Let Go Of That Primordial Man

The engineer's shovel, as swift as a meteor, took advantage of Nissen's wide open door, and slashed heavily on his hard skull.

The wild strength directly ignored the battle bear Neeson, which has a great reputation. It is said that it can resist the 30mm cannon directly hitting the shooting head. Under the shovel with all its strength, it is not much stronger than the fragile watermelon. One side of his head was smashed to pieces.

Tm, when you are fighting with me, you dare to half-heartedly look at other places, isn't that contemptuous of people. Mang said with a resentful expression on his face.

It seemed that in comparison, he was countless times more wronged than the extraordinary man who died in vain against Xiong Nisen just now.

Mang, who hacked his opponent to death, seemed unable to completely calm down the depression in his heart. He turned his body and looked at the other battle groups.

As a result, Kuina seemed to have been strongly threatened, and he yelled loudly: Are you ready? This is a slightly decent opponent. If you kill one of them, it is considered an excess! This opponent can't come again. Ours.

While speaking, he aroused the power of the totem in his whole body, waved the engineer shovel with one hand, and slashed and killed the unlucky Yaken Zhuang like crazy. The other totem warriors who cooperated with him did not need the slightest effort. There was no need to ask, and they tried their best one after another.

From their point of view, besieging a bandit with several people was a bit embarrassing. Now if they are robbed of their heads by a shameless man like Mang, how will they show their faces in the future?

Under their suddenly increased pressure, the Transcendent Yaken, who had resisted extremely hard, almost immediately entered the countdown of his life.

In the constant impact, he could no longer grasp the ancient cross sword in his hand; and then the great sword in his hand was suddenly knocked away, so he could only helplessly scream No!

Then he was shoveled by the overwhelming engineering soldiers, and he was directly cut to a bloody state, and he couldn't die anymore!

Then, Mang, who was even more depressed, could only look expectantly at the other battlefields. There were twenty-four tribal warriors, relying on the tacit cooperation developed over the past few days, forming multiple combat teams Fighting with enemies that were many times their number.

Of course, to say it is a fight is just a pretty glorified way of saying it.

Even those rotten girls who don't know anything about fighting and are watching the live broadcast can clearly see that the situation in front of them is simply that this group of tough bald men are slaughtering There are many more opponents than them.

In the fierce battle, the blood splatter, the screams, and the thin and inferior beach clothes, the male hormones that can't be concealed, almost immediately made the rotten girls in the live broadcast room so so what !

Apart from using trembling hands to type out meaningless words like 'I'm going to give birth to you a monkey' on the screen, their bodies that have already started to twitch can't make any more movements at all.

At this moment, those little fresh meats with flourishing beauty that they usually admired have been completely cast aside and forgotten by them.

It is worth mentioning that, in addition to the large number of rotten girls, the audience who made these discordant words also had a large number of strange boy papers; I have to say, it is really a very crazy scene.

As for the anchor Xiao Feng in the live broadcast room, he was already dumbfounded by the shocking scene in front of him.

Even though the number of people in the live broadcast room is about to reach hundreds of millions; in addition to most of the viewers belonging to the people who eat melons in China, there are more than 20 million IDs all from different foreign countries.

For such an unprecedented grand occasion, the top executives of the crooked bean sprouts live broadcast platform are a little surprised why the relevant departments of the country have not called to inform them to suspend the live broadcast.

But facing this unprecedented grand occasion, in the spirit of acquiescing if they do not object, they used almost all means to frantically push the live broadcast of the war between the God of War gang to the entire network.

The number of viewers increased by seven figures per second, so that they drove their technicians to work like dogs, so that they barely managed such a huge number of visits and the huge pressure on the server.

Moreover, they had to use the background settings to completely block all the barrages passing by, so that everyone could see the fierce situation clearly; even so, the value of the gift, which had already reached billions, made it difficult for them to breathe.

Because they can swear, they don't have any secret rhythm operations.

So, after the hard work of the crooked bean sprouts live broadcast platform, the 300 million Chinese and foreign people who eat melons on this planet finally witnessed the same last scene:

The leader of the Island Restoration Organization's operation, the special A-level wanted criminal of the Huaguo police, and Yamamoto Isashi, who called himself the Minister of Intelligence within their organization; relied on the desperate efforts of his subordinates to stop him, and finally created an opportunity.

A chance for him to throw off all the obstacles of the bald God of War in the battle, and rush to Niu Xu.

They understand very well that today they have completely kicked the iron plate; this team, which has gathered almost all the elite fighting forces of the organization, will be completely smashed here.

It's just that the unique narrow nature of the islanders makes them unwilling to do so at all. It is probably impossible to drag any bald God of War present to die.

Then the only suitable target could only be the public spokesperson of the bald organization. According to the data, Niu Xu was only a junior fighter.

With the strength of his Yamamoto Fifty-seven middle-level warrior, there is still a considerable possibility of killing such a weak chicken under the obstruction of two vase-like women.

It's just that all these beautiful fantasies have become a complete phantom with a flip-flop that Mang smashed casually.

The slippers thrown by the extraordinary were still not a terrorist attack that Yamamoto Fifty-Seven could face; Yamamoto Fifty-Seven, who pounced on Niu Xu, was hit by a slipper on his back when he was about to reach Niu Xu , The huge force almost smashed out his internal organs.

In the end, without Niu Xu's shot at all, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven, who lost his balance, was suddenly kicked by the heels on his long legs by the two sisters, Da Ya and Er Ya, and directly pierced his chest.

Yamamoto Fifty-Seven, who fell down like mud, had a strange last thought in his mind: With such perfect long legs, the feeling of being trampled is the most perfect only when paired with knee-length high-heeled boots.

Under the bright sun in the morning, the long legs kicked out from under the maid's skirt were shining like jade; the background behind them was the invading enemy who was completely wiped out.

At this point, tens of millions of dicks finally knelt down suddenly, licking their virtual screens without any restraint...