Cyber Daming

"Zhao Qingxia, why are you engaging in hand-to-hand combat with this muscle stick? Don't be stupid, take out Lord Ma's big gun and shoot him."

The young man pursed his lips tightly and shook his head stubbornly.

"You are a craftsman, you only use your brain! Why do you do so many mindless things?!"

The young man still ignored it, brushed away the gravel and dust on his body with his hand, and pulled himself out of the ruins.

With a "crack" sound, the black short knife popped out of his arm and fell into his palm.

“Come again!!!”

The violent anger of the thugs that had been suppressed in his heart was finally vented heartily. Li Jun felt extremely happy at this time, and the murderous intention in his heart became more and more violent.

He casually tore off the nearly torn jacket on his body. The tattoo on his neck swelled with blood like a living thing, and a savage smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"come!!!!"

Two figures rushed out at the same time and collided again!

The sword skills installed in Zhao Qingxia's biochip are obviously no less than boxing skills, including Shaolin Single Sword, Yan Qing Sword, Hongmen Sword, and Crouching Tiger Sword.

Whether it's the smart and elegant southern sword skills or the fierce and domineering northern sword skills, they are all at your fingertips.

The sword flashed and blood splashed.

The black dagger was extremely sharp and could cut a hideous wound just by touching it.

But Li Jun was like a madman. He didn't care about the bloody wounds all over his body and fought against the wave of knives with his bare hands.

Every time a knife is struck, a punch must be returned. Don’t give in even one step!

Zhao Qingxia's eyes were so stubborn and crazy that he felt chills in his heart. In addition, due to the severe concussion on his head just now, his mimicry moves were inevitably slightly deformed.

All these changes were seen by Li Jun, and the grin on his lips became even bigger.

"Smile your fucking head off!"

Zhao Qingxia was in an unbearable state of mind. The short knife was driven by the swift and fierce wind and thrust into Li Jun's forehead!

Li Jun raised his right foot like a dragon, and stepped directly on Zhao Qingxia's chest with a simple but domineering kick.

Another extremely rough injury replacement.

Li Jun's right calf was cut with a wound deep enough to show the bone.

Zhao Qingxia volleyed back and spewed out a large mouthful of blood when he landed on the ground, sweating profusely and gasping for air.

But before he could calm down from the severe pain in his heart, a black shadow covered his eyes.

Li Jun put his ten fingers together like a knife, and used his hand instead of the knife to perform the single-sword technique. A bone-chilling killing intent swept through Zhao Qingxia's body.

Zhao Qingxia, whose face was mottled with blood, had a fierce look in his eyes. The exoskeleton armor covering his body moved silently, forming a heavy defense on key parts such as his heart and head.

The black dagger was like a fierce soldier crossing the river, heading straight for Li Jun's heart.

"I want to see if it's your skin that's tougher or my armor that's tougher!"

Zhao Qingxia roared angrily, but he seemed to have forgotten one thing. He had been led by Li Jun at some point. He unconsciously gave up the advantages of mimetic martial arts, and his mind fell into a strange circle of exchanging injuries and fighting for his life.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

I saw that Li Jun's movement speed, which had already reached its peak, was incredibly faster.

In close combat, the slightest difference was as big as a world of difference. In this single point, Li Jun's right knife struck Zhao Qingxia's throat first.

clang!

Although the weapon spirit named Lord Ma had already thickened the defense here in advance, the shock caused by the collision still made Zhao Qingxia's eyesight darken.

At the same time, Li Jun raised the knife in his left hand across his chest and slashed the side of the black short knife.

This series of attacks happened in the blink of an eye. Zhao Qingxia's biochip gave an early warning, but his reflex nerves had no time to react. He could only instinctively hold the handle of the knife to prevent the weapon from being released.

There was a crisp snap, and Zhao Qingxia was staggered by the huge force coming from the blade, and his body instantly lost balance.

Li Jun didn't hesitate at all, he bowed down and took out his sword from his waist, striking both sides of Zhao Qingxia's head from bottom to top.

The single sword method of choice, the head-killing sword!

The metal twisted and deformed, making a heartbreaking sound, and Zhao Qingxia's body was knocked backwards.

Li Jun's eyes were cold, his right foot stepped forward to seize the position, his arms were like a dragon and a python, tightly locking Zhao Qingxia's knife-holding wrist.

The right knee that had already cut into the midline pushed horizontally and directly hit the opponent's left knee patella!

In order to defend against Li Jun's double swords, Prince Ma had already tied up the exoskeleton armor here to his ribs in advance, and the few remaining pieces of thin leg armor could not stop such a violent attack.

"ah!"

The armor fragments shattered and sank in, piercing the flesh and blood around the patella upside down. The severe bone-eroding pain made Zhao Qingxia unable to help but scream in agony!

"Give me the knife!"

Li Jun shouted in a deep voice, wrapping his arms around his opponent's right hand and twisting them hard.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxia even heard the crackling sound of his own muscles and bones breaking. The expression on his face was distorted, as if he couldn't bear the severe pain, and he threw away the black short knife.

Seeing this scene, Li Jun felt relieved.

His lungs, which had been almost drained by the fast attack, were about to take in new air, but at this moment, Zhao Qingxia, who should have been unable to move, suddenly fell forward.

This action was like actively cooperating with Li Jun to twist his right arm.

Click!

Zhao Qingxia's right arm showed a chilling and weird angle. Cold sweat was pouring from his forehead, but his smile was extremely bright.

He used a broken arm in exchange for freedom of movement!

At this time, the stirring music in the wind reached its climax, and the sound of the suona completely ignited the blood and courage in his body.

Zhao Qingxia, who successfully escaped from the trap, suddenly turned around, picked up the falling black dagger with his good left hand, and slashed out with the knife!

Zhao Qingxia's cruelty to him was completely beyond Li Jun's expectation. When he saw the light of the knife from the corner of his eye, the cold blade had already cut to his waist.

Phew!

A three-inch long horrific wound was opened on Li Jun's waist, and the splash of blood dyed half of his body red in the blink of an eye.

If the iron cloth shirt's defense wasn't powerful enough, this knife could directly cut open his chest!

The severe pain was like firewood, making the violence in Li Jun's eyes burn even brighter. In his violent state, he became more and more fierce, punching out with his right hand like a drum, hitting Zhao Qingxia's breastplate!

Zhao Qingxia's face suddenly turned red, and he tried his best to control his trembling body, but blood still spurted out through his clenched teeth.

At this time, he no longer dared to let Li Jun stay in front of him, and waved his left hand randomly, trying to force Li Jun away.

But the next second, the messy sword light was torn open by a pair of bloody hands, and a bloody figure squeezed in.

Zhao Qingxia felt a heavy weight on his head and grabbed his helmet with one hand!

"What is he going to do?"

The proud and iron-blooded man suddenly felt boundless fear in his heart.

"Drink!"

Li Jun roared, and with one arm he picked up Zhao Qingxia and smashed it to the ground. His punch was like a mountain collapsing, and he hit the opponent's head!

One punch. Two punches. Three punches.

Blood splashed and metal shattered.

Zhao Qingxia no longer had the ability to resist. Even if he tightly protected his head and face with his hands, he could not resist the wrath of Li Jun's fist shadow.

The mecha you fucking wear! Let your fucking music play!

The muffled sounds continued, and Zhao Qingxia's pupils showed signs of dilation, and he lay on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

At this moment, Li Jun suddenly stopped punching his fist.

A black metal line was cautiously stretched out in front of him, with a jet-black martial arts injector hanging on it.

"Brother, brother, stop and calm down. If you continue to fight, Zhao Qingxia will really die."

A decoration like a vertical eye on Zhao Qingxia's helmet suddenly lit up red, and the voice of Lord Qi Lingma sounded.

Li Jun raised his eyebrows, "Does Prince Ma really have three fucking eyes?"