Chapter 665 The Legend of the Dragon

Boom!

Although Ares is good at guerrillas, his figure is the same as that of ordinary Westerners. Compared with Lin Tianchu, Lin Tianchu stood in front of him, just like standing in front of a high wall. Therefore, Ares is very confident in the strength of his fist. He believes that after he punches Lin Tianchu's head, the other party's annoying oriental face will be broken like a watermelon. "For an East Asian sick man like you, I can kill you without a knife..."

"Klew me? Then we will compare who can kill whom!"

Lin Tianchu snorted coldly and didn't say much. He also waved a punch in his right hand to meet him. He wanted to fight with Ares to see whose fist was harder...

"Ah..."

With a violent scream, there was no accident. Ares flew out with a painful face and fell heavily on the ground. Lin Tianchu still stood still and looked at his opponent coldly: Ares's right hand had been deformed, bloody and completely twisted. Lin Tianchu knew his opponent very well. The whole bone of the right hand has been broken into powder, and it can't recover even after surgery. Perhaps he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Ares's face was pale, his forehead was sweating profusely, and two pairs of copper-bell eyes were also staring at Lin Tianchu. In addition to pain, his face was more incredible.

How can he be killed in seconds?

One move, just one move! Ares attacked with all his strength. His opponent Lin Tianchu just casually waved a punch to meet him and knocked Ares out. Then his right hand was smashed, and the ten gods made Ares, the god of war inside, also invalidated - Ares didn't understand that this man was not a very tall man. Why was there a dragon in his body? With the same power, even if he attacked with all his strength, he only felt that he had hit a running rhinoceros, so small that it could be ignored.

On the side of Feren and Shidu, their expressions are not much easier than Ares. Ares is not as easy as the others in the Ten Gods. Just now, the two fought fiercely with them for a long time, and they have already understood Ares's strength: In terms of strength, Ares may not be better than Ares, but strength is not all of strength. Ares's skill is definitely the first among the Ten Gods. It is easy for Lin Tianchu to defeat Ares, but it is not that simple to eliminate Ares, a quick and dexterous opponent, with one punch. At least, in terms of the sensitivity of his skills, he will not lose to Ares!

Moreover, everyone can be sure that Lin Tianchu is far stronger than Ares in strength, otherwise it can't cause such a sense of immediate consequences. However, what's more strange is that Lin Tianchu obviously punched his right hand casually. It seemed that he didn't have enough food and didn't have much strength, but he beat Ares into a useless person.

"Bastard, you..." Ares stood up and gritted his teeth and stared at Lin Tianchu coldly. He couldn't feel that his right hand existed. If there was no pain, it only meant that the nerve of his right hand had been abolished. This was not good news.

"Your fist is not as strong as your mouth, Ares. It seems that I won this battle." Lin Tianchu said lightly with a smile on his face, "Are you ready to lose the game?"

This is a life-and-death battle between you or me. There is only one price to lose the game, that is, to lose your life. Before joining the armed forces of God, Ares had the consciousness of death, but he didn't want the end to come so early.

"Do you want my life? The sick man of East Asia is not that easy!" He smiled coldly. Even if he couldn't beat it, he could escape. In terms of speed, he was confident that no one could compare with him. Even if Lin Tianchu got into the car, Ares was confident that he would escape to the headquarters of the Eagle Army before he caught up with him!

"The sick man of East Asia? ...Ha ha, that's good!" Lin Tianchu's face darkened and looked at Ares coldly, like a tiger staring at its prey. From the Song Dynasty to the earth in the new century, Lin Tianchu has not experienced the era when Chinese people were called "the sick man of East Asia" by Fusang Guizi, but this does not mean that he does not understand this insulting word. In fact, as long as the blood of the descendants of Huaxia is flowing in his bones, he will love this beautiful and vast and lovely country to the bone. This has nothing to do with character, but is an instinct. Even if he goes to the eagle country on the other side of the earth, Lin Tianchu always thinks that he is a Chinese and a descendant of the dragon!

How can he let others insult his motherland!

With a brush, Lin Tianchu's figure disappeared in place, leaving only an ethereal virtual shadow, which made Ares feel in horror that his opponent was faster than himself. Then, under this strong panic, Ares only felt that his left hand was cold, and then the left shoulder was empty. The left arm and right arm were gone, which formed a sharp contrast with the falling broken arm on the right.

I don't know when Lin Tianchu put down his left right arm again.

"This kung fu is called 'Canglongjin', which can make my hands invincible!" With a cold smile, Lin Tianchu opened his mouth faintly. The implication was obvious. The iron punch smashed Ares's right hand and cut off his left arm with a hand knife. It was probably because of this dragon's strength.

"Puff!" Ares vomited a mouthful of blood and looked at Lin Tianchu with a frightened face, "You, you demon, why...why!"

Blood splashed. Lin Tianchu didn't know when he pasted it again. His speed was extremely fast. He didn't see anything in everyone's eyes except a few virtual shadows, let alone see how he took action. This time it was his knees: Ares' knees flew away, and he didn't know how to roll down. Where, without the support of his legs, Ares, the god of war, knelt on the ground involuntarily, even if the Aleus over there tried his best to hold him.

"Dragon is the totem of China. My internal strength comes from the five-clawed golden dragon in the legend of China, and you are vulnerable in front of my internal strength!" Lin Tianchu pointed to Ares, and then raised his two fingers and shook in front of him. "The descendants of the dragon are not the so-called gods who can be defeated by you... the sick man of East Asia? Ha ha, you useless person is not qualified to evaluate!"

While kneeling on the ground, his limbs are exhausted, he dances lightly and flies. It is clear at a glance who is the sick man. Jianghu people pay attention to drawing knives when they don't agree with each other and like to reason with their fists. Ares thinks that Lin Tianchu is the sick man of East Asia, which is just different from Lin Tianchu's opinion, so Lin Tianchu uses Jianghu people to reason with him. Now it seems that Lin Tianchu's fist is still big, so his words are more reasonable.

In one sentence, he made his opponent crippled. Using iron facts to reason, Lin Tianchu's toughness completely shocked everyone present, especially Shi Duhe Feilun and others. He really didn't understand why Lin Tianchu was so angry, and even never easily slapped his face. He will also be angry. After fleeing for so long and being wanted by the empire for so long, they have no sense of belonging to this empire at all. If they have to talk about their motherland, perhaps Austria, where the Feren family is located, is more suitable for the requirements, so they don't understand Lin Tianchu's current mood at all.

However, no one can hide Lin Tianchu's toughness, especially for Melinda and Di Fei's mother and daughter, the pursuit of strong men is the ultimate destination of all women. If this man is her lover, this kind of hazy good impression between men and women will be infinitely enlarged and become Xi Shi in the eyes of lovers. In Di Fei's view, whether it is Ares or Alysus, both of them are her enemies. Lin Tianchu's injury is to avenge her. The more miserable the end of these two people will be. It shows that Lin Tianchu is more dedicated, and it's too late for Di Fei to be happy. How can she blame Lin Tianchu? Therefore, not to mention that Lin Tianchu turned Ares into a useless person, even if he killed the two of them on the spot, Di Fei would not have any opinion.

Ares didn't say anything. His face was gray, and he didn't have anything to say. Others told him that the Oriental was not a sick man with facts. What else could he do? Without hands and feet, even if he wants to do something to prove himself, he has no ability. Such an ending is no easier than killing him.

"Ferren, Defie, Ares has been handed over to you. I'll deal with Aleus... Your Excellency God of War, what do you think of the current situation?" Lin Tianchu still smiled, but the murderous intention in his words made people shudder.

Ferren and Di Fei over there were happy. They know what it means for Lin Tianchu to give Ares to themselves. It is also the greatest wish of every descendant of the Feren family to be able to kill the enemy. Now Ares is just a useless person, and even Di Fei can't beat it. With the opportunity to realize this wish, they Can you be unhappy?

Aleus on that side, holding a machete in his hand, looked coldly at Lin Tianchu, who was slowly approaching, and said lightly, "What do you think? I will tell you what I think with my own actions!"

Then, in everyone's surprised eyes, he raised the Damascus machete in his hand.