Mecha Breaks the World

The weapons of the two were intertwined again without any suspense, and the roar of steel rose again, and the scalp of the person who was creaking and listening was tingling.

Chen Feng watched the fight between the two engrossly and threw all the noise out of his mind. This was a rare opportunity to learn combat experience. He did not allow himself to be disturbed by other factors.

In the end, Ye Qi's strength was better. The officer just relied on the first breath to stiffen his head. During the stalemate, both arms shook, and the machete kept moving backward and defeated.

The officer slashed the side of the machete along the handle of the spear towards Ye Qi. Since he couldn't win in power, he changed his mind.

Ye Qi had been prepared when the officer changed his recruits, or he had been waiting for his opponent to take the initiative to change. The spear stabbed and swept the machete outwards, unable to threaten him.

The officer still wanted to draw the machete back and attack again, but Ye Qi didn't give him any chance to launch a stormy offensive. The guns and guns did not leave his forehead, as if he was enmity with his bald head.

The officer passively fell into a defensive position. Ye Qi's spear seemed to be attacking his forehead, but there were many false moves in it. Many times he swiped it without the expected weapon contact. Ye Qi relaxed and relaxed. He changed the direction and continued his attack.

Using such a heavy giant spear to be able to make delicate control, the officer admired Ye Qi more and more, but now the two are still fighting to allow him to praise the opponent.

As the fighting time passed, the gap between the two weapons gradually emerged. Although the machete in the officer's hand was not ordinary, it was still incapable of facing the giant spear, and there were many gaps in the blade due to continuous collisions. They were all knocked out by the spear. On the contrary, the spear in Ye Qi's hand did not change in the slightest, except for some signs of collision.

The officer's arms felt sore and tingling after several hits, realizing that he could not hold on for too much time, and he was ready to find a chance to end the competition.

The officer's mind was seen through by Ye Qi, and he also had the same meaning. The time for the two to fight is not short, and he has experience in the use of the giant spear, and it is almost time to end.

Selling another flaw, Ye Qi's spear stabbed the officer's forehead in a daze, just like his previous fighting posture. After so many rounds, he could still make the same attack. The officer looked at him again. Minute.

However, this also gave the officer a chance. Ye Qi received several attacks in front of him. He had countermeasures against such forehead attacks. When would he not launch a counterattack at this time?

The officer flanked the machete and slashed the barrel behind the tip of the gun. His left hand turned fist into a palm and hit the gun head. He shot the spear away from him, and then squeezed the handle firmly with his right hand. The target was pointed at Ye Qi who was holding the gun. Both hands, wanting to make him give up weapons.

And all of this was in Ye Qi's plan. His original intention was to make the opponent mistakenly think that he had a chance to counterattack. This attack did not require much effort, so he was easily opened by the officer.

With his left hand retreated to the bottom of his right hand, Ye Qi tried his best to return the deviated spear back to its original path. This gripping method required all efforts at the end of the spear, and it would take more than twice the normal strength.

After Ye Qi changed hands, the officer realized that he had been in the game for a few seconds after he changed hands. If he continued, before he forced Ye Qi to release his weapon, he himself would be hit by the re-attacked spear and hit his chest. Hit the forehead.

The officer had no choice but to give up his plan to attack Ye Qi, change the attack line of the machete, and use the back of the knife to meet the spear, barely blocking the blow, the arm was almost as if electric shocked, the machete almost came out, and he couldn't do better in a hurry. Up.

Ye Qi was so powerful that he pressed his opponent back again and again with great strength, and then withdrew his spear. When the opponent was inconvenient to move, he swung the spear to imitate the opponent's action of smashing Huashan into his forehead.

The officer did not dare to be scornful every day, and tried his best to raise the machete to defend, with his left hand resting on the back of the knife, and both hands to resist the huge spear that swiftly approached above.

Along with a magnificent impact, the sound was so loud that it might be heard by the smaller half of the base. The machete in the officer's hand hovered out and plunged into the ground of the base, and the officer knelt on one knee and shed blood from the tiger's mouth.

Ye Qi firmly grasped the spear and stopped it three centimeters above his forehead. After knocking off the opponent's weapon, he immediately controlled the spear and did not intend to continue swinging it down after the victory.

"Sure enough, I took it, worthy of being the famous'Southern Spear King', I was convinced that I lost." The officer simply admitted that he had failed, and his hands were still shaking, even if he could get it back from the ground. Machete, there is no way to continue the competition.

Ye Qi retracted the giant spear and gently erected it on the ground: "I'm overwhelmed. If it weren't for the weapon, I wouldn't have won you easily."

The officer didn't appreciate it, and the soldiers' blood made him say one is one and two is two: "No, I can't handle this weapon, but you can handle it. From this point, I have no excuses."

Ye Qi stretched out his hand to support the officer, feeling sorry for the officer who was able to compete with him for a long time: "I didn't control this situation. Would you like to treat it?"

"Papa Papa!" Sergeant Chief Joey walked over with his applause. After watching the match between the two, he had a clearer understanding of Ye Qi's strength: "'Southland Spear King' is well-deserved, really let us Eye-opener."

"You two take him to the infirmary for a bandage." Chief Sergeant Joy pointed at the two guards beside him and ordered them to take the martial arts officer to heal and rest.

The officer bowed to Chief Joey and Ye Qi: "Sir, then I will leave first." Then they left with the two guards.

Ye Qi went to the machete again and pulled it out of the ground. Chen Feng saw that the huge machete was full of gaps, and it was obviously damaged and could not be used again.

Ye Qi gently stroked the notches on the machete, which were all caused by the collision with his spear: "Sergeant Chief Joey, give me this machete too, so that when I see it, I can remember what happened today. "

Chief Joey was so proud today, he didn't refuse any request: "This knife is damaged like this. It's useless if we hold it. You can take it away if you want."

"Then thank you." Ye Qi fixed both the spear and the machete to his modified machine, and then called Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong to get off the plane: "You two will get off the plane. There is no need to stay in the mecha."