After a long period of silence and confrontation, Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly raised his right hand holding the tungsten stick, stopped slightly, stepped forward, and walked straight towards Xi Yuhuang, who was a hundred meters away.
The already tense atmosphere suddenly became a little more solemn. Since Yang Jing was carrying a tungsten stick and was in an offensive posture, was he going to... have a duel-style battle?
A competition between two heroes? A duel between the two strongest quasi-emperors in Tianmen?
Some people frowned slightly, obviously not wanting to see them fighting; some people had hot eyes, eager to see a wonderful fight; some people noticed the content of their conversation, where did it come from? Brother Cheng’s expectations? It seems that one of them
Some special secrets.
"Xi Yuhuang, Brother Cheng was in danger that day, were you there?" Yang Jing walked towards Xi Yuhuang. As the distance between the two parties became closer, he no longer deliberately used his inner energy when speaking, and his normal voice could only be heard by the two of them.
It was so clear that people at the city gate could hardly hear it.
"Yes." Xi Yuhuang answered cleanly and concisely, still standing with his hands behind his back, acting very calmly, as if he was unaware of Yang Jing's offensive intention.
"Are you taking action?"
"No."
"Did you personally release Nakamura Yuzawa?"
"yes."
"What level has your strength reached?" After Yang Jing asked the last question, the two sides were already less than twenty steps apart. His momentum suddenly sank, his expression became solemn, and his gradually faster pace turned into running away, and his speed became faster and faster.
Fast, faster and faster.
After more than ten steps, a low roar rolled in his throat, and Yang Jing suddenly burst into sprinting mode. There was no manic momentum, no rapid momentum, and no overly arrogant roar. It was just a sprint, a sprint.
Jumping, a tungsten stick was blasted in the air.
It seems ordinary and unpretentious!
But in the eyes of Xu Yun and others a hundred meters away, there is a kind of compactness and solidity from calmness to accumulation, swiftness and sharpness from smoothness to smoothness, silent impact momentum, but an incredible visual impact and soul.
touch.
Being calmer and calmer, instead of weakening his power, it stirred up an emotion in everyone's heart, that is...danger!
Just like a huge wave moving forward gently, once it touches the coastal rocks, it will be so tragic and shocking.
Sure enough! The moment Yang Jing's tungsten stick fell, and the moment it was about to hit Emperor Xi Yu, everyone's eyes changed because...
Boom!! The whole earth trembled, and the violent bombardment was like a thunder!
At that moment, the momentum of the tungsten metal stick's attack surged exponentially, like a thunderous force tearing apart the space. Not only did the speed increase by leaps and bounds, but the power and momentum also reached a shocking surge.
From fast walking to starting, from sprinting to bursting, from wheel smashing to critical strike, the whole process was completed in the blink of an eye, smooth and smooth, calm but shocking, especially the final roar, which was like a dull drum beating in everyone's heart.
It’s not just a visual impact, but a resonance of the soul. It’s less violent, but more dangerous and domineering under its composure!
Thousands of people up and down the city gate felt all of this very clearly, without exception!
But...the big stick fell down, the momentum was surging, the dust was flying, Yang Jing landed, but Xi Yuhuang was three steps away...standing with his hands behind his back, as calm and indifferent as before. Perhaps he was attracted by Yang Jing's momentum,
No one noticed his dodge and how he dodged it.
However, Yang Jing felt it very clearly! Some people on the city wall could also see it clearly! At this moment, there was a slight special change in the look on Xi Yuhuang's face.
Yang Jing maintained the posture of smashing down, slightly raising his head and staring at Xi Yuhuang: "It seems that we have never really competed."
"Except Akago Death Row."
"It's been almost eight years. Brother Cheng...has treated you well..."
Xi Yuhuang did not respond directly, but said: "Congratulations, you have matured a lot during this time."
"I'm asking you, Brother Cheng treats you well, why?!" Yang Jing's figure showed a slight downward momentum, and the next second, it suddenly rose up, and the momentum suddenly surged, like a huge wave suddenly set off, running
Emperor Xi Yu slapped him loudly.
Xi Yuhuang's figure swayed slightly, sliding and drifting towards the back, like a lonely boat in the angry sea, swaying unsteadily and 'struggling' with many dangers.
But... there was no collapse...
"Emperor Xi Yu, give me an explanation!!" Yang Jing's expression was calm, and his aura was solid, violent but not impetuous, firm but not violent, like a hurricane, like a wave, like a landslide, like a tsunami, the quasi-emperor's peak strength was displayed in an instant
, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the stronger he became, and the violent storm of the attack all hit Xi Yuhuang.
"Yang Jing, is it necessary?" Xi Yuhuang only had this simple but meaningful answer. He jumped to dodge and continued to retreat, but...his hands were behind his back from beginning to end, without any sign of fighting back, or even showing the slightest attack.
sex.
More and more people gathered on the city wall. Even though they were more than a hundred meters apart, they could still see clearly. They were amazed by Yang Jing's powerful offensive and inspired by the fierce momentum. At the same time, they were frightened and felt their hearts beat.
The contraction of the formation was dangerous. Even Xu Yun and others couldn't help but sweat for Emperor Xi Yu, and secretly muttered in their hearts... Fight back, fight back! Yang Jing was angry, and the quasi-emperor's peak strength didn't feel like it.
It's just a joke, if you make the slightest mistake, you may die in the blink of an eye.
but……
Huh? On the watchtower of the base, Yuwen Huangxue, who was looking far away, squinted his eyes slightly. The special brilliance in his eyes gradually became apparent. He stared closely at Xi Yuhuang, stared closely!!
Something weird!!
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