Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

He said: "My nephew is right. We are all in the restricted area. This is a paradise for monsters. Humans have no place to stand, and there is no legal protection. They should help each other."

"Thank you for your kindness, Chonglou, let's go."

Li Xiaoman took Ye Chonglou's arm, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute, who allowed you to leave?"

Sun Long stepped forward to stop Li Xiaoman.

Sudden.

Sun Long's vision froze, he didn't know when Ye Chonglou would appear in front of him.

"What do you want to..."

"The entrance exam saved your life, and you dare to come out and be a clown? Get lost!!"

Ye Chonglou stopped drinking and slapped him with his hand.

A crisp "pop" sound.

Sun Long was slapped so that his body flew off the spot.

Like a twist, he spun 720 degrees in mid-air, flew out backwards, and hit the tree trunk heavily.

With this slap, Sun Long's eardrums ruptured and his brain buzzed.

As if drunk, he couldn't stand on his feet, and opened his mouth to spit a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Blood mixed with teeth.

One side of Sun Long's face also swelled rapidly, bigger than fermented bread.

All this happened too fast.

Before Sun Long's uncle Sun Heibiao could react, Sun Long was slapped away by a big mouth.

Sun Heibiao came back to his senses, his eyes were blood red, and he glared at Ye Chonglou.

"Sun Long..."

"Stinky boy! Are you courting death?!"

Ye Chonglou sneered.

"I court death?"

"When we left the safe house, you followed us all the way."

"At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, and mistakenly thought that you were just adventurers who came out with us."

"Then I deliberately changed the route a few times, and found that you have been following us, so I knew your intentions were wrong."

It turned out that the whereabouts of Sun Hebiao and Sun Long had never escaped Ye Chonglou's echo field.

Ye Chonglou knew their movements like the palm of his hand.

"You found us in the first place?"

Sun Heibiao frowned his rough thick eyebrows, feeling a little unbelievable.

Was their stalking exposed from the very beginning?

Sun Long supported the tree trunk with one hand, spat out the blood in his mouth, and shouted sharply: "Uncle, kill them!"

"As for the two girls, let's keep them alive first, and then throw them to the goblins after you've had fun!!"

When Lin Lulu heard this, her face paled with fright.

She and Li Xiaoman are very clear about the fate of throwing it to the goblins.

When a human woman is captured by goblins, there is only one end—a dark hell!

Ugly and evil goblins will treat them as cubs and reduce them to production machines.

"Tie Niu, you must protect me! I don't want to be captured by goblins!"

Lin Lulu said in fear.

Zheng Tieniu nodded silently, his face extremely solemn.

The middle-aged man in front of him is a high-level berserker.

Whether he can survive is not certain.

"If I can get out alive, I will ask the boss for more money!" Zheng Tieniu thought to himself.

Sun Heibiao's eyes were gloomy, his grin showed his pale teeth, and he said in a cold tone: "A gunner and a magician are both rookies."

"A qigong master, unfortunately the vajra mask has already been used."

"There is a mysterious pharmacist left. I don't know what kind of cell activation medicine is used to temporarily strengthen the body."

"A group of rabble, why should they be with..."

Before the word "I" was finished, Sun Heibiao's figure accelerated in vain, and disappeared from 040's spot with a "swipe", leaving a line of scarlet eyes in mid-air.

"Oops!"

Zheng Tieniu hurried to Lin Lulu, raised his arms, and unfurled his iron shirt.

As for the skills of the Vajra Shield, once it is broken, it needs to be condensed again.

at the moment.

Zheng Tieniu didn't have time to condense the new vajra cover at all.

"Go away for me!"

With a leg whip, Sun Heibiao blasted the air and kicked Zheng Tieniu violently, sending him flying upside down like a cannonball.

Zheng Tieniu's body surface can resist external attacks because of the skill iron cloth shirt.

But the internal organs are still fragile and cannot withstand Sun Hebiao's attack at all.

Iron shirt's weakness is the internal organs!

Zheng Tieniu opened his mouth to vomit blood, and slammed his back against the tree trunk, breaking the entire giant tree.

"Miss... I may have to... retire early..."

Zheng Tieniu looked at the young lady Lin Lulu and shouted.

"what!"

Lin Lulu screamed in fright.

"It's your turn."

Sun Heibiao said dismissively, then swept his legs sideways again, and kicked Ye Chonglou.

"Tie Niu, he should retire early."

Ye Chonglou said indifferently, easily dodging Sun Heibiao's attack, and gave Sun Heibiao a big mouth instead with one hand.

Sun Heibiao was beaten.

He clearly had the upper hand, but why was he slapped by Ye Chonglou?

……

PS: After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, I continued to work on the manuscript, but I fell asleep while typing...

May be too tired today.

Chapter 87 I Can Use Potion to Turn You into a Woman 【Happy New Year】

"court death!"

Killing intent burst out in Sun Heibiao's eyes, and his scarlet eyes were full of promise.

"Precise shooting!!"

Li Xiaoman took out two Desert Eagles, aimed at Sun Heibiao's back and shot.

[Wild Intuition]!

A passive skill of the Berserker.

Sensing the danger, Sun Heibiao flicked the long hair of the hedgehog on the top of his head, and the "brush" became longer, covering his back like a hair shield.

The bullet shot over, like hitting the skin of a wild boar, it couldn't break through the defense at all.

"Smelly girl, court death!"

Sun Hebiao turned his head abruptly, holding his claws with both hands, blood dripping from his sharp fingertips.

In an instant, he wanted to swing his claws, chop the bloody sharp blade, and kill Li Xiaoman.

"You seem to have forgotten my existence?"

Ye Chonglou's voice came from Sun Heibiao's ear.

The fear brought about by the perception of the wild made Hei Sunbiao blow his hair, and the hedgehog's hair poked at Ye Chonglou.

"Swimming Wind Footwork!"

Ye Chonglou stepped on the breeze, his figure was as agile as the wind, and he easily avoided the long hair of the hedgehog.

The hedgehog has curly hair, and a thick tree trunk nearby is riddled with holes.

"Roar--"

Sun Heibiao turned his head and grabbed Ye Chonglou with both hands.

Eight streaks of blood light criss-crossed horizontally and vertically, intertwined into a net, and slashed towards his face.

"Well done, I hope you can let me have a good time!"

Ye Chonglou took off the Broken Sky Sword and Black Broken Sword from his waist, stuck them on the ground, swung his fists, and slammed forward.

"Lightning Fist!"

all of a sudden.

Cellular power generation in both hands!

The thunder light flickered, entwined around his fist, making Ye Chonglou's fist feel as if it was rushing towards the thunder, and it was as strong as the sun.

Both fists came out together, running like thunder, tearing apart the void.

The eight streaks of blood were instantly pierced by the Lightning Fist.

Ye Chonglou bullied him, punched him with a lightning fist, and taught Sun Heibiao to be a man again.

"Pong!"

A white air wave exploded behind Sun Heibiao.

The chest was sunken, five or six ribs were broken, and the whole person flew upside down and smashed into the lush tree crown.

"It's not over yet!"

With a kick of his legs, Ye Chonglou chased after him like a flying arrow.

"Deep madness!!"

Sun Heibiao let out a low growl, and mysterious blood-colored animal patterns appeared on his muscular upper body.

It is said.

In addition to killing monsters and leveling up, the road to advancement for a berserker needs to bathe in the blood of monsters.

With the ferocity of Warcraft, nourish the madness of warriors.

Berserkers born in this way are not afraid of any danger, not afraid of the coercion of high-level monsters, and are the most brave!

Berserker's two combat methods.

One is madness.

Crazy like a monster, enhancing the fighting power of one's physical body by one to two times.

One is to control one's own blood.

Tear your own wounds, let the flowing blood become a sharp weapon to kill the enemy.