Seeing Han Tang admit defeat, Mu Zhichun also jumped off the God of Destruction No. 2 and sneered: "Fortunately you admit defeat in time, otherwise if you continue to fight, I will definitely take your life today!"

Han Tang didn't say anything, took out a cigarette, lit it, looked up at Mu Zhichun's star armor, his eyes a little malicious.

Mu Zhichun was suspicious and turned his head to look back. Suddenly, his face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and he was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

Too miserable, so miserable!

I saw the Star Armor Destruction God, whose left arm was crooked, probably had to be replaced. Half of the right shoulder was smashed open, mechanical parts were scattered all over the ground, half of the shoulder was gone, and the deck on the chest was sunken, jammed the fire control radar and main scanner, causing a large number of electronic systems to be scrapped...

In short, Han Tang's Tyrannosaurus was completely finished, and Mu Zhichun's God of Destruction was also beaten to half a disabled person!

Although Mu Zhichun won in the end, it was a big win!?

Mu Zhichun's heart beat violently, his face turned blue and white for a while. He finally understood that no wonder Yelia lent the Red Yingkong to Han Tang, but Han Tang did not wear it, not his own rags.

Impotence and smoke, this guy has never been kind from the beginning!

At this moment, Han Tang suddenly seemed to be smiling, put one hand on Mu Zhichun's shoulder, and whispered: "Remember, don't think that the ancients are easy to bully."
Chapter completed!