The human being is a super god, the son of the devil!

Chapter 172

"Bang!"

Ling Ye's face was punched, because he couldn't dodge? No, he was too lazy to hide.

The power of such a punch, it's not that he brags, and he may not break his skin if he lets the tyrant hammer for three days and three nights~.

As for the experience of being beaten, it can be summed up in one sentence.

Liwei, no rice?

"Cut, you don't have the strength to beat people, are you embarrassed to say that you are a biochemical weapon?"

Ling Ye directly pouted in disdain, and he casually broke the tyrant's hand around his neck at will.

Everyone in the live broadcast room gasped.

[, the anchor looks like a little white face, I didn't expect to be so arrogant! I don't have the strength to beat people, is this mocking this monster?6666!]

[Awesome, anchor! This special hand broke off this monster's hand casually, isn't this really a movie?]

[Heh, Liwei, rice no?]

[Ahhh!!!!h

[The beauty upstairs, please pay attention to the reserve, there is still a large group of buddies in line!]

[One thing to say, pure passerby, the anchor is nothing remarkable! Isn't it just a punch! I can go up, and I promise that I won't say a word if I am punched!]

[Upstairs is right, if you punch your head, you won't make a sound, maybe people will have to kneel on the ground and beg you not to die, hahaha!]

[Although I'm a man, I suddenly like the anchor so much!]

[Upstairs get out (ノ'Д)ノ The anchor is my husband!]

The tyrant felt his wrist being forcibly broken, and he was still expressionless, just trying to regain control of Lingye with all his strength.

Feeling the tyrant's continuous strength, Ling Ye shook his head helplessly, thinking how strong this thing was, and the strength felt average.

The speed and force of this punch doesn't feel like it's as fast as that of the pursuer.

"Click!"

Ling Ye suddenly exerted his strength, directly breaking one of the tyrant's arms, and the next second, the AA12 in his hand turned into a baseball bat and slammed it towards the latter's head.

"Bang dang!"

There was a crisp sound, like an iron rod being struck on top of a steel pipe.

[Hiss...... It sounds so painful. 】

[I feel like I've been hit in the head, it's immersive.] 】

[Is it good? 】

The barrage in the live broadcast room was once again brushed wildly, and from time to time, local tyrants began to frantically brush props such as rocket cruise ships.

For a while, the popularity of Lingye's live broadcast room began to explode again.

At this time, the number of live broadcasters has exceeded about 300,000, and it is still rising at a rate of 10,000 per minute.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it goes up or not, Lingye doesn't care, he just wants to post what happened here on the Internet for fun.

As for how much chaos it will cause and whether it will cause all kinds of shakes in the war on the side of US imperialism, he doesn't really care.

The tyrant's head was hit hard, and the overall weight of AA12 was extremely objective, and this smash directly smashed the tyrant's head into a small piece.

Of course, as a price, the butt also has a lot of damage, but fortunately, it does not affect normal use.

After smashing, Lingye kicked it straight!

Rumble!

The tyrant's body was kicked like a cannonball into the room behind him.

The sturdy wall was instantly kicked down, and the scene looked much more enjoyable than the special effects.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and through the smoke and dust, a large depression in the tyrant's chest could be faintly seen.

This was obviously kicked out by himself just now, no matter how strong the tyrant is, he is only a carbon-based lifeform after all.

[My husband is so powerful!!]

[I'll go... This anchor is not human, is he? kicked the monster into the wall, who is the monster?]

[Shocked, anchor, you won't also be a biochemical weapon, right?]

[Don't talk nonsense upstairs, the anchor is the national husband, and the person is a serious police consultant. 】

[Wait, that monster seems to be moving again!]

Bang bang

The tyrant stood out of the rubble with a blank face, ignoring the debris and debris on his body, his eyes fixed on Lingye.

Quack, quack, quack

Bursts of sounds like metal bursts sounded one after another, and sharp-eyed people in the live broadcast room had already seen it.

It was the leather coat worn by the tyrant, and the sound of metal buttons cracking directly on it.

I saw the tyrant on the other side raise his head and roar, and the last button of the leather coat on his body was also broken!

Sting!

His leather coat suddenly burst into strips of rag, his muscles bulging rapidly and looking extremely sickly.

The five fingers, which were no different from ordinary people, also suddenly exploded into four sharp claws at this time, and the cold light of the forest made people subconsciously want to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

His forearms and hands also became extremely large at this time, and they more than tripled.

Knock! Knock!

It's not footsteps, it's the sound of the heart beating like a drum.

The tyrant at this time was completely different from what he looked before, and now the black-red muscles on his body bulged, and his four sharp claws flashed with a cold light.

The size of the body has also doubled compared to before, the muscles all over the body are bulging, and the black and red blood vessels also look unusually dazzling.

Of course, the beating heart in the other person's chest was also eye-catching, but the place was wrapped in bulging muscles, which looked extremely difficult to pierce.

"Oh God.... What the hell is this monster!"

Marven swallowed his saliva, he looked a little disbelieving at this time.

The sense of oppression given by this monster in front of him is too strong, and even if he is fully armed, he always feels very insecure.

Gil was fine, she'd seen the pursuers and lickers so she wasn't completely blown away right now.

The chaser's tentacles look disgusting, but the tyrant's shape is very oppressive.

[it!Burst clothes!Oh my eyes, spicy eyes!]

[Ahh 】

[! Nantong upstairs collects the taste! You can see clearly, the other party has nothing in the lower body, how can I pinch you!]

[Ah, don't you say I haven't noticed yet, his underneath is empty!]

I thought this was an R18 picture, but there was harmony in the result!]

There was another commotion in the live broadcast room, Ling Ye didn't care about this, he carefully looked at the tyrant after the second evolution.

"Wow, Storm, I misjudged you, you don't even have any clothes!"

Lingye complained, this is different from the content of the 3D area, and sure enough, the authors of those videos are all lies.

The other party has any chickens like mules, obviously no fertility troubles.

Now the tyrant's clothes are now all torn to shreds.

The other party simply threw the cracked rags aside, and the muscular body looked very oppressive.

0 begging for flowers

The tyrant roared and rushed towards the night, his eight claws glowing with a faint blue light.

"Be careful!"

Jill shouted, although he knew that Lingye was very powerful, but the current tyrant felt more than twice as strong no matter how he looked at it. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Especially when the other party's explosive movement speed increased significantly by about two or three times, she couldn't help but secretly worry about Lingye.

In any case, the relationship between the two people has finally reached the negative distance relationship of you and me, I have you, and Jill also helps each other test the gun with one hand.

"Don't worry, it's not a gentleman's job to worry a woman. "

The two short knives before Ling Ye's sleeve slipped down, his toes lightly touched the ground, and his body roared out like a violent wind.

Sou!

Jill could only hear the sound of breaking through the air, and when she could see clearly, there were only two silver rays slashed out by Lingye's waving hand.

Clang!

The sound of metal handing over, the two short knives and the claws collided together, making a metallic crashing sound.

Lingye didn't use any magic or anything like that, he just used his skills to fight the tyrant.

What's the point of slashing to death when you meet?

And there are so many people watching in the live broadcast room, if you make some special effects by yourself, you will definitely not be able to cover up the past.

He wants to have some fun with Ambrera and the US imperialist officials here, but he doesn't want to have fun for himself.

The attack was blocked, and the short knife flipped around flexibly in his hand, changing it to a forehand, and the blade was facing upward, and the short knife in Ling Ye's hand slashed diagonally upward.

The tyrant couldn't deal with it, and his chest was instantly slashed with a deep blood mark by a short knife held by Ling Ye.

The pain made him hiss, but the next moment, the blood that had been slashed out had been healed by the powerful body.

The heavy people who watched this scene through the live broadcast suddenly gasped one by one, what kind of recovery speed is this?

Now no one says it's a movie, it's really hand-to-hand combat.

The tyrant's claws struck at Lingye's face, and the latter's short knife parried in front of him with ease, and then the shock force directly opened up a short distance from the tyrant.

When the other party was about to rush up again and tear apart Lingye with his claws, he found that what remained in place was just an afterimage, and his claw directly pounced into the air.

Marven looked stupid, is this the explosive power and speed that people can have?

He clearly saw that Lingye had appeared behind the tyrant, and the afterimage that remained in place just now was that the other party was too fast, so it looked like standing in place and being beaten.

"Hey, big guy, watch out behind you!"

Hearing this, the tyrant immediately turned his head, and in the next second, two long silver rays slashed through his neck and heart respectively.

There are no bells and whistles for magic effects, only pure knife skills.

The tyrant's neck is slashed in half with a dagger, and while it looks terrifying, his recovery speed is not a joke on you.

However, despite this reason, the tyrant has no chance to recover again at high speed and kill with Lingye Di.

A knife pierced his heart, and the musculature guarding the vicinity of his heart was easily pierced by a short knife like tissue paper.

The tyrant looked down at the pierced heart, his face still expressionless, but the angry roar spoke of his unwillingness.

The other man swung his claws out again, only this time the claws only stayed in mid-air.

In the next second, the tyrant's figure suddenly fell silent.