Shortly after the words were finished, Gesang entered the motorcycle battle formation like a mechanic warrior. The lamp pole weighing 150 or 60 kilograms was familiar with nothing in his hand. His movements were simple and rough, with only the only moves to smash and sweep. The lamp pole in his hand swept towards the four motorcycles with afterimages and howling strong winds. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, eight riders were knocked out of the car, the two on the far right were the first to be hit, and the red and white splashed out on the spot.

The remaining power of the lamp pole did not diminish, and he swept the other six people to the ground. Under the control of his terrifying force, as long as he was rubbed by the lamp pole, he would inevitably be injured, either being beaten to death or being seriously injured. After taking action, Gesang's huge body was half a meter higher, and then he fell heavily, and four motorcycles were blown into pieces by his stick.

The headlights and debris on the windshield splashed out, hitting Gesang's silver armor with a crisp jingle sound. It is not difficult to see how terrifying his strength is.

"Ah." The rider on a motorcycle was frightened by the scenery in front of him. He spitted out a mouthful of bitterness, and the motorcycle fell to the ground and died. It didn't matter if he died, and the knife hand behind him was also hit. He was thrown by the powerful inertia of the motorcycle and was directly thrown to less than a meter in front of Gesang.

Feeling the powerful aura emitted by Gesang, the knife hand begged for mercy in horror: "Please don't kill me." (English)

Gesang really didn't kill him after hearing what he said. He just swung his kick and kicked the knife hand in front of him away. When the knife hand fell heavily, a fist-sized depression appeared in his chest. A blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, and then his eyes turned and he fainted immediately.

After killing the man, Gesang did not stop. He strode into the motorcycle battle formation, causing the battle formation to overturn. In less than five minutes, there were as many as fifty motorcycles in his hand, which was actually 2.5 times that of Hu Tao. As for the rider and knife handle on the car, almost none of them survived or were injured.

When the middle-aged think tank of the Speed ​​Party saw this scene, beads of sweat slid down from their foreheads and dripped onto his clothes. He had heard of Xie Wendong's such a mighty general under his command, but he had never seen his power. When he saw it today, it was indeed worthy of his reputation. With him joining forces, the motorcycle battle formation could not be used to exert its maximum power.

After thinking for a while, the middle-aged think tank finally reacted. He took out a loudspeaker and ordered: "Don't worry about Gesang first, kill the person with the axe first. If you delay, you will have no chance." (English)

After the order was conveyed, five forty motorcycle drivers in concentric circles began to move when they heard the sound. After shouting loudly, they all used their swords together. Although Hu Tao tried hard to cut over two motorcycles, he could not withstand the joint attack of eight motorcycles. With a scream, five or six bloody holes suddenly appeared on his body. It was simply that he was thick-skinned and thick-skinned. The first round of attack only hurt his flesh and no muscles.

Even so, Hu Tao still tasted the taste of death. Out of survival instinct, his strength was greater than before, and his moves were even more rapid. After a beat, four or five motorcycles were destroyed by him. Now, he finally knew why the enemy had to deal with him with a concentric array. Because while he destroyed a circle, there were other vehicles that could be replenished. The airtight "concentric array" locked it firmly.

Seeing Hu Tao in danger, three eyes shouted at Gesang: "Gesang don't care about others, save people first." Gesang agreed, gave up chasing the three motorcycles in front of him, and swung his thighs to the direction where Hu Tao was. At this time, four or five meters riders on twenty or thirty motorcycles were launching a fierce attack on Hu Tao, completely unaware of the threat behind him.

"Be careful, Gesang is here." The members of the Racing Party who were watching the game issued a reminder at the right time. However, they had already started the battle, and even if they heard the shouts of their companions, they could not withdraw in a short time.

Just as a knife hand swung his arms and smashed it hard on Hu Tao's head, Gesang finally arrived. He suddenly sent the lamp pole in his hand, and the front part of the lamp pole was bent at 70 degrees. The lamp pole itself had no vitality, but it directly strangled the neck of the knife hand like it had eyes.

Before he could react, he was taken out of the car by a powerful force. Because the incident suddenly happened, the man was run over by the wheel of another motorcycle while falling out. He heard a terrifying and miserable howl, and his head fell to the ground like a broken watermelon, red and white.

In addition, as he fell, a riot broke out in the concentric circle. More than six motorcycles collided with each other, and people were overturned.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Gesang swung his two sticks, destroyed five motorcycles, and opened a gap in the concentric array composed of five circles. Seeing Hu Tao about to escape, a big man looked fierce,

Before he could speak, he held the steel knife tightly in both hands, and with the help of the motorcycle, he swung his whole body and kicked Hu Tao's back quickly and fiercely.

Hu Tao, who had just settled down, leaning back and avoiding this rapid kick. But before he could take a breath, another knife hand arrived. His legs were on the soft seat of the motorcycle, nearly two meters three meters away from the ground, and without hesitation, he swung the knife toward Hu Tao's head.

A bunch of people who are seeking death really bullied themselves as soft persimmons, right? He leaned forward with his right hand, drove the mountain axe to knock the swordsman away, and then cut the latter's head with incredible bounce force.

Suddenly, his head fell from the sky, causing the minds of several riders to be blank. Ah~~~~ After a moment of silence, there was a desolate and sad roar.

As the leader of the Hongmen Tianzi in the UK, he ranks in the top five. Although the wounds on his body made him tremble all over, his own strength is never mixed with any water. It is easy to avoid such a killer move.

The dead-headed corpse shot out half a meter-high blood bamboo pillar and then fell straight from the motorcycle. Just as the corpse was about to fall, Hu Tao hooked the corpse's armpits, grabbed the fairly intact right hands with his big hand, and pulled forward so suddenly. With a slam, a motorcycle blocking the front was smashed to the ground by the corpse and the car.

Finally, Hu Tao successfully rescued himself with Gesang's help. Hu Tao, who escaped from the gate of hell, was full of gratitude to Gesang. He said excitedly: "Thank you for your life-saving kindness." Gesang burst out and laughed: "You're welcome, I've smashed almost sixty motorcycles. Do you want to give up on your defeat and treat me to mutton?"

Sixty cars?! Hu Tao took a breath. He was so scared that he could hardly open his eyes by the lights of the headlights that he could hardly open his eyes. He just heard the sound of thunder outside the motorcycle array. He didn't know what Gesang's real record was. Now when he had time, he saw that the venue was full of scrapped motorcycles and messy parts. At a rough look, there were at least one hundred riders and knife hands lying on the ground.

With such amazing combat power, even Hu Tao couldn't help but feel moved. But he was not the one who was willing to admit defeat so easily. He smiled: "The game is not over yet, I still have a chance."

Gesang smiled honestly and knocked away the three motorcycles that came to take revenge: "You have no chance."
Chapter completed!