Di Cheng frowned slightly, Shen Zuo? He's here too! When he was pretending to be Qikas to rescue Meiyan, he had a brief fight with him. Naturally, he knew that this person was tyrannical, probably a bit stronger than Shenyou, Yaya...
Can you bear it?
Taking advantage of this time to look at the battlefield, Snow Lion has been entangled and bound by two ghost slaves. Yang Jing and others are also in danger, and the number of deaths is increasing one after another. If the number of black warriors and guards is reduced to half, today's defeat will be over.
It can be concluded. What's more... even if they break through the entanglement of the Death God's left hand, the roar of the God of War on the periphery will never let them go easily!
What should we do? How can we break this deadlock? How can we let the brothers escape from this valley?
While he was lost in thought, two black shadows suddenly fell down, silently, like ghosts, but the cold and gloomy breath made Di Cheng's heart tremble slightly, and he came back to his senses instantly!
"Years of neglect end today."
"Your name as Di Cheng will be removed from the list of people!"
Cold words drifted away, and a sense of foreboding filled the air. The two "quasi-level human emperors", Lonely Soul and Wild Ghost, quickly floated to kill, and their sharp claws tore at each other. They belonged to four directions and tightly trapped Di Cheng. Since he dared to call himself "
"Soul" and "ghost", apart from one's own character, the most important thing is... body skills! The erratic body skills are like "ghosts", mysterious and weird!
"It's just you guys? It's almost a fire!!" Di Cheng snorted coldly, power surged in his legs, and his speed skills were fully unleashed, leaving behind a series of afterimages that were as solid as a strong attack. Although he lost the assistance and interference of Yaya,
The pressure on him has increased a lot, but when it comes to speed, under the Human Emperor, he has never surrendered, no matter when or where!
If you want to compete in physical skills, he will accompany you to the end!
Yaya next to him seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation and fell into a state of madness. His sharp scream was like the cry of a ghost, and he attacked Shenzuo like crazy. In terms of his own strength, he who had just broken through the golden barrier had
The gap is not small. If you want to compete in combat experience, it is impossible to defeat the "blood-stained life" Shen Zuo, but his petite stature has his strengths and advantages. Even with the occasional help from the weasel, it is not enough to fall behind.
Downwind!
There are two endings for them, either they both lose, or they become entangled in a stalemate! But with Yi Ya’s character and Shen Zuo’s aloofness, the former outcome should be more likely!
The stalemate at this moment is only temporary!!
On the main battlefield, both the Black Armed Forces and the Guards are in a very dangerous situation. There is only one gold-level strongman named Shalang on their side, and there are only four or five silver ones. However, there are six gold-level ghost generals on the left side of Death.
The rest are all silver powerhouses. Although the level is just a criterion, it cannot be used to completely refer to victory or defeat on the battlefield of life and death. Character, means, tactics, etc. may all determine the direction of the battlefield. But...
…Character? Means? Techniques? I’m afraid that among everyone present, not many people can confidently compare with this group of evil ghosts crawling out of hell.
Even the fighting madmen on the periphery...the God of War Roarers also don't have that confidence!
The left hand of the god of death is the most terrifying fighting force in the organization!
On the edge of the battlefield, among the three people fighting the Ghost Lord fiercely, Tu Qingcang was injured and could not fully display his strength, but he still had terrifying fighting power. Under the attack of madness, he took control of the initiative little by little. From the previous embarrassing situation,
Gradually evolved into a wild attack, severely suppressing the bat; Zhou Shaohua is not good at speed, has been exhausted, and was "played" by Lingling, but he is calm and steady, and has not lost his sense of proportion from beginning to end. While resisting hard, he quietly
Observing, adapting silently, like a coiled snake, waiting for a sudden fatal blow.
Only Yang Jing...is faced with many crises and is struggling between life and death!
The trauma on his brain was still very serious, far from meeting the requirements for leaving the hospital, and he could not be allowed to receive strong mental stimulation, let alone a life-and-death struggle.
At the beginning, I could barely hold on and fought head-on with the "zombie" for more than ten rounds. However, the crazy fighting spirit impacted my consciousness and eventually triggered a brain trauma attack, with waves of dizziness and pain like rolling waves, one after another.
The impact spread again and again, drowning and devouring him!
Bang! The zombie tightly grasped the tungsten metal stick that Yang Jing smashed down, and his skinny forearms were able to withstand the force, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms.
"Too weak, disappointing!" the zombie snorted coldly and pulled hard.
Yang Jing was in a state of extreme drowsiness, his consciousness was a little drowsy, and it was difficult to exert strength in his arms, so he could only let his body stumble forward.
The zombie laughed ferociously, took a quick step back, flipped his palms, brushed against the tungsten stick, and smashed Yang Jing's fist and forearm. His left leg, which was ready to go, bounced up like an extremely bent powerful spring.
The tip of his toe kicked Yang Jing's armpit hard.
Ah!! Yang Jing's body trembled violently, and the heartbreaking pain made his entire right arm lose consciousness. The damage caused by the brief lapse of consciousness is immeasurable. The ferocious zombie did not stop there, dragging Yang Jing
He cleverly turned around with his right arm, threw him over the shoulder, and knocked him to the ground as neatly as throwing a sack.
The zombie continued to push forward, leaping two meters back, then ran a few steps, and flew up. Using the inertia of the forward movement, the whole body made a windmill-like rotation in the air, with its legs tightly together, like a weight falling freely.
The pounding shell hit Yang Jing, who was supporting his body with only his left hand.
Yang Jing clearly felt the threat, roared, and used his left hand to push himself up.
But!!! It’s too slow!!
The body was just halfway up when the zombies suddenly approached! Bang! It hit Yang Jing's back hard, and his body immediately made full contact with the ground. The wild impact brought out large amounts of sticky blood!
"Is that all you have?" The zombie lay on Yang Jing's majestic back like a four-legged beast, biting his ear from behind, and chuckled ferociously.
Gu... Gugu... Yang Jing wanted to speak, but what he spurted out was streams of blood.
Click! The sharp teeth bit through the ear and began to crunch. The zombie chuckled ferociously like an evil ghost. The skinny hands slowly held Yang Jing's head, and the sharp and dirty nails inserted into the flesh bit by bit.
Especially the two middle fingers...are aimed directly at the temples!!
He wants to torture him to death bit by bit!
The Heiwu members beside him saw this scene and wanted to rescue him, but he was in danger and couldn't get away to come to the rescue. He could only shout one after another, hoping to wake up his leader.
There was blood dripping from the corner of Yang Jing's mouth, and he was huffing and puffing. His face was covered with mud, sweat and blood, and he looked miserable and miserable. Facing the torture of "zombie", he looked a little sluggish. Only his body was struggling unconsciously.
Hold on.
The look was like the helpless resistance of a dying beast.
only……
I don't know since when, Yang Jing's wide eyes gradually became weird. The eyeballs protruded outward like dead fish. The whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and unusual red light flashed in them. The heavy breathing and subtle moans no longer appeared.
It's simply because of pain, as if...as if...
A terrifying beastiality is awakening in the soul, and a manic demon is about to break out of the body.
The battlefield was still tragic and tragic. The desperate attack by the black troops did not give the leader and brothers any chance to escape. Instead, they fell to the ground one after another, with wide-eyed eyes full of nostalgia and nostalgia for the world.
Deeply unwilling.
Even if you are lucky enough to break away from the encirclement, facing the roar of the God of War waiting in front, what will be the final outcome? Death! Or death!!
"Ah!!" Waves of roars echoed in the valley, and the emotions in them had changed from determination, anger, ferociousness and fearlessness... to despair. Under every ferocious expression, there was a deep desolation hidden.
Is... is it over? Is it really coming to an end?!
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Roar!! Deep in the distant Hengduan Mountain, waves of deep roars continued to surge, and the dull and messy footsteps were like dense raindrops, rapidly impacting the ground.
Nine huge white beast shadows ran as fast as sharp arrows, climbing over the mountain tops one after another, heavy breath spitting out from between the fangs, and big copper bell-like eyes fixed on the front.
Next to each white beast, there is a monk in simple clothes following solemnly, and behind them are nearly a hundred monks in Tibetan robes and cassocks. Everyone's brows are tightly furrowed, and there is a voice in their hearts urging anxiously:
"Hurry!! Hurry! Hurry!!"
On the eastern edge of Hengduan Mountain, where Di Cheng and others' vehicles were parked, a handsome young man suddenly appeared without any warning or sign. He stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes looking up at the vast Hengduan Mountain, and a murderous intention as sharp as a needle was silent.
drift.
It's here, everything that should come has come, but time... can we still catch up?!
PS: Here comes the third update!! I woke up at five in the morning and started typing at six o'clock until now. Well... I haven't moved for six and a half hours. My neck is stiff, my fingers are stiff, and my eyes are blurry. Ahem, everyone, please stop.
Hey, the mouse said he would do his best if he tried his best. Let me go eat something first and take a short rest. In the afternoon... we will continue!!
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