Chen Long glanced at Ye Cunxin, because their twelve zodiac signs owe Zhang Lu and Huo Fenghuang the love, and said with a wry smile, "You Fire Phoenix have good speed and early warning abilities."

"You already have the sixth type of ability, but in terms of strength, Zhang Lu broke through the limits of the human body alone."

"I heard that the World Red Shield Competition may simulate the scene of World War II. You are not physically strong enough..."

Immediately, Chen Long shook his head, with a hint of regret in his tone.

Zhang Lu may no longer have to enter the sixth category of institutions, but it is very necessary to enter the Fire Phoenix. Wherever they will get a transformation.

The scene of World War II?

The female soldiers of the Fire Phoenix were shocked and looked at Chen Long one by one.

Chen Long said indifferently, "I just heard that, pretending that I didn't say..."

Originally, the female soldiers wanted to ask Chen Long, but they were worried about Zhang Lu, so they didn't stop and ask more questions, so they chased him.

Because Zhang Lu and Zhan Ge fought against each other while running and entered the jungle ahead.

The group moved their positions.

As soon as the twelve zodiac signs enter the jungle, they see big trees falling down in a row.

"If you don't know about this scene, you think the tanks are running around inside." Mao Tu shook his head and said astonished.

"Yes, just trying to fight with bare hands, it actually created a raging scene. These two people...the combat power is really terrifying." Zishi exclaimed.

"Both are geniuses. The younger sister has been receiving special forces training since she was a child. When she became an adult, the training intensity was even lower than that of us."

The ugly bull looked at the trembling jungle ahead with a dazed look and said, "The little junior sister has such strength, which is inseparable from her talent and hard practice."

"It's Zhang Lu..."

Yinhu said in confusion, "No one can understand where Zhang Lu got his talent. This man seemed to be a natural soldier. After entering the army, he immediately emerged!"

Chen Long said with emotion, "The master said before that some people are born soldiers and are born for war!"

"Maybe, Zhang Lu is such a soldier."

...

The Jungle War.

Half an hour passed, and the fallen trees were everywhere.

If someone looks down from the sky, he can see that the originally dense green area has been empty.

Both of them are iron-blooded soldiers.

The Battle Song was trained by the Hermit to become a combat machine, like a sophisticated machine, and once it is turned on, it will not stop.

After Zhang Lu experienced the withering and rising plants, his mood was different. He had the toughness of a weed and could look down on the wind and snow.

He hadn't met such an opponent for a long time. He met the opponent with a chess game, and he fought happily and his blood was boiling.

Both of them are the same in this regard, and they are full of fighting spirit.

Two figures kept jumping in the forest, chasing each other, and it was hard to tell the difference.

Zhan Song's narrow autumn eyes glanced at the collapsed trees, and suddenly two curved knives appeared in his hand.

Zhan Feng said indifferently, "Use weapons, don't waste time, my weapon is Wu Gou!"

Wu Gou?

Zhang Lu thought of a poem, why not take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan.

It seems that the hermit raised his daughter as his son, no wonder he cultivated a combat machine.

Zhang Lu took out the two Emei thorns on his body and held them in his hand.

The sun collapsed and the gap above the jungle shone, and fell on the Emei Thorns.

The dark and rare texture emits a cold light. The next second, a red light soars into the sky, reflecting the sunshine, like blood.

What weapon is this?

Zhan Song looked at him in surprise and looked quite extraordinary.

But even extraordinary!

Nowadays, there are few weapons in this world that can be compared with her Wu Gou.

According to his father's hermit, he found a meteorite outside the sky without any abnormality, and created a meteorite outside the sky to create a weapon with its texture beyond alloy materials.

Shrink the ground into an inch.

Zhan Ge took a few steps and his body shot to Zhang Lu. With a wave of Wu hook in his right hand, he formed a shiny exercise in the air.

Silently, but a sharp burst out from Wu hook. This sharpness is not as cold as any dagger, even the wolf teeth, which can stimulate the skin and cause goosebumps.

Zhang Lu's pupils shrank, and the other party's Wu Gou Bufan, but his Emei Thorns were not ordinary people either.

With a tingling sound, gold and iron clashed.

The triangle thorn of the Emei thorn clamped the waved Wu hook.

The next moment.

War Song draws the sword and waves it again.

clank!

The two of them were already together, and two extraordinary weapons were flashing with sparks.

At this moment, in the plane in the sky, the Hermit and Chamberlain stared at the Emei Thorn at the same time, and a bloody color rushed up the cheeks of the two, blushing and speaking almost at the same time.

"Blood Emei, Zhuque's weapon?"

The hermit suddenly jumped off the plane.

This is more than 100 meters high!

Without any safety measures, jump straight down!

The pilot was stunned!

The hermit fell from mid-air, but maintained the balance of the center of gravity, like a javelin falling from the sky, piercing straight down to the earth.

Just keeping the balance of the center of gravity in the wind blowing shows the degree of hermit's grasp of the body.

Then his body fell into a towering tree.

Take action one after another!

Keep holding onto the trees with both hands.

If someone else falls from a high altitude and grabs the trees hard, the branches will definitely break, and under this impact, people cannot keep their bodies straight.

Then the hermit is worthy of being the hermit, the first of millions of troops!

The branches and leaves were not broken, and when they were about to the extreme, they let go of their hands and opened their palms.

In this way, he relied on the resilience of the bent branches to continuously slow down the falling force, and when he fell steadily on the ground.

The big tree was eroded by the strong wind, shaking violently.

He was like a blue shadow, shooting towards the direction where Zhang Lu was.

Zhang Lu and Zhan Ge fought from the jungle to the river area, but they still couldn't decide the winner.

Sudden.

Buzz.

Zhang Lu's mind was filled with the most terrifying warning buzzing ever, which sounded more than the 160-decibel death training received at Amazon Gigs Jungle War School.

But this shadow is too fast.

It is the hermit Qinglong!

I don’t know what action he used, so I cut into the battle group at once, pushed the battle song away, and instantly grabbed Zhang Lu’s Emei Thorn.

Zhang Lu's eyes twitched wildly and he struggled hard.

Although there is no explosive power, his power has exceeded 1,500 kilograms.

Such power can be said that any single pulling hand can pull people away.

But Qinglong pushed it.

Bang!

Zhang Lu's arm hit his chest hard. Under the superposition of strength, his lungs shaking and a mouthful of blood was spurted out on the spot.

As soon as the Qinglong grabbed, the Emei thorn came into his hand and suddenly stabbed him.

Emei thorns slashed Zhang Lu's throat.

Buzz!

The warning sound was already boiling, and my mind was trembling.

Many postures flashed in Zhang Lu's mind, but he actually found that no one could be avoided safely.
To be continued...