Four sounds were heard in succession, the first was a black stick thrust into the ground, the second was a black shadow writhing and falling, one was the God King throwing himself down, and the other was the woman in white being thrown away and falling.
The fierce and dangerous battle finally calmed down.
Gulu!! The three Heiwu captains swallowed hard and stared blankly at the empty pasture in front of them. Their expressions were a little dazed. They had not recovered from the fierce and violent battle before. In just three minutes of attack and counterattack,
Dozens of rounds of frenzied attacks and struggles were like knives digging into their brains, stimulating their vision and heart.
They can feel the coercion and terror from the God King, and they can also feel the power and terror of the two mysterious people who suddenly appear, whether it is the strange movement of the woman in white, the fierce swordsmanship, or the silent movement of the man in black.
He suddenly burst into flames, displaying irritability and ferocity in that moment.
Where did this monster come from!! It actually faced the God King??!! It was even stronger than Tu Qingcang!!
and……
The fierce battle just now was like a violent storm, and it looked dazzling, with afterimages everywhere. But their intuition told them that the final battle was probably the defeat of the God King!!
"Uh...this..." A captain suddenly noticed the big black stick stuck not far away. It was about 1.8 meters long and about 5 centimeters in diameter. It was completely black, covered with traces of battle residue, and exuded a strong force.
Breath. The surface of the black stick is carved with subtle blood-colored lines, like blood vessels, giving it soul and life.
The black stick has a heart-stopping dominance and wildness that is enough to make any warrior obsessed with it and awe-inspiring.
As the captain of the Black Arms Brigade, they are very familiar with this stick and understand it very well.
It is... a tungsten stick!!
"Oh my god!!" The three of them stared at the black stick not far away, muttering unconsciously at the corners of their mouths, their eyes swaying slightly, their pupils slowly dilating, and an unspeakable heat rolled in their chests for just a moment.
, went straight to the forehead, and the body trembled.
The three men suddenly raised their heads and looked feverishly at the direction of the falling black shadow in the distance. After a moment of silence, they knelt on the ground and roared uncontrollably: "Welcome to the commander, return to the Eight Tribes!!"
The commander heard the roars of the three people and felt the excitement and enthusiasm. The five black captains who had been replaced by Huda looked over and quickly noticed the black stick half exposed in the grass. There was a brief doubt.
After thinking about it, excitement, fanaticism, excitement, and all kinds of intense emotions emerged in my mind. They all knelt down on one knee and vented their emotions in a roaring way: "Welcome to the commander, return to the Eight Tribes!!"
The hysterical roar seemed a bit abrupt on the battlefield and quickly attracted the attention of others.
"Commander?? Yang Jing??" Yu Xiaotian had just been replaced by Sukhbamon and Wulihan, and was about to join Xu Yun and the others in the battle circle. Hearing two consecutive roars, he couldn't help but pause and follow the sound.
past.
Because Zhou Shaohua and the other three were distracted, they were attacked by Shen Zuo one after another. With a muffled groan, they were thrown away one by one, scarlet blood sprayed into the sky, and they fell awkwardly ten meters away.
However, Shen Zuo did not continue to attack. The face behind the mask flashed with solemnity, and he looked at the battle circle where the God King was.
The previously restless and frenzied battlefield had significantly eased. Except for Solo and Wunonggu who were still suffering from the violent bombardment of the three 'beasts', everyone else temporarily suppressed their fighting spirit and shifted their attention there.
The man in black lay on his back in the grass, motionless, as if he had been severely injured and fell into a coma. His thick hands were dripping with blood, and his flesh seemed to have been twisted by something. The flesh and blood were bloody and horrible. After a long silence, his fingertips slightly moved.
Shaking, the chest slowly swelled, and then slowly subsided. Then... the closed eyes opened, and the arms moved slightly and then slowly stood up.
Resolute, majestic, calm and solemn, seemingly stable, but his blood-red eyes are a bit unruly and a bit domineering.
Yang Jing!! It was the vice-president leader of the eight tribes who received the order from the base halfway, changed direction and came to support, the second door god of Tianmen... Yang Jing!!
The woman in white is naturally the aunt who followed him out of King Yao's Mansion, Wu Yuniang!
"Finally back!!" Yu Xiaotian was slightly shaken and couldn't help but clenched his fists.
"Old Yang?? Good guy, I'm finally willing to come back." Xu Yun and the others struggled to get up. Because of the pain and exhaustion, their breath became chaotic, but looking at the familiar figure, they could not suppress the excitement in their hearts.
"Eh? Who is that woman??" Yi Tingxuan noticed the woman in white standing up not far away.
Slim and slender, with long hair tied up and fluttering white clothes, she is cool and beautiful. On the vast green grassland, that figure is particularly agile and elegant. Although the white veil covers her face, no matter who sees her for the first time,
All will give rise to a sense of beauty.
That must be a charming and beautiful woman.
"Where's the God King? Where's Lao Tu?" Zhou Shaohua is more concerned about this. Women? No matter how beautiful they are, they are just 'human beings' in his eyes and cannot arouse the slightest interest.
"What happened just now? When did Lao Yang come back?" Xu Yun quietly glanced at the three of them and continued to be vigilant.
"God King, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your strength seems to have declined a bit." Yang Jing stared at the place where the God King fell. His blood-red eyes were calm, as steady as the sea, which was completely different from the mania he once had.
After defeating the God King in just a few minutes, Yang Jing felt deeply excited. After half a year of training, this was the first time he tested his strength on the battlefield. Whether it was physical skills, strength, or control of skills,
There has been a significant improvement, similar to transformation!! I have also seen the 'critical strike' method taught by my mentor, and personally felt its power. Maybe I have not truly entered the imperial realm, but... as my mentor said,
The 'Critical Strike' method can make the performance jump to the emperor level in an instant. A head-on confrontation with the Human Emperor is not an extravagance.
Now it seems that it is indeed!!
Yuniang's harassment strategy may have contributed a lot, but it still cannot conceal the power of 'critical attack'!
In comparison, the performance of the God King was a bit poor, as if it was very different from before.
"Yang Jing, intelligence shows that you were imprisoned in a dungeon by Di Cheng and confined for one year. Now it seems... we were wrong..." The God King slowly stood up, his eyes closed, and two streaks of mixed liquid blood streaked across his cheeks.
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Wu Yuniang's sword light scratched her eyeball, causing blindness. Anyone else would have cried out in horror at this time, but the God King... seemed not to be obviously affected, with no fear, no anger, and a grave look on his face.
Serenity, silence as usual.
This kind of magnanimity and calmness are definitely something that only ordinary people can possess. At least at this point, he still has the majesty that an emperor-level powerhouse should have.
"You can't even determine my whereabouts. It seems that your intelligence system needs to be improved." Yang Jing responded lukewarmly and raised his hand. Captain Heiwu pulled out a tungsten stick and ran over to hand it to him with a bloody palm.
Holding the stick again, his breath became thick and hard.
"When I was hunting Di Cheng and entering Skynet, you were just a follower and received no attention. Who could have imagined that many years later, you would lead the eight tribes of Tianmen, and you would aspire to become a quasi-emperor. Who could have imagined that?
You can imagine..."
"If this is your compliment, I am willing to accept it." Yang Jing quietly looked at Wu Yuniang, their eyes met, nodded slightly, and was ready to fight again.
He didn't care what was going on with the God King's body, or what was special about today's battlefield. Capturing or killing the God King was the goal he had set in his mind the moment he appeared on the battlefield.
The Divine King looked in the direction of Yang Jing and did not answer. He just stood there quietly. Because his eyes were closed and his face was cold and calm, people could not guess what he was thinking.
However, looking at Yang Jing's gradually lifting the iron rod, Xu Yun and the others also regained their fighting spirit.
Shenzuo took advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted and appeared next to the God King. He was vigilant and guarded carefully. From the corner of his eyes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the God King's right leg and arm that were soaked in blood, twisted and torn, and a trace of horror flashed through his heart.
, he didn’t pay attention to what just happened, but the scene in front of him clearly showed the tragedy and wildness of that moment. These two prostheses are the organization’s most high-tech research and development products, and they are fused with his bones. They are not only flexible, but also
The degree of hardness is unparalleled, how could it be possible...
How much force does this require? Was it caused by Tu Qingcang or Yang Jing?
"God King, let's withdraw. We will consider the long term and fight another day." Shen Zuo reminded in a low voice, ready to carry the God King and escape. The development of the situation exceeded expectations. The God King who was originally the trump card turned into a trump card in an instant.
With this appearance, there is no hope of victory, and we must retreat decisively.
The God King did not respond. He still stood there quietly for a long time, then slowly raised his ragged right arm. The movement was a little stiff and difficult. The severe pain from his shoulder stimulated the nerves, and his face turned pale and colorless.
After a moment of silence, the God King's expression suddenly became a little strange. A complicated smile appeared on his cold and stern face that had not changed for thousands of years: "Who could have imagined that in the last battle of my life, I, the God King, would be defeated by you?
In my hands, I was defeated by an accessory that I never paid much attention to."
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