Chapter 158 Qubi Azhuo’s Light [Please vote]

The face of the little bee in the barrel was pale, with many skin and flesh bruises. It was obvious that it had lost too much blood. It seemed that even if it recovered, it would need to be replenished.

The wounds on the body stopped bleeding quickly, the blood platelets moved quickly, and the wounds formed scars quickly.

Zhuang Ming had already turned around and left, and at this time the second person Yuan Bao had also arrived at the scene.

With the success of Little Bee, they will never let themselves lose in the future. The weakest Little Bee can persevere to the end. Who among them can say that they are not good?

Yuan Bao's miserable state was no weaker than that of Little Bee. It was as if he had been subjected to the cruelest torture, and his body was completely bruised.

There are two people below, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1. The one in front is clearly the order that the seven Thunder Commandos should follow, and the last one belongs to Nie Bing.

Old Fox and Harley were in the third group, then Lei Zhan, and Yama and Daniel were in the fourth group.

The more people there are, the more miserable and chaotic it becomes. The final battle of Lei Zhan, King of Hell and Daniel were the worst, because they were beaten the most.

Nie Bing never expected that the seemingly simple sandbag attack could be so cruel, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Finally it came to him. He gritted his teeth and rushed in without hesitation. After entering, he realized why they were so miserable.

It's not that he can't fight back, but after fighting back, it will return at the same speed, or even faster.

It doesn't hurt, but you have pain, and there are sandbags coming from all directions.

Even the iron cloth shirt is completely unbearable in this environment.

The bigger Nie Bing gets, the faster he goes. The faster he goes, the harder he can control his strength, and then he can't even imagine how fast he can fight back, and he slowly gets out of his control.

"Bang bang bang~~~" He couldn't defend himself at all. He acted pretty well at first, but then he said he was hit in various ways.

Especially when his head was hit, he felt a little dizzy for a moment. He fell to the ground with a plop, and then Zhuang Ming's pebbles flew on time. The heartbreaking pain suddenly made him wake up and jump straight away.

stand up.

The best sobriety pills are not that good.

After throwing the rubber ball, it was time to throw the stones. Anyway, Nie Bing had an iron cloth shirt. The stones were almost the same as the rubber balls, and they would hurt a little more at most.

Tragic! Tragic! Tragic!

The weight on his body became more and more powerful, suppressing his actions. Sometimes he could do a quick tiger tail swing, but now he would just punch out from a tiger, hitting him where he wanted it most, preventing danger.

arrival.

It's not that he didn't want to use it, it was just too piercing and unforgettable.

Just now he used a tiger's tail swing out of habit. We all know that a tiger's tail swing requires the body to fly sideways and then kick out with great force.

This is the move where he shows his greatest strength.

Then he did succeed, knocking down the sandbags, and then all the sandbags seemed to move much faster in an instant. His body in the air could dodge one sandbag. But he could dodge two, three, or even four.

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Like the tide, it was continuous, and his body in the air was like a living target.

In an instant, the heavy sandbag hit him like an iron fist, hitting his back, head, and waist repeatedly.

At this moment, he felt regretful in his heart. Why did he use this action in the sandbag formation? Isn't this looking for death?

Anyone with a brain will know that this is a complete deception. If it is his instinctive reaction, the result will be the desire to vomit blood, a very strong desire to vomit blood.

He felt as if his skull was almost cracked. He quickly protected his head and fell heavily to the ground in depression.

When he got up again, he no longer dared to let his body react instinctively. He had to control and suppress it, otherwise he would die.

A strong body instinct is a good thing, but if you can't control it, sometimes this body instinct will push you to hell.

For the first time, Nie Bing felt that he was really happy after practicing the iron cloth shirt. The discomfort he felt when he was chased by his master and beaten with a wooden stick when he was a child no longer exists after today.

Master always said that for those with foresight, Tie Bushan's sins were not in vain.

He was not as miserable as the others, but he had the most bruises. Although his face was well protected, his two exposed arms looked blue and black.

You can only know this sour taste if you try it yourself.

In just half an hour, Nie Bing felt that he had at least a dozen minor fractures all over his body, which made him feel like he was bursting with tears.

This is the reason why they practiced with Iron Cloth Shirt. Then how miserable Lei Zhan and the others were. It is estimated that there are at least dozens of fractures all over their bodies.

"Go and wash yourself." Zhuang Ming threw a medicine bag over, and then walked straight towards the road of no return.

Nie Bing had a wry smile on his face. They were all carried in, and he had to walk back by himself. Every step was extremely difficult, and he felt heartbreaking pain from every part of his body.

Seeing Zhuang Ming enter the group of sandbags, Nie Bing couldn't help but turn his head and look, maybe he wanted to see Zhuang Ming's performance.

Naturally, he was deeply shocked, and he limped to the men's bathroom in despair.

Zhuang Ming entered the group of sandbags and struck quickly. He was like a prophet who could predict the future, and he was able to avoid the incoming sandbags in advance without even using his eyes to see them.

Even if multiple sandbags came at him, none of them hit Zhuang Ming. If he blasted away violently, there would always be a way out.

However, not long after Nie Bing left, as Zhuang Ming's attack speed accelerated, the sandbags rebounded faster and faster, and more sandbags hit Zhuang Ming.

At this time, only some female soldiers were secretly watching and whispering private words to each other.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Zhuang Ming was also taking a medicinal bath to recover from fatigue and some minor injuries.

If you push yourself to the limit, you will always get injured, and it will be no worse than Lei Zhan and the others.

After training without any rest all afternoon, he was completely absorbed in it, enjoying the burning pain that made him want to scratch hard.

Likewise, the power of the medicine quickly entered his body, helping him slowly strengthen his bones and muscles.

Qu Bia Zhuo sat on the lawn, looking up at the sky, and the scene from five years ago sounded again in his mind.

She was still an ignorant girl at that time, full of longing and fantasy for her significant other, imagining that one day her own Prince Charming from the fairy tale would appear in front of her.

A happy family, a happy age, and a happy future full of fantasy.

But everything was destroyed in the disaster, everything was lost.

Fortunately, she met him and pulled her back from hell to the door.
Chapter completed!