Chapter 279: Big fuck

They fight again, fight again, no compromise, no concession, Beiruf's skin is flowing under the armor with a mixture of sweat and blood, and his arm becomes heavier with each swing of the knife.
Grake was also uncomfortable. The injury to his right leg limped him, and his angry heart was unsustainable because of the accumulated pain applied to his body.
The confrontation between the two sides has become more wild and more vicious, with a breath of self-abortion.
Boom!
Grak threw a heavy punch and brushed Beiruf's head with a finger and hit the rear wall.
The masonry structure separated and collapsed under this impact, and the partition wall broke apart with the impact.
The detective of Beirut grabbed his enemy and slammed it into the wall again.
After a moment, the two people who were tightly locked smashed into the ruined wall together, causing the entire area to slide up on the edge.
With another wave of thunder, the rain finally came, soaking up the hot atmosphere and jumping from every dry surface.
The two warlords are still fighting. They remove more guardrails and throw away the falling fragments. They ignore the danger and indulge in fighting. They fight like fighters on the gladiator field. They are no longer the so-called reasons, but are purely , Driven by pure violence.
Beiruf tried to push the opponent back so that he could fall off the platform. He grabbed the bone shoulder guard and pulled it off the armor.
The ornament fell apart, breaking away from the rope and jumping on the masonry.
Grak gave up the attempt to stabilize his body, squatted his arms and swooped forward, grabbed Beluf's abdomen and flung both of them off the edge of the broken platform.
For a second they stayed on the edge, they were still fighting each other, the knife and the axe rushed towards each other again, steel and steel grind.
Beiruf struggled to maintain his posture, and Grak refused to let him succeed.
As the arms were crossed for the last time, the weight of the two finally crushed the footing underfoot, causing them to separate and collapse in a burst of gravel rain.
They fell down and galloped with Yulu along the edge of the palace towards the ground.
The two warlords slammed the outer wall of the sky garden, and then smashed it down for another 20 meters, leaving a slender wound on the gilded wall.
The double-edged blades do not know where to go, and then the battle axe, all flew straight out of the ground in the impact.
After a bitter friction, both warlords landed in a palace protruding below.
The weight of the two hit the stone vault, until they hit another post underneath, and then really stopped.
Surrounded by a mess, Ock staggered up, without weapons but still not regaining the reason lost in anger.
They rushed towards each other, their arms striking each other, resulting in a series of boxing back and forth.
The warm rain fell around them, causing the blood-stained river to flow over the scarred armor.
Grak hits Bellow's temple with all his brutal heavy blows, turning his opponent's head to the side.
Beirut immediately stumbled back to avoid the next offensive, and then came back with a slam from him. They came close again, tearing each other, sliding in the rain and the sewage. The power of each impact was still beyond imagination. Blessed by their super muscles, blessed by their shared irreversible anger.
"Damn red-skinned jumping head!"
At the next moment, Beilufu finally seized the victory and shot Graham’s damaged helmet, which seemed to make the blood axe anger unstoppable, so that he rushed to catch Jiang Bei regardless of the pain. Ruff lost the whole room.
But the other party quickly returned with a roar, slamming Gram's already debilitating counterattack, ready to send his fist into the crack that had just opened.
The target missed by his fist lost balance again, and his entire body smashed into the floor and rolled upward.
At the same time, the sky above him flashed a flash of lightning, and the lightning in the clouds seemed to come in front of him. Beiruv tried to stand up dizzyingly, breathing hard, and he looked muddy in the rain. Fart.
For a moment, Grak seemed to see the chance.
But he could only lie down, with painful heat all over his body, many bones had broken, his armor was badly damaged, and the battle axe was gone.
Of course, Beirut didn't look better. His army coat had only a few blood-stained rags, and his shoulders shrugged.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Grak heard the sound of laughter as if from a distance, and after a while realized it came from himself, his chest began to shake, and joy appeared in his stomach.
"what are you laughing at?"
Beirut staggered towards him, his fists still clenched.
Grak propped his knees to stabilize his body, and Ren laughed through the ribs with pain.
"How interesting, you finally look like an Ok."
Beirug shook and stood before him.
At this time the sky was clear, the rainstorm lasted only a moment, as if it had never appeared, but the air was full of the moist feeling after being washed, and even the smell was diluted.
"You should follow the plan! This is war, not your weapon!"
"Ha, for Ok, this is no different. If you do the same thing as you did before, you will find that Xiami is not a problem at all."
"You think your war insights are deeper than mine?"
Beirut narrowed his puffy eyes, and the light was full of danger and warning.
"How do you know if you don't try?"
Grak returned him with the same look.
Then, Beirut turned around without a word, and Grak did not chase him, and the younger brothers finally found their bosses.
"Boss! Powerful, beating the gunman with a swollen nose and blue face!"
"Head! We also want to fight the gunmen!"
The children were noisy, but Grak kept staring at Beiruf's staggering figure. He could sense the anger accumulated in the other party. I'm afraid it was not so easy to solve.
"Go, find Gunner's knife~EbookFREE.me~ and send him back."
After a few minutes of this battle, the pain finally began to find Grak, but under the action of the severe pain boy and alcohol, the pain quickly subsided, and Grackle's ripper was also recovered.
The carnival started again in the ruined palace, and this process would last for several days until Grak decided to leave.
But all accidents always come so suddenly.
Boom Boom Boom~~!
The sudden rumbling of cannons made Grak jump from his chair, and the leaders around him quickly grabbed their weapons.
"what's the situation!"
"Which kid is firing again!"
Although the leader was nervous, but there was no confusion, they all thought which mechanic had gone wrong again. This is a very common thing.
But Grak heard a different message. This was the sound of a large-caliber heavy artillery. His army had no such thing.
"Boss, Boss!!!!!!"
A smoky boy stumbled into the palace.
"Guns and gunmen started firing! They fired at us!!!"
Grake had a hunch in his heart, so he didn’t show any surprise. He raised his head and looked through the gate to the distance. A plume of smoke and flames was rising in every corner of the city, accompanied by a huge Roaring and trembling underfoot.
"Boys! He wants to fight! I will fight with him! Let's go!"
The chiefs responded, and follower Grak walked out of the palace, and the blood axe army began to gather, preparing to fight back against another army outside the city.
"What is this...why?"
Shabal looked at the city obscured by smoke and flames, as well as the Beirut Legion, who was waiting for him. His jaw almost fell to the ground, and the bones in his mouth slid out.