There were clangs and sparks flying. In the horrified eyes of everyone, the tungsten-gold stick moved unimpeded, unleashing its strength and power. The stainless steel mace flew away with the sound!
Yang Jing's critical attack this time was more fierce and his power was more concentrated, crushing Chechen's wild burst of overdraft life on the spot. Chechen felt like being struck by lightning in mid-air, and could no longer control the raging power, and was writhing out of control.
come down.
Aloofness and strength will never allow themselves to fall, so the moment they land, they force themselves to hold steady... hold still...
But how could his scarred and exhausted body resist the force of the shock? His excessive persistence eventually led to his embarrassing fall and roll five or six meters away.
The blown mace was like a dead leaf in the wind, tumbling and whistling as it hit the city wall thirty meters away with a loud bang, shattering a large amount of gravel and falling to the ground with the shock...
Lie down quietly...
"No!!" Chechen roared, like a wounded beast wailing deep in the grassland. He still refused to admit defeat, and his reason did not allow him to admit defeat. He struggled to stand up, roaring and wanting to continue to be crazy.
But... before he could get up! Cang!! The tungsten stick suddenly came down, grazing his ears and hitting the ground. Sparks and gravel immediately spattered, and the violent impact made Chechen's ears drip with blood on the spot.
He also kept an eye on his continued struggle.
Yang Jing stood beside Chechen like a mountain, looking at him with cold and ruthless scarlet eyes: "You lost, I'm sorry, you are destined to become the sinner of the Iron Cavalry Tribe!!"
Chechen looked at Yang Jing intently, looking at the condescending black shadow. After a moment, he suddenly roared: "My Mongolian cavalry is unparalleled in the world..."
Bang!! Yang Jing stomped on Chechen's chest, slamming his violent body to the ground, and also blasted the last roar into his throat.
Chechen still wanted to resist, but the strength of Yang Jing's feet continued to increase. The huge force seemed to crush his chest. He struggled for a while, resisted several times, and finally... After a click in his chest, Chechen's face suddenly turned pale.
His whole body was frozen there.
The overdraft just now has already reached the limit of his physical strength, and the current struggle is purely a result of will.
Looking at the ending in the field, looking at Yang Jing standing proudly, looking at Che Chen falling to the ground in humiliation, the whole audience was silent. They are both quasi-emperors, but the difference in strength is so huge!!
Today's battle confirms Yang Jing's growth!! He disappeared for more than half a year, and after returning, he turned out to be so domineering!
Xu Yun and others stared for a long time, feeling the power and the different calmness. They silently blessed you in their hearts: "Congratulations, Yang Jing, the commander-in-chief of the eight tribes!"
Yang Jing glanced at Chechen coldly, picked up the tungsten stick, and turned around to leave. "You have to be able to win, and you have to be able to lose even more. With your current performance...how can you be considered a hero?"
Lost?!
Really defeated? Chechen lay there, sluggish and confused. He was the majestic Grassland Eagle King, the first God of War of the Iron Cavalry Tribe, and the quasi-level emperor of the Black List, but he was... so... defeated...
After a long time, I was suddenly awakened by the noise. My head turned slowly, and my distracted eyes were fixed on the corner of the training ground. There were five to six hundred surviving Huwei cavalry there, but they were all in a miserable state, tied up with ropes, and beaten by Tianmen.
People suppress control.
As he was defeated, there was someone behind each prisoner, raising his machete high!
The prisoners all noticed the arrival of this group of butchers. Some stared blankly at the shadow reflected by the sunlight on the ground, which was the mark of a knife raised high. Some stared blankly at Chechen, their eyes wide.
There was despair and confusion in them, and some people began to struggle and resist, but they were all tightly controlled and pressed against the cold stone slabs.
Chechen was stunned for a moment, then a sudden surge of grief, anger and pain erupted in the roar, and his body covered in blood staggered towards Yang Jing: "Don't leave, let's come again!! Come again!!"
Hurrah!!
"It's a pity that there won't be a second chance!"
The five Tielu players who had been waiting for a long time immediately rushed into the battle circle, and iron chains came through the air, throwing them hard on Chechen's body, wrapping him tightly. None of the Tielu players were 'philanthropists', they were ruthless.
Due to their nature, the chain thrown over was full of broken nails, and the pain caused by the iron hook wrapped around the body can be imagined.
Chechen stepped wildly, causing the iron chains to get tighter and tighter. The hooks and nails on them penetrated deeply into the flesh without any suspense, tearing and destroying. Some of the iron chains were pulled apart by him violently, but left behind
The traces are deep "gullies".
"Ah!!" Chechen screamed, his whole body stiffened by the severe pain!!
"Your arrogance is not allowed here!" Team member Tielu looked solemn as he pulled the chain with all his strength, holding Chechen tightly there.
"Let's come again! Come again! Come!!" Chechen was in unbearable pain, but looking at the tribesmen and tribesmen who were about to be beheaded, they completely fell into madness and struggled like crazy. The barbs of the iron chains were natural
The wrapping became tighter and tighter, with blood dripping and flesh and blood blurred.
Sad, desolate, a kind of sadness like the end of a hero, a kind of desperate and painful madness, that scene made people around him unable to help but look away.
The five Iron-Law members pulled the chain with all their strength and moved quickly as he ran!
"Conquer him!!" Following Peng Hou's command, ten more Iron-Law members raised their crossbows and aimed at Chechen's limbs respectively. At the moment when he fell into a state of stiffness... they collectively pulled the triggers and fired arrows angrily.
Precisely penetrates the muscles with a pop!
The bow and arrow were soaked in poison, which began to spread along the blood.
Chechen was like a beast that had lost its mind. He could resist the pain, and was even willing to use the pain to anesthetize himself to relieve his inner guilt and pain, but he could not resist the invasion of drugs.
The effects of the medicine slowly took effect, Chechen's face began to turn blue, his lips began to turn purple, his will became more and more drowsy, and his struggle became more and more weak. Finally... he knelt on the ground with a bang, wanting to take a last look at the person who was about to be beheaded.
clan members, but the mist and afterimages in their eyes blocked the continuation of vision.
Chechen struggled feebly for a few times, and slowly fell into coma. The moment his vision fell into darkness, two tears slid down his cheeks, and he murmured: "I'm sorry...my people...right...no...get up..."
Yang Jing stood on the edge of the battlefield, watching Chechen slowly lose his voice, feeling a little sad, and then returned to indifference: "Annie, I leave it to you. Ask what you need to ask, especially Timur's possible escape direction.
Cut off the weeds and root them out, leaving no harm behind!"
"Does this person want to die or live?" Annie asked. After all, Chechen is a quasi-emperor-level strongman, and he should be given the respect he deserves.
"It's up to you, intelligence is the most important thing, and you can use some capital punishment when appropriate." Yang Jing didn't say it too harshly. Naturally, it is best to subdue such a strong man. But Tianmen almost wiped out his entire clan, so for the sake of the overall situation, he must
He will kill everyone. As a member of the alliance, will Chechen surrender?
The possibility is almost zero.
"I understand, you go and do your work, I'll take care of it here." Annie motioned to Wei Huanchen, meaning that he would be in charge.
But at this moment, Peng Hou suddenly walked into the battle circle, signaled to his subordinates, and directly dragged the unconscious Chechen away. Facing everyone's surprised eyes, he just replied coldly: "Leave Chechen to me for interrogation.
This work is an iron law. If you need to ask questions, I will ask them clearly without bothering Qianmu to intervene."
"You..." Wei Huanchen frowned slightly, but he just opened his mouth. He really didn't dare to stop directly. Although he was a high-status figure in Qianmu, he was not qualified to challenge giants like Peng Hou.
"Leave it to Tie Lv." Annie raised her eyebrows and looked at Peng Hou. What does this guy want to do? When did he become so enthusiastic?
But she didn't insist. It didn't matter who was responsible, not to mention that she trusted Peng Hou. The person in Tianmen who had Di Cheng's best interests and Tianmen's best interests in mind was probably this cold and inhumane guy.
Wei Huanchen shrugged, no longer insisting, and pointed at the prisoners who were about to be beheaded: "Keep them or kill them?"
"Leave it to Iron Law and let's go do our work." As she spoke, Annie had already walked into the crowd.
As they left one after another, the surrounding battle circle slowly dispersed.
Xu Yun and others dragged their exhausted bodies and ordered their men to start handling the battlefield. Although the battle was over, the broken city walls, damaged bases, and bombed houses all needed to be dealt with. There were also corpses all over the ground that needed to be sorted out.
Brothers from Tianmen, bury them. We also need to find the brothers who are still alive and provide urgent treatment.
But... although the war has ended, the winner has been decided, and although Tianmen has once again created a miracle, has this 'baptism of death' really passed? Is this really the end of things?
not necessarily!!
PS: Brothers, the flowers are awesome, haha, we are firmly ranked first, keep going!! Let’s go!!
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