Chapter 62 Shocking World War II

The strong roar was like a fierce alternative battle sonata, igniting the bloodthirsty and violent desire in human hearts. Di Changli rushed straight to the dancer with an unprecedented momentum.

The audience roared and shouted excitedly. This Satan's fist with a fierce and fearless fighting posture is enough to make them feel that today's trip is worthwhile.

Although in the rush ahead, the dancer could also clearly see the move of the rear opponent from the rearview mirror, and there was a contemptuous sneer on her face full of fat meat. She controlled the locomotive with her feet, picked up the shield hanging on the left side with one hand, and pulled out the sharp alloy knife on the right with the other hand. The action was extremely agile. It is not affected by the bloated figure.

The body of the dancer's motorcycle is unusually large, and its role was originally to hinder the suppression of the opponent. The body is modified to be extremely strong and thick, like an active sealed fortress. After erecting a steel shield, it blocks all the gaps and directly to attack her body, which can be said to be extremely difficult.

Di Changli's eyes were cold and waveless, and he drove close to the dancer. When he approached, he also controlled the locomotive under him with his feet. His hands were holding a two-meter-long steel rod, and his body leaned slightly and swept into a semicircle.

With a loud noise and sparks splashing, the dancer's car suddenly vibrated and slightly out of balance. Di Changli's stick was not an attack on herself, but hit the rear of the car heavily. The strength of the force even severely bent and deformed the two protruding alloy thorns behind the car. The impact force made the dancer a little difficult to control. The body shook before returning to stability, which was shocked.

The crane behind the side can't help but change his face. He is famous for his infinite strength in Karas City, and it is rare to meet opponents with comparable strength. However, in the current situation, even he may not have this effect with a full blow. After all, both sides are in high-speed movement, and it is impossible to master the strength. Perfect. Shocked by the strength shown by the unknown Satan's fist, the crane also knew that the dancer could not fight back at this time, so she quickly pulled out the long chain on the right and accelerated to catch up.

Di Changli squeezed a cold ripple from the corners of his knife-like lips, sat up, twisted his wrist and pulled back the steel rod, drove the car to catch up, and spun off the stick from behind, with a fierce wind and a harsh wind.

Seeing that Di Changli's offensive was fierce, the dancer hated it. However, her position was extremely unfavorable to attack. She could only passively defend and cooperate with the action of the crane. In addition, the weapon in her hand was short, and she could not turn back and hit the enemy. Therefore, no matter how annoyed she was, she had nothing to do but hold the shield high to resist.

"When rattled" made another bang, the dancer only felt that there was a huge rock on her head. Under the impact of the majestic force, her five fingers could hardly hold the shield, which was shocked and frightened. She managed the Force with all her strength to barely support it.

"Dangdang..."

Di Changli was unrelenting. In a very short time, seven or eight sticks were smashed one after another. In the dense roar of steel, the dancer's whole body was shocked, and her qi and blood churled. She only felt as if she had been hit by a pile driver. With each blow, her body was short by one point, and she was frightened and finally caught it. After a moment of gasping, he threw away the alloy knife, held the shield desperately with his hands, gritted his teeth and resisted. Because of excessive force, the skin and surface muscles of his palms actually had cracks and blood flowed directly.

The crane was also frightening. It quickly accelerated and was eager to catch up with the rescue. The right hand raised high, and the chain several meters long began to shake slightly, ready to be ready to pull out at any time.

After a series of heavy blows, Di Changli took a breath, and the angle of his wrist changed slightly. Under the force infusion, the muscles of the arm suddenly bulged, and the edges and corners were like molten steel, and each texture exuded a sense of power that made people palpitating.

Shrugging his shoulders, twisting his waist, sinking his elbows, pulling his arms, and returning his wrists, Di Changli's series of physical movements were completed in one-tenth of a second, which was extremely fast and smooth. The next moment, the steel bar in his hand seemed to break through the confinement of space and drew a mysterious trajectory that could not be seen by the naked eye, which was faster, worse and sharper than lightning and thunder. In the trajectory, the air seemed to have been extracted, and a vacuum circle was faintly formed.

"When." Another explosion was far higher than before, and the shield raised by the dancer sank with the sound.

From the eyes of all the audience, the fat dancer seemed to suddenly sink, short and flat. Then, the motorcycle under him was like a drunkard, rushing forward a few meters crookedly, then fell to the ground and rubbed out a spark. In the harsh sound of scratching, it crashed into the base rail on the side of the air passage.

After the car body was completely tilted, the dancer failed to get up. There were ten * bad luck and few lucky. Obviously, she was hit hard. Even if she did not die, the injury was extremely serious and had lost her ability to act.

On the contrary, all the audience was silent. You know, the dancer is one of the tough players of the Workers' Association and a famous master in Karas City. Now the speed car duel has only just begun, and it has completely fallen down, which is really unbelievable.

On the platform in mid-air, Mireseyev's face was three points darker than the deep night sky, staring down. He never imagined that this would happen to a duel that he thought would win or lose. It turned out that he was too careless. If he had known this, he should have solved it immediately by sending this damn Satan's fist to his door, even if his reputation and reputation would be damaged.

Miresiyev forgot that it was not that he had not had this idea at that time, but because his heartfelt sense of crisis made him dare not implement it easily.

"Wo." The sharp roar suddenly came from behind his ears, and the cold and murderous spirit seemed to be a tangible target, pressing straight to the heart.

Di Changli's handsome face was sunken without waves, and even the afterglow of his sight was slightly adjusted. His wrist shook at a very strange angle. The heavy steel rod suddenly flew backwards as if he had vitality and poked straight at the head end of the chain that the rear screamed. Looking from afar, the confrontation between Di Changli's steel rod and the long chain of the crane was like a flying python, biting seven inches of a slender poisonous snake.

Even if the chain is several meters long, the crane still vaguely feels a turbulence of power suddenly spreading along the chain body, and the pupils can't help but expand extremely.

How is this possible?

If the dancer's defeat is unbelievably as fast as a boulder shooting down the surface of the water, this electric flittle-like battle is a falling mountain peak, setting off a huge wave in the heart of the crane, and there is only an idea in her mind - how is this possible?

*** I'm really sorry that the number of words is a little less. Please forgive me for the next chapter.