On the night when Di Cheng made the challenge to the Soul Burial Group, Yang Jing and Xi Yuhuang, who were far away in SX, also received strict orders to make a breakthrough tonight!
The two of them had been entangled with anger and resentment for a long time, and they were eager to do something. After receiving Di Cheng's strict order, they were ashamed and became violent at the same time!
N City Hall was caught in the fiercest offensive and defensive bloody battle, and the battlefield in the suburbs of Wuze City in the central and western SX was also bathed in blood. The wolf troops tenaciously blocked the Shemen 800 elite in the wilderness. Four men in black robes took advantage of the chaos on the battlefield.
Yang Jing persisted in his struggle.
"Get away!!" Yang Jing roared angrily, his feet like hammers constantly hitting the ground, each blow erupting with unparalleled impact force. As his body rushed forward, the iron rods in his hands whizzed and hit, like
Thousands of waves rolled up and down like mountains and collapsed on the ground, hitting the four people around them wildly.
The evil ghost mask had no idea when it would fall off, but the face that was reddened by madness was full of ferocity, making it even more terrifying than the stiff mask.
The shouts on the huge battlefield shook the sky, and the screams of more than a thousand people rang out, but they still could not cover up his roar like a tiger roaring in the forest; the vast battlefield was densely populated, and the collision of more than a thousand people condensed into a whole, but there was no
People dared to get closer than 20 meters from him.
During the fierce battle for several days, he left the wolves and even the Snake Sect with only one feeling, shock!!! It was a shock born from the impact of both vision and soul! In their eyes, Yang Jing was not so much a person as
He is said to be a wild beast. A crazy and wild beast!
If the four men in black robes hadn't attacked as fiercely as tigers and kept him trapped, no one could imagine what kind of disaster it would cause once this guy got out of trouble.
"Stop!" Three men in black robes, also holding iron rods, attacked with all their strength. When fighting against Yang Jing, there is no need to pay too much attention to skills. The competition is always about ferocity, strength and speed!
But it just so happens...the four of them are also powerful or brutal warriors!
Four iron rods packed with terrifying power collided hard, and the ear-splitting chime once again exploded across the entire venue. Even though everyone was used to this sound, they still couldn't help but feel their hearts trembling.
The tungsten metal stick surged with strange power, and after a brief stagnation, it forcibly shook the iron rod back. The bodies of the three people shook violently, and their rushing footsteps suddenly changed direction and staggered back, leaving deep footprints along the way.
"Try this!!" As soon as the three of them retreated, another man followed closely behind, slashing hard with the nine-ring sword. The timing and position were perfectly timed, leaving no chance for Yang Jing to catch his breath.
There was a sonorous roar, as if substantial power surged back towards the two men from the point of contact. The man with the broadsword's attack was stopped, and Yang Jing staggered back until he was five steps away.
"Come again!" The man in black robe with a broadsword rushed forward and fiercely pressed against Yang Jing. As the black robe flew, the nine-ringed broadsword slashed with many fierce and domineering edges, like a small whirlwind, tying Yang Jing to death.
As the strongest of the four, this person took on the important task of blocking Yang Jing's forward, and his unique pace played a strong supporting role in the confrontation.
Different from Yang Jing's wild style, his steps are both fierce and delicate. The height of each foot lift, the direction of landing, the location of the force, and the coordination with the force all seem to have been calculated in detail.
Stamping on the spot, stomping up, stomping backwards, stomping with both feet, stomping with one foot, stomping with one foot, all kinds of stomping methods are combined with each other to help the sword, stabilize the foundation, increase strength, or...can attack the lower plate!
The exquisite and changeable moves and majestic offensive have become Yang Jing's biggest opponent. He is the main attacker in every attack, and the other three take advantage of the opportunity to kill!
One gold junior! Three silver peaks! The combined strength is enough to suppress the ordinary gold intermediate. If coupled with perfect coordination and desperate madness, there is no problem in trapping Yang Jing!
"The sect master has an order, we must achieve a breakthrough tonight, let's see who of you dies first!" Yang Jing's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and the tungsten gold stick danced close to his body, creating a barrier-like shadow of the stick, and blocked all the powerful attacks.
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"We have had enough fun, it's time to come to an end!" The man in black robe with a big sword snorted coldly, ignoring the numbness and pain in his arms, his physical strength exploded, and his offensive power increased one after another.
"As you wish!" A fierce roar shook the sky, and Yang Jing was like an angry tiger going crazy. He forcefully shook away the sticks on the left and right, and retreated with all his strength.
Bang!! Ten steps away, the big stick hit the ground hard, and the retreating body stopped. The momentum spread like an explosion, and it rushed down the mountain again like a tiger. Taking advantage of the momentum, it spun beautifully in the air, and the four attackers came from behind.
People leaped over their heads.
"Open!!" He landed hard, and used the force of his backward tilt to smash the tungsten stick. Although the lower body was slightly unstable, the force of the dive after landing doubled the power of his swing.
The man on the far left did not turn around in time, and the consequences of the hasty blockade can be imagined! In such a fierce and brutal battlefield, there is no room for any slight mistakes. Just one embarrassing moment is enough to pay a heavy price!
The two sticks clashed, making a sonorous roar, and high-frequency vibrations were instantly transmitted back to the hands. The terrifying force completely damaged the skin on the palms of the hands, and the bones inside also made a slight clicking sound.
The man screamed in agony, and the iron rods in both arms were thrown away, and his majestic body was violently swept away.
"Next, you!!" Yang Jing continued unabated, bypassing the other two people and heading straight for the man in black robe with a big sword. This was his goal!
The tungsten metal stick danced powerfully, no longer concentrating its attack on a certain point, but completely covering all directions around the man in black robe, forcing him to continuously retreat and move closer to the edge of the crowd.
The ear-splitting roar became clearer and clearer. The two sides who were fighting couldn't help but glance at the central battle circle with some concentration. It was better not to look at it. Everyone's heart contracted violently as soon as they saw it, as if they were suddenly hit by someone.
He gave it a squeeze.
Are you coming here? Those who were closest to the battle circle felt their scalps numb and were breathing cold air frequently. They didn't care about the knives still in their hands, and fled quickly in panic, leaving enough space for them to move.
It's a joke, just looking at it makes me scared. If their sword or iron bar really hit him like that, he would be half-dead or half disabled.
In just a short moment, a long passage about four to five meters wide appeared in the dense battlefield, and the man who was being beaten wildly by Yang Jing fell into the passage.
"Surround up!!!" The moment both parties entered the passage, more than a dozen people from the Snake Gate Gang who had been hiding on both sides of the passage for a long time roared, breaking through the chaotic crowd and entering the encirclement.
"For Tianmen, for glory! Kill!" Everyone's faces showed determination, and they killed the two men in black robes who followed them with vibrating steel knives without hesitation.
They are death warriors. They are the death warriors of different sects trained by the ruthless Yan Shou. They are the strongest killing moves that he relies on to compete with the other four sects. Some of them are not only powerful, but also have the mentality to forget life and death!
"Stop them!!" The members of the wolf group were also awakened. Their opponents were suddenly so brave and fearless. How could they fall behind? More than ten people jumped out on the spot and stopped the dead soldiers from Di Shemen.
"MD, what are you doing in a daze? Stop it!" The captains or leaders of Shemen and the Wolf Pack in the nearby crowd shouted angrily, and a large number of people surged forward. The passage that just appeared was in this situation.
After a quick "healing", the enemies of both sides met again, and the fierce shouts of killing became louder and louder.
The performance of the wolves was very heroic, but they just blocked the two black-robed men and the black-robed man who arrived later, and Yang Jing and others were lost from sight.
"Huh, retreat!" The corners of the mouths of the dozen or so dead soldiers raised up. Following the leader's quiet order, they who had been rushing to kill without hesitation quickly dispersed and disappeared into the crowd. The dead soldiers were indeed dead soldiers, but they also inherited
It's enough to overcome Yan Shou's cunning and achieve the goal. There is no need to fight with these idiots, not to mention they have more important tasks.
"We are the only ones left, how do you feel? Are you very excited?" Yang Jing laughed wildly, and his offensive became even more crazy. It was a desperate tactic that completely ignored defense and only focused on attacking.
Although Yang Jing has not completely entered the high-level gold level, his terrifying strength is still enough to surpass all the powerful ones in the Ao Xiaotian Network, and the momentum and fighting power unleashed by his unscrupulous desperate dash are enough to shock people.
"It tastes good!" The nine-ring sword fought hard, but cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the man in black robe. It became more and more difficult to resist, and finally...
Clang! With a suppressed roar, the tungsten metal stick that Yang Jing smashed down finally broke the broad sword into two pieces. The sharp end of the stick brushed against his black robe and was cut into two pieces with a stabbing sound.
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"Die!!" Yang Jing roared, stomped on the ground, jumped up, and chopped down his head with the tungsten stick!
"Get away!!" Although the man in black robe was frightened, he quickly threw away the broken knife, stamped on the ground suddenly, exerted all his strength, and moved his hands slowly but urgently, and the fist wrapped in stainless steel gloves suddenly hit him again.
The swing of the tungsten metal stick was smoother and more violent than before, and the stick was violently shaken away.
"Huh?" Yang Jing paused, frowned, and his original crazy look turned a bit surprised: "Is this... the starting position of Bajiquan? You..."
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