to accept the property and women of Qian Jiashun Company."

The sky was covered with dark clouds, but it was not raining for a long time. The strong wind blew, making the trees, flowers and plants in the Moon God Manor rise and fall, and the dead branches and leaves were rising one after another. The storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was crazy.

After Murong Lanluo returned home, she did not go to school. She paced back and forth in her luxuriously decorated bedroom, from the cabinet to the floor, filled with furry little cloth bears and possible dolls. In order to please the girl, Lao Liao specially ordered his servants to buy land. There was a photo in the platinum photo frame on the head of the bed. It was the only photo of Murong Lanluo and Liao Xuebing on the Lost Island. In the photo, Lao Liao wore sunglasses, floral shirt and shorts slippers, and embraced her slender waist, with a particularly honest smile.

Suddenly, a long lightning flashed through the dark sky, followed by an angry thunder, and even the window was shaken. The thunder in late autumn was particularly huge. Murong Lanluo was unstable and almost fell down, thinking: "My heartbeats so fast, is there something wrong with the teacher?"

He pinched the ring and necklace on his neck and prayed to the sky. For the first time in his life, he was so pious: "Please, let the teacher come back soon. Teacher Xiao Lanluo is very obedient and obedient. Don't leave her alone."

"Miss, will you have Western or Chinese tonight?" Terry Hill gently pushed the door and walked in, stepping on the soft carpet without making any sound.

"Oh, Dad likes big fish, meat and rice the most. Chinese food is ready. Also, the best cigarettes and beer must be prepared. He needs to drink when he comes back."

"yes."

At the press conference of the crew of "Fengqiao" in Xiyuan Hotel, the atmosphere was much better than before due to Sun Bo and the big star Murong Bingyu. Since he has come, he can't leave the stage halfway just because his cousin is away. Anyway, the gimmick selling points of the news are enough, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't get there.

"Miss Bingyu, it is said that you and your cousin will have a kissing scene in the movie. What do you think?" Rong Xiaoxi, the magazine "Hello, Zhonghai!" asked a question that everyone wants to know.

"Cousin?" Murong Bingyu even calmed down her false smile and stood expressionlessly: "I don't have any opinion, I can shoot the script anyway." I didn't even come to the press conference and ran away from home. I'm intolerable! I, a Ming Dynasty, have to put down my figure and say good things to him all day long. It's too dissatisfaction. How could there be such an ignorant man in the world?

But... to be honest, he is quite masculine, willing to be poor, never ostentatious, Tianlun laughs, anger and scolding are so touching. Murong Bingyu thought about it, as if he saw a pool of blood gradually spreading, his heart was beating wildly, "What's going on, I seem to have a dangerous premonition, and fate seems to have come to an end."

In the classroom of Class 2, Tulip High School, the second class of Tulip High School, Bei Xiaodan's hand suddenly shook for no reason, and the composition text was scattered on the ground. Ye Yuhu quickly picked it up for help. Seeing Bei Xiaodan's pale face, he couldn't help asking: "Xiaodan, are you okay? You look bad, why don't I take you to the infirmary?"

"No... nothing, don't worry about me..." Bei Xiaodan sat back on the seat slowly, his head lying on the table, his whole heart seemed to be torn apart, and it was difficult to breathe... Is it the teacher? He seemed to be calling my name%

Xie Ziwei's five fingers were pinched into a point, like an assault rifle, and it kept poking on Liao Xuebing, as if he had eight arms. His movements were dazzling. When he fell together, he would always bring out a tent of blood and minced meat.

Jia Chaoyang couldn't help but stand up and said, "God, the winner has been decided, Liao Xuebing has lost the ability to fight back!

Mo Laowu was sweating heavily and shouted: "Stop! Referee, I'll stop!"

Referee Wells quickly blew the whistle, Xie Ziwei stopped and retreated, and Liao Xuebing fell down with a bang.

Long Er looked at him with pity and smiled, "You are considered a master, but it's a pity that you are with the wrong person. You can take advantage of the last ten minutes to reminisce about the beauty of life, otherwise you will have no chance."

Two health doctors jumped up and helped Liao Xuebing back to the lounge, and Mo Laowu and Bei Shixiang followed in.

A white blanket that wrapped his body turned red instantly. The doctor's feet kept treating the wounds, relieving pain, inflammation and stopping bleeding. The rules cannot be bandaged. You can only simply apply some potions approved by the Shura Field.

From head to toe, the skin is full of flesh and flesh, swelling is difficult to bear, and the flesh is rolling, and even white bones are exposed in many places. The face is swollen, and even the pig's head is not that ugly.

Mo Laowu looked at Liao Xuebing and rubbed his hands in a hurry: "What should I do? This time I'm really over. Shixiang, the situation seems irreversible. Oh, I'm really unwilling to accept it."
Chapter completed!