Click.

Iron blood broke his neck.

He easily opened his hand and the body fell to the ground with a thud.

The eight-person elite action team was slaughtered by the iron-blooded warriors in just two or three minutes.

Gululululu.

Tiexue made a low cry from his mouth and swept the corpse on the ground. He was not very satisfied with such an opponent.

What Iron Blood pursues is fighting. The stronger the opponent, the more excited they are. Such an opponent who can be killed in a moment cannot arouse his interest at all.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something, turned to look at the door of the cold storage, and saw a human standing there. The plasma cannon on its shoulder moved, but suddenly stopped. The iron-blooded warrior looked at the spear in Jiang Hao's hand.

"Gululululu, human, you actually have the weapons of our race warriors." A low and hoarse electronic synthesizer sounded.

"This is the spoil I got after killing an iron-blooded warrior." Jiang Hao shook the spear in his hand and said firmly.

"Trophy, you killed my tribe, roar~~" The iron-blooded warrior let out a roar, and his body disappeared, and the next moment, a frisbee shot towards Jiang Hao, with a very fast speed, and Jiang Hao seemed to be able to see the cold light shining on the blade.

Jiang Hao was about to use his spear to dial the Frisbee when suddenly a sense of crisis came, and he suddenly flashed to the side.

"Si!"

A plasma beam shot through the place where Jiang Hao had just stood, and Jiang Hao was still flashing quickly. Looking behind Jiang Hao, rows of slaughtered meat steaks were all penetrated into a hole as big as a fist.
Chapter completed!