Huh?? The eyes of Yang Jing and the others changed slightly. The three of them attacked him in a row, but they failed to hurt him. Is it a fluke? Or...
"Another blow!!" Yang Jing was about to pursue Sabuna when he suddenly returned. He flipped over while running wildly, and the tungsten stick he held tightly came whizzing down with unparalleled fighting spirit, like a landslide.
Like a tsunami, the strong wind swept up the thick snow and headed straight for San Taili's head. He did not use any critical attack skills. It was purely a wanton display of power, and the momentum was even more terrifying.
Santali's face was as serious as ice. He was fearless and calm, with only one thought of death. His dodging body stopped violently, and the impact of his footsteps on the ground stirred up a pile of snow. As his body turned, the black iron
The stick roared and turned, heading straight for Yang Jing to attack wildly.
Clang, clang, clang! There was an instant confrontation, nine mad attacks, the powerful offensive was accompanied by ear-splitting sound waves, dazzling sparks, and strong winds. The collision of pure power, what a visual shock. And the frequent counter-shocks of power,
The wrists of the two people were numb and tingling, and blood seeped out, which aroused strong bloodiness, and the heat in their eyes increased.
but……
During the battle, Yang Jing suddenly felt a volcanic eruption of excitement deep in his heart. He let out a violent roar and turned his attack around. His critical attack skills burst out in an instant, hitting the intercepting iron rod hard: "Your performance is surprising.
Do I have any reason to believe that you are dying for Yin Yang Cao??"
It was as if Santari was struck by lightning. The iron rod could not withstand such a terrible explosive force. It violently rebounded and bounced him away. But under the determined will to die, the explosion of potential was amazing. Santari actually
Taking advantage of the momentum, he turned quickly like a top, stomped the ground almost manically, and the moment he controlled the retreating momentum, Yang Jing rushed towards him like a madman. After five steps, he soared into the sky, and the black iron rod hit the shore with furious waves.
The momentum suddenly enveloped Yang Jing. "I want you to die!!"
Yang Jing let out a muffled roar, flipped on the spot, and suddenly stabilized his steps. The tungsten stick whizzed and smashed, and he bravely attacked in mid-air. Under the excitement, the explosion at this moment was equally astonishing. There was a clang like thunder, and Yang Jing
Jing's body was violently shaken open, and San Taili lost control on the spot.
Is this pure strength showdown violent or shocking?
Yang Jing more and more confirmed the suspicion in his heart!! He is no longer the Yang Jing of the past, no longer a berserk warrior who was proud of his bravery, but a transformed commander of the eight tribes who no longer speaks only with strength in times of trouble. The third wife
Li's sudden stay aroused his suspicion at the first moment. The super-level outburst and cold eyes at this moment were enough to show... that he was determined to live and die! In San Taili, Sabna, the 'Imaginary Yin Yang Grass'
In a joint operation, if one of them dies to intercept a powerful enemy, it can only mean that the situation is critical, and this is to save the other two.
Taken together, these circumstances gave Yang Jing a clear guide. The bloody man carried by Sabna was probably the Yin Yang Grass, and he was seriously injured! The initial hesitation was completely let go. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
What are you waiting for!!
"Old Tu, I leave it to you!!" Yang Jing was so excited that he made 18 consecutive attacks, causing Third Taili to vomit blood and fall back.
After all, San Taili's combat power, which was only improved by his will, could not compete with Yang Jing, who was about to achieve a breakthrough. What's more, Yang Jing was extremely excited at this moment, and his offensive was naturally unparalleled.
"What you want!!" Tu Qingcang intercepted San Taili like a ghost. A more violent attack than Yang Jing unfolded in an instant like a gust of wind. The fierce iron fist was purely a display of power, accompanied by the rapid body movements.
Displayed frequently, an unparalleled terrorist offensive broke out.
"Such a crude beast is worthy of fighting with me. Yang Jing, do you want him to die?!" San Taili noticed Yang Jing's intention and hurriedly spoke to stimulate him while intercepting it.
It is a pity that San Taili has practiced hard in body and martial arts all his life, and has never been involved in any conspiracy. He rarely even speaks a word or two. This kind of clumsy stimulation really has no great effect, and instead turns Tu Qingcang off.
Infuriated!!
Nowadays, there are many talents in Tianmen, and all kinds of strong men emerge in endlessly. As the third door god, Tu Qingcang’s reputation is obviously at the bottom. Whether it is teeth, beauty, or Fang Zhongshou, the three major ghosts are fierce.
Their reputations are as good as those of Xi Yuhuang and Yang Jing. And Yang Jing and Xi Yuhuang... not to mention, they are definitely the strongest peak figures in Tianmen under Di Cheng. In comparison, they are the once brilliant fighting legend of their own.
Gradually forgotten.
Tu Qingcang would never allow this situation to happen. During the eight months of recuperation from his injury, he had been thinking about this issue and meditating silently. He would not ask for any title, at least he must be worthy of the goalkeeper.
title!!
This operation was the first battle after recovering from the injury, but he was 'swayed' away by San Taili, and was laughed at again this time. For Tu Qingcang, who had been silent for a long time, it was definitely a sharp stimulus.
With a suppressed roar, Tu Qingcang finally broke out completely!!
Four consecutive wild attacks, extremely fast movements were performed in an instant, and he disappeared in front of San Taili in the blink of an eye! San Taili's heart was slightly shaken, and his attention immediately deflected, and he opened the iron rod in his hand fiercely, and he was about to attack to the side. But...
…Tu Qingcang’s disappearing figure returned immediately, with a time difference of less than half a second. It happened to be the critical moment when San Taili’s consciousness and body began to transfer. There was no stagnation, and the tense arms
He suddenly rose up, and the clenched iron fist reached straight for Santari's iron rod.
The whole process is like a stream of light sweeping across.
Qiang!! The power of the powerful quasi-emperor's angry blow was so astonishing. The iron rod suffered heavy damage, and it hit San Taili's shoulder hard. Even though he reacted in shock, the hit was still solid, and slight bone cracks were heard.
The sound caused the emaciated body to move seven or eight steps.
"Nice job." Yang Jing and Yu Niang were fighting each other and were about to chase Sabuna who was leaving. Unexpectedly, the last glance he saw was Tu Qingcang's 'combination punch'. The use of quick movement skills was almost perfect.
Perfect.
Who said that 'speed' and 'power' are incompatible? Who said that Tu Qingcang's martial arts would eventually reach a dead end? Brother Cheng back then was not in this routine, and how heroic Tu Qingcang is now!
Yuniang was also deeply shocked by the iron-blooded speed displayed by Tu Qingcang. It was different from the elegance and dexterity of Yaowangfu, and different from the lightness and erraticness of Chinese Qinggong. The same speed was unimaginable.
Fierce route. Straight forward, what kind of iron-bloodedness, what kind of explosive power is contained in every move.
Yang Jing and Yu Niang looked at each other and pursued Sabuna in the direction she was leaving without stopping. Tu Qingcang's burst of fighting power allowed them to leave with confidence.
"Yang Jing, your opponent is me!!" San Taili's expression suddenly became fierce. In his anxiety, he even forgot about the severe pain in his shoulder. He suddenly turned back and attacked violently, waving the black iron rod to attack fiercely, and then broke out frequently.
The disadvantage was quickly reversed. The explosive power of the ascetics is the best in the world. As a dedicated warrior who has practiced hard all his life, his body and mind are refined, his will and toughness are unparalleled. Some people even say that they are full of danger when they are about to die.
"It's a pity that his opponent is not you!" Because of his brutality and wildness, Tu Qingcang's already ugly face was particularly ferocious, with a well-dressed body like an iron tower, exaggerated muscles like an old man, and skin as dark as ink.
, making him look like an ancient demon god, with an extremely astonishing power. Of course, compared to the intimidating appearance, the combat power he finally displayed was enough to completely shut up anyone who underestimated him.
There are no cowards in Tianmen, and there are no mediocre people in the Gate God. In a fierce organization like Tianmen, where heroes compete, everyone has an inner obsession. Once it is inspired, everyone will be amazed.
San Taili was anxious and unbearable. The purpose of staying was to stop the enemy. He fought decisively to make them all stay. But now... without the help of outsiders, how could Sabna withstand the attack of Yang Jing, the beast of Tianmen?
, not to mention the help of a weird and mysterious woman.
Its fate seems to have been determined - Sabuna and Yin Yang Grass have both fallen!!
"Ahhh!!!" A wave of madness rolled in the depths of his blood. Santari was like a dragon escaping from trouble, letting out a slightly sharp scream. The already terrifying attack became even more ferocious, and he ran almost as if he was desperate.
, the iron rods danced around the body, creating a terrifying whirlwind, rolling up the snow on the ground and flying. The momentum was enough to make anyone's scalp numb.
Tu Qingcang first retreated to avoid the sharp edge, but was forced to break free and pursued Yang Jing without retreating. His heart was fierce, his eyes were focused, and he quickly used his body skills to intercept San Taili, ignoring
Its iron rods danced like hurricanes, and the muscles in its body tensed to the extreme, instantly erupting into a storm-like offensive.
Wild against wild, strength against strength. One is to defend dignity, the other is to protect life. The two quasi-emperors in this world both broke out at a super level, and the offensive they launched was enough to move this snowy field.