"King God! Let's go, let's go! Let's go!!" In the distance, Shen Zuo realized something. After a brief moment of confusion, he suddenly let out a heart-rending roar and ran towards here like crazy.
"Take care of yourself, level 8, Phi Palm!!" Zhou Shaohua approached forcefully, his body shook, and his strength surged. Pia Pang attacked with unparalleled force, Xu Yun's meat grinder-like double knives
The whirlwind and Yi Tingxuan's ferocious cyan sword each swept over with wild momentum and locked onto Shen Zuo's chest and head.
Yu Xiaotian also approached Shen Zuo, his body was like a swimming dragon, he flashed quickly, turned over from the side and back, and with the rapid movement of his body, the soft sword stirred up layers of cold light, and went straight to the heart of the Queen of God.
He is ruthless and cunning, with murderous intent! He is no longer as handsome and gentle as before, and he is now a cold-blooded killer! As a direct disciple of the Black List Emperor Chen Zun, and the acting president of the Black Dragon Society at that time, his strength is definitely not a boast! At this moment
Fully exposed, the tricky degree of the moves is astonishing.
"Get away!!" Shen Zuo went crazy, roaring and roaring, ignoring any defense, and bursting out with all his strength like a hurricane, slamming into the four golden traps. With the stimulation of the drug, he fell into
In a crazy state, Shen Zuo's explosion at this moment was extremely powerful.
It's a pity that none of the four opponents he faced were simple things. Everyone knew the crisis of the situation and everyone knew what to do at this moment, so... break out, break out, risk your life to intercept!!
Crazy competition? Cruel competition? Desperate competition? No one loses here!
The four golden kings dueled at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Emperor. The fierce collision was unprecedentedly brutal, and scarlet blood sprayed out. Xu Yun and others were slightly weaker, but they had no hesitation and were fearless. They were blown away time and time again and bitten to death again and again.
With his front teeth bared and a ferocious face, he attacked again like a vicious dog.
"Get away, you beasts, get away!!" Shen Zuo was anxious and angry, without any composure or calmness. The momentum of madness continued to increase, even to the point of using his fists to fight against the sword, but... every time he took a step forward,
There are always hideous wounds left on the body, some of which are as deep as the bones and are too horrific to look at.
"Don't even think about it!!!" The four men roared ferociously, killing them savagely, like crazy monsters.
"God King, let's go!! Let's go!! God King!!!" Shen Zuo struggled forward, his voice filled with endless desolation. He has been in the world for decades and has been seeking to be the quasi-emperor for more than ten years. He...
I had a trembling feeling in my heart, and for the first time...my eyes were blurry...
Because of the God King's words, "Go well, Shen Zuo," and because the God King sacrificed his life to rescue him in the end, he had never imagined, never expected... the cold and cruel God King actually...
"God King, give me an injection. I can give you a fair fight. It's just you and me." Yang Jing stared at the God King and said these words, which even surprised him.
But looking at the God King's expression and tattered body, and listening to the tone and meaning of his words, Yang Jing suddenly felt something in his heart. 'The more majestic he is, the more lonely he is; the more indifferent he is, the more desolate he is.'
This is the most realistic description of the God-King at this moment.
Once, he roamed the world and fought bloody battles with powerful men, making countless heroes awed; once, he fought fiercely with Nakamura Yuzawa and brought a generation of Kazekage Emperors under his command; once, he was high and revered as the emperor, Yang Jing
and the shadow that cannot be erased from Di Cheng's heart; in the past, he brought too many dangers to Tianmen and too much oppression to Di Cheng.
Once upon a time, he visited China in person several times and pushed Tianmen into despair; once upon a time, he was arrogant and majestic and despised the heroes of the world; once upon a time, this was a god-like man and a legendary existence.
Once upon a time...once upon a time...
Unknowingly, time passed, Tianmen grew stronger, Di Cheng proclaimed himself emperor, and the abandoned son of his own family, a subordinate of Di Cheng, also aspired to the pinnacle of quasi-emperor. Perhaps even Yang Jing had never imagined that the god-king he once looked up to infinitely would become the emperor.
He actually felt dejected under his own iron rod, and never imagined that one day he would face off against this legendary figure and be able to witness his... final battle...
"...Injections..." The God King murmured to himself. In his pocket, there were three such injections. He had specially asked for them from the organization before coming to Outer Mongolia, and planned to use them when fighting Di Cheng.
Being the last trump card was also his determination to frantically raise chips and fight to the death on the battlefield.
But now...
Perhaps due to the influence of emotions, or perhaps due to a sudden enlightenment, the God King felt that these three 'treasures' were so ironic.
Perhaps the Ghost King was right. The moment the organization developed the injection, and the moment the God King forcibly took it as his own, he and the God of War were doomed to decline and tragedy. When he heard this sentence, the God King was angry
The Ghost King once ignored him, but now... maybe... the Ghost King is right...
The power given by the injection is too overbearing, and the feeling of rising strength is wonderful. However, excessive reliance and repeated stimulation have invisibly affected the physique and consciousness to varying degrees, and ultimately led to the decline in the strength of many divine sons and divine guards.
Stalled.
"God King, I'll give you a chance to fight one last time, a fair fight." Yang Jing spoke up again, inviting him to fight.
The God King quietly faced Yang Jing, still as calm as ever, only his eyes became more and more complicated. A fair fight? Is it possible? Silently feeling the severe pain from his right arm and right leg, the prosthetic limb was damaged, and the connection between the alloy and the bone
The parts were in tatters, and waves of severe pain stimulated his consciousness and nerves like a tide. It was a miracle that he could stand and stay awake, all because of his perseverance.
The activities are all difficult, so where is the final battle?
The God King never admits defeat, but seeing his former 'child' so powerful, his pride has collapsed, and he has to open his eyes to face reality and accept the determined results.
He wants to retreat, but his body can only become a burden to Shen Zuo. The fate of the two of them can be imagined. He wants to fight, but in his current state, he can only become an object of abuse. Neither situation is what he wants.
Those who can accept it, at least the lonely soul, will not allow him to end up like that.
After a long period of calm, the God King said silently: "Yang Jing, you win."
Huh? Yang Jing was secretly surprised, looked at the God King carefully, and admitted defeat? How is it possible? The God King is so aloof and arrogant, how could he have the moment to admit defeat? Could he be deliberately cheating?
The God King wanted to open his eyes and see the world, but as soon as he moved, his eyes were stinging and stinging, the corners of his eyes twitched in pain, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
However... the majesty remains the same, the indifference remains the same, and the emperor's dignity seems to be more important than his life.
There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and the God King took a gentle breath: "Perhaps the last moments of my life were not very glorious, and my actions undermined the majesty of the God of War, but at least... I was... a warrior...
"
As the words fell, the tattered mechanical arm slowly lifted up. Yang Jing and Wu Yuniang were alert at the same time, preparing to welcome the God King's final madness and use his death in battle to achieve the glory of their 'Return of the King'.
However...the next moment...
"In the last battle, my opponent is no one else but myself. Who in the world can kill me? No one can! Who can defeat me? No one can! Anyone who can kill me can defeat me.
There is only one person, and that is... me!!"
Poof!! The mechanical arm deflected sharply and went straight to the God King's chest. The broken iron fork penetrated the flesh and penetrated deeply into the heart. Strong blood spurted out, surging in the chest, and some of it came from the wound.
Squirt out.
The God King's body trembled violently, and he almost fell down after shaking a few times. Perseverance supported his consciousness, and he struggled to maintain an upright posture and maintain that majestic demeanor. He slowly raised his head and faced Yang Jing's direction. After a moment,
, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a real smile, a little strange and a little sad on the blood-stained face: "Yang Jing, tell Di Cheng for me. He is the best graduate of 'Skynet Academy'
Student, I am...proud of him..."
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