In the past, this place was filled with sweaty and vigorous figures, and it was a meeting place for brothers from various departments to hone their skills. Now... with shouts of death shaking the sky, blood raining, and crowds of people, it has become a hellish battlefield.
The yellow land is still blood-red and dazzling, and the air is full of thick blood, wailing and moaning, indicating the cruelty of the bloody battle, the fierceness and ruthlessness of the battlefield.
With the overall situation determined, Tianmen's counterattack, and the cavalry's escape, the battlefield around the base has come to an end, the internal fighting has also entered its final chapter, and the siege here has also come to an end.
Only two lonely figures remained on the central training field.
Yang Jing VS Chechen!!
There were people gathered inside and outside the training ground. There were generals from Tianmen's ministries, surviving brothers from various ministries, and strong Mongolian men who had been captured and tied up by the iron law. Everyone was watching the battlefield, watching the final battle between the two quasi-emperors.
duel.
"If I win, let go of the five hundred warriors of our clan, you can keep your word!" Chechen roared and ran wildly, his body like a tiger writhing wantonly, and the stainless steel mace was smashed with it, like an out-of-control torrent.
He rushed towards Yang Jing and killed him like crazy.
The heart of a man is still old, and his physical strength is not diminished. The blood all over his body at this moment adds to the wild deterrence, and the violent beating at this moment makes the blood surge.
Chechen's offensive methods are all wild methods that he has learned in the grassland fighting. The moves are born from the heart, and the movements are guided by the heart. There are no subtle moves or incredible sharpness. But as a quasi-level emperor, every move and every move are soaring.
Every leap is extremely fierce, and in the eyes of the surrounding 'audiences', it is a complete visual 'metal storm'!
The power and terror of the quasi-emperor level were deeply engraved in the minds of all those watching the battle. Everyone stopped, everyone was stunned by it, everyone... was amazed by it...
"If you win, I will let your whole family go! If you lose, kneel down and ask for surrender!" Yang Jing retreated and advanced, dodged and evaded, and sometimes there were serial bombardments. He was able to fight back with ease and forcefully, which attracted the surrounding black people.
The armed forces cheered loudly.
Fighting fierceness with fierceness, fighting wildness with wildness. Needless to say, the wonderful performance between the two of them is just the sonorous duel between the tungsten metal stick and the stainless steel mace, which is so dense that it almost becomes the whole roar.
, sparks burst out like a machine cutting them, making the people watching the battle feel their blood boiling and their hearts twitching.
A showdown at the level of quasi-emperors?! Or two fierce quasi-emperors. This kind of showdown is the most visually pleasing, not to mention thrilling to the soul.
Pain, fatigue, etc. were temporarily forgotten, and everyone stared at the rare duel in front of them with wide eyes. Even Xu Yun and others who had just arrived from the battle were attracted and decided to join the cheering team.
"Keep what you say!!" Chechen roared again. The moment he pushed back Yang Jing, the running figure suddenly rose up. His bloody hands desperately grasped the stainless steel mace, and struck hard with the force of a landslide.
He blasted towards Yang Jing.
The wild momentum caused a burst of inhaling sounds from all around!!
The bound cavalry tribesmen roared loudly: "Okay!!"
Yang Jing's retreating steps immediately stopped. In an instant, his body was spinning around, his feet were entangled with the ground. His movements were more flexible, more light, more calm, but the next second... a roar rolled in his chest.
, the momentum changed drastically. The rotating tungsten metal stick burst into the air, like a sudden huge wave, violently bombarding the stainless steel mace.
Cang!! A roar stirred up the whole place, and the power of 'critical strike' surged instantly, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, Chechen was directly knocked out.
Chechen made two turns in the air, landed with a bang, and stumbled backwards as if he lost control. A huge stomping sound caused the ground to tremble.
The mace was almost blown away.
"Your success or failure is related to the survival of the whole cavalry clan!" Yang Jing shot quickly, as fast as a falcon, less manic than before, but more swift and ruthless. The subtle change in momentum is a sharp change in the offensive.
, and even more...a leap-forward improvement in speed.
Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua and others frowned and stared at the center of the battlefield. After Yang Jing's return, this was the first time they really observed Yang Jing's changes! More stable, heavier, fiercer, more intense, and more confident.
, and even more control over oneself!!
The members of the Heiwu team looked fanatical and clenched their fists - OK!! This is their leader, this is the God of War they are proud of!
Yang Jing came closer in the blink of an eye, and Che Chen tried his best to steady his figure, roaring ferociously and turning the mace. Suddenly, the tungsten metal stick suddenly shot up into the air, and the tungsten metal stick traced an afterimage arc in the sky.
The blows hit Chechen directly on the head.
Role reversal! Position alternation!
This time... Yang Jing took the main attack and Chechen intercepted.
Qiang!! The tungsten metal stick and the mace collided in the air. The critical strike technique was launched at the critical moment, and Yang Jing used all his strength. The terrifying power like a mountain roar and a tsunami rolled along the tungsten metal stick and swept everything.
Applying it to the mace caused high-frequency tremors, which ran down Chechen's arms and enveloped his whole body.
As if being struck by lightning, Che Chen knelt down with a muffled groan, and his knees hit the stone floor hard! The tungsten metal stick did not lose its force, and hit Che Chen's shoulder with the mace. Although the tungsten metal stick
The force of the mace softened somewhat during the counterattack and resistance, but the sharp thorns of the mace still penetrated deeply into his flesh.
"Oh my God!!" There was a buzzing exclamation all around, and there was also the sound of breathing.
With a thunderous offensive and a landslide-like force, this bombardment seemed to hit them in the heart. They felt the blood in their whole body shrink violently, and their faces were full of shock and horror!
Yang Jing was completely in control of the situation independently.
Two confrontations between calcium carbide sparks, dramatic changes, but a shocking ending. Is this a foil to Yang Jing's strength, or a mockery of Chechen's defeat?
The gap... is so huge!
Yang Jing firmly pressed the tungsten metal stick and pinned Che Chen firmly to the ground: "I repeat what I just said again, your success or failure is related to the survival of the whole cavalry clan, and the life and death of the five hundred soldiers beside you. Use all your strength,
Don't lie down so soon."
Chechen struggled to resist, his muscles all over his body were tense and bulging, and veins were bulging in his arms, wrists, throat, and face, and his eyes turned blood red due to the crazy counterattack. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and responded in dry Chinese: "No need... you
Come... teach me a lesson..."
"Just a reminder. Success, you are a cavalry hero. Failure, you are a sinner of the entire cavalry clan, a sinner for the ages!" Yang Jing's tungsten stick was like a mountain, suppressing Chechen's body, and his words were more like a mountain, suppressing Chechen's body.
On his mind.
Sinner of the ages!! Chechen's heart was touched, and his strength weakened slightly. The mace suppressed by the tungsten stick fell again, and the spikes that had been inserted into the muscles touched the bones. The coldness and stinging could be clearly felt.
Wow! Chechen was like an enraged beast, a roar roared in his chest, throat, and tongue. The strength in his body surged again, and the stretched veins seemed to burst.
but……
Yang Jing's expression was solemn, staring firmly into Chechen's eyes, focusing all his strength on the tungsten stick, still firmly suppressing the mace!!
Everyone around the battlefield held their breath and stared closely at the 'power competition' in the field, and even their breathing seemed to have stopped.
The current confrontation seems to be more exciting and tense than the fierce battle just now.
The captured cavalry warriors also began to struggle, roar, and cheer for their "heroic soul of the prairie," hoping to give him the strength to break free from the "cage."
"Repeat it again, stand up!! Your success or failure is related to the life and death of the cavalry, and your success or failure determines the lives of thousands of people."
"Do all eagles on the grassland kneel?? Stand up for me...!!"
"I would rather die or lose than stand and die. This is the quasi-king of the Black List. What do you mean? If it were me, I would rather commit suicide right now to thank the world."
"Do you need me to repeat it again?"
Yang Jing spoke again, deep and deep, stimulating Chechen's reason and heart like a silver needle.
"Shut up!!" Chechen went completely crazy, and a roar exploded on the tip of his tongue. Under the dual stimulation of humiliation and anger, all the cells in his body seemed to be resurrected and burned, and an unimaginable force surged through his body like the eruption of a volcano.
Move, and finally... gather the waist, shoulders, and arms!
The moment the roar exploded, Chechen stood up with the tungsten stick and used force again, shaking Yang Jing away.
As if venting, as if going crazy, Chechen looked up to the sky and roared, running wildly, flipping the mace and bombing, like an out-of-control hurricane rushing towards Yang Jing, sweeping away and killing him like crazy.
The mace danced in a dazzling and intensive offensive, and for a moment there were signs of suppressing Yang Jing, which brought a considerable impact to the surrounding Tianmen tribe.
After more than ten consecutive violent attacks, Chechen burst out again, as if he wanted to restore his honor, as if he wanted to prove himself. This attack with all his strength was exactly like the half-empty attack just now.
The mace hit Yang Jing!!
But... Chechen's sudden outburst was completely caused by physical overdraft due to stimulation. It was short-lived, and the scarred body could not hold on to it for a long time.
Yang Jing saw through the reality at a glance, and suddenly turned around to meet the attack, stepped forward and smashed with his wheel, and the tungsten metal club bravely attacked, perfectly displaying his critical attack skills: "You... are defeated..."
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