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The man's entire neck was broken, and his head was tilted. Before he fell down, Yang Lin turned his feet and turned into light smoke, and he had already rushed to the side of a strong man carrying a bazooka.

He bent his elbow like a gun, and slammed into his arms with his elbow.

The strong man hissed wildly, still echoing in his throat.

The entire chest has collapsed.

Blood water penetrated from the back, splashed like an arrow, and hit the trees rustling.

"What are the twelfth palaces of the emperor's way, the twelve constellations? With this level, you dare to come and kill me?"

Haha laughed wildly.

Yang Lin's figure was erratic, coming and going like lightning.

The Terminator elite fighters who have killed the world in the past, everyone is terrified and everyone is frightened.

Rushing into the crowd of battle formations is like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, killing it with every shot.

In just two breaths, seven people were killed.

The opponent raised his gun and ran, screaming and cooperating, not a single bullet could touch his clothes.

Losing the advantage of concentrated fire in the position, they competed in close range for reaction and attack power.

The modern firearms in these people's hands are not much stronger than fire sticks.

"Go to hell."

Just as Yang Lin jumped in front of a Demoman, the man yelled wildly, waving his hands and grabbed him.

His eyes were full of determination.

"childish."

Yang Lin sneered, his body folded, and he retreated faster than he advanced.

The toes are slightly on the trunk, like a swallow flying over a distance of ten meters.

After arriving behind the big tree, halfway through, the knife brushed a sniper's neck.

While his head was flying into the sky.

As soon as the flames flashed on the blaster, he blew himself up, hurting two soldiers not far away.

Even the last resort of dragging people to the back is taken out, the twelve constellation warriors are no longer conceivable.

The last surviving sniper, his eyes full of disappointment, pointed his gun at his own head.

He could not bear this despair, nor could he bear this shame.

bah...

One shot ended his life.

"You just watch them, dead worthless."

Yang Lin turned around and looked at a field of wild chrysanthemums, where a person stood up slowly.

This person is tall, a full 1.9 meters.

The dress is very strange.

It's like going back in time, from ancient times to modern times.

He was wearing a set of bright plate armor, which could be estimated from the metallic luster and the shadow between the buckles.

Even if this thing is bombarded with a rocket launcher, it may not be able to blast it away.

When the bullet hits it, it will bounce off directly.

In addition to armor, there are also helmets and boots.

All are made of thick solid alloy steel.

It weighs at least eight hundred catties.

but.

With such a heavy full set of armor on his body, the man's movements were light and nimble, between movements and stillness, like a civet cat walking.

There were no footprints on the grass.

It can be seen that the opponent's strength is extremely powerful.

It can be said to be the top level in the world.

"I don't know if I should call you General Morgan or Tang Suiyun?"

Under Yang Lin's mental induction, he realized the mighty blood inside the armor like a great river, and understood the identity of the other party.

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't make any difference...

We are born in this world, just like a speck of dust under the vast starry sky, no matter how clearly we distinguish, what's the point? "

"Hehe, another philosopher."

Yang Lin smiled.

"Since there is no difference, why can you let these soldiers die?"

"You don't understand, right? Even if the ants are in the same nest, there will be differences between the queen ants, worker ants, and soldier ants.

I and the Zodiac Warriors are only different in social division of labor, but the essence is still the same. We will all die for the country, regardless of gains or losses. "

Tang Suiyun shook his head, looked at Yang Lin, as if in class, he saw a student who didn't want to understand, and said softly.

He was lecturing as well as preaching.

"It's a good one who doesn't count gains and losses... After putting on the armor, do you have the confidence to face me directly?"

Yang Lin actually felt that the two foreigners, Datang Ssangyong, were very distinctive.

Their depth of thinking and background in Chinese studies are even more professional than that of a pure Chinese.

But he knew that the opponent's all kinds of piles were actually appearances.

In his heart, he is an out-and-out lackey of imperialism.

My heart will never die.

The profound national studies and the practice of philosophical speculation are, in fact, just to deal with this country.

To put it bluntly, just like what some people with lofty ideals thought in the late Qing Dynasty, learn from the barbarians to control the barbarians.

These two white men probably thought the same way and did so.

in their position.

This "barbarian" is naturally the country of Hua.

Therefore, there is actually nothing to talk about with this kind of "ideal" guy.

They have their own thoughts, and words cannot shake their minds at all.

Besides, Yang Lin didn't think about instigating rebellion and subduing the other party.

All he knew was that such a powerful foreigner was the best when he was dead.

Chapter 281

"You are too arrogant."

Tang Suiyun shook his head.

"Don't look at your majesty before, you rushed through the artillery and mines, and crossed the gun array. Your agility is indeed extremely admirable.

It can be said that I have never seen such a powerful body and footwork in my life.

However, the last thing you should do is to forcibly kill my twelve constellations with your injured body, which is a waste of energy and energy. "

This one of the two dragons of the Tang Dynasty changed his old pedantic appearance at this time, and transformed himself into a great general who ruled the battlefield.

It seems that with a wave of the command flag in the hand, the whole army will be covered.

The murderous aura fell on Yang Lin like a tide, like a sea tide had not passed the embankment.

"Tang Lianxi thought so too at the time, so he died."

Feeling the bloody murderous intent, Yang Lin was unmoved, just like a breeze blowing across his cheeks, he laughed and said, "I think you guys are very interesting.

With a little bit of skill, you think the world is under your control, and you never think about any accidents? "

"Accident, what is an accident? Winning or losing is at the fingertips, only the depth and depth of the scheme.

Those who count more temples win, and those who count fewer temples lose...

Just like now, if I hit you with my sharpness, how can you be undefeated? "

As soon as the word "defeat" is exported.

Tang Suiyun's figure fell up and down, and the five fingers of his right hand popped out with a "clang" sound, and the green-gold nails were as sharp as a dagger, and they touched Yang Lin's throat with one touch.

He was wearing a thick and solid alloy armor, and he looked extremely bloated and domineering...

However, once it moves, it is like a spirit ape leaping over a valley, extremely agile.

Wiping his forehead with one hand, he straightened his elbow like a gun, and a cold and sharp spike popped out from his elbow.

He is confident that no matter how strong his opponent is, he will not be able to block this kind of attack.

Yes, Yang Lin didn't intend to block it at all.

It's not as simple as the kinetic energy of a bullet.

In the true sense of the confrontation of top fighters, the attack power of each move is many times stronger than that of bullets.

Because, with a punch, it doesn't just end right next to each other, there is still follow-up.

As for the bullet, it only has a momentary impact and kinetic energy, and when it is consumed, it is gone.

Even if Yang Lin had cultivated the Gang Jin at this time and could protect his whole body, he would not be arrogant enough to withstand an attack of several thousand catties with his flesh and blood.

Of course, he didn't take it hard, but it didn't mean he couldn't counterattack.

Tang Suiyun thought that his physical strength had been exhausted before.

As usual, it is true.

However, the other party ignored one point.

After the achievement of innate strength.

There is endless energy.

Physical strength will also become extremely long.

There is a saying in Taoist boxing records: When the muscles and bones are exerting force, it is congenital if they are not shaken, and if they move steadily, they are explosive but not loud.

If a person practicing boxing reaches this level, he is not far from the Dao.

Innate, one Qi Hunyuan.Gang Zhe, Qian Gang noon, day to sun.

Those who have reached the sub-level are like the ancient sword immortals, casting Qi into sword pills, killing people a hundred steps away, without shadow or form.

When the power reaches perfection, it can fly up in the daytime and live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

Of course, these are some bragging words of Taoists and practitioners.

But no matter whether you are bragging or not, at this level, you have initially broken away from the category of secular mortals and have supernatural powers.

The boxing techniques in this world are actually reincarnations one after another.

The realm of the day after tomorrow, from bright energy to dark energy.

The innate state is from dark energy to bright energy.

Dan Jin is extremely soft, nourishing the body, and the astral state is extremely rigid, shocking but not swaying, the fist is silent, but it is extremely rigid and fierce.

Feeling Tang Suiyun's slap on his forehead and elbow, he didn't even flicker, and punched flatly.

call……

Punch out silently.

In front of and behind him, there was a sudden gust of wind.