The fierce fighting of the Soul Burying Troops slowly stopped, the rescuers of Yin Yang Cao slowly stopped, Yang Jing and others who took action slowly stopped, and the scene gradually fell into silence.
People quietly looked at the tattered corpse that was thrown into the air, and their dull eyes "welcomed" it as it fell powerlessly.
Bang! The body and head fell to the ground one after another, and the silent impact sound was like a dull drum beating in everyone's hearts, causing the body to shake slightly.
The body and head were separated, blood flowed, and Qikas completely lost his life.
A generation of human emperors fell, and a generation of myths ended. However, at the moment of the end of his life, Qikas's wide eyes were still full of fighting spirit, and his tattered body still maintained a fighting posture.
The fighting spirit is unyielding, the fighting spirit is immortal!
Qikas was war-hungry and crazy about fighting. Throughout his life, he almost never stopped fighting. He invited battles and fought fiercely everywhere. He tempered himself in life and death fights again and again.
In this realization, I transformed myself, and achieved the reputation of the "war soul" of the current human emperor in the glory after glory!
Qikas takes pride in war and disdains any conspiracy, takes advantage of any sophistication, or participates in any struggle between forces. He has no friends or enemies, and the only thing that accompanies him throughout his life is the word "war".
Across the world, he only wants to be defeated, and he also wants to die on the battlefield!
Finally, when the black list was finalized, in this foreign country, at the beginning of this melee chess game, the goddess of fate fulfilled his last request in life-death in battle!
The previous crazy "killing back" may be a bit sad, ridiculous, and pitiful, but looking back at his life and thinking back to the scene just now, it is a kind of shock, a kind of tragedy, and a kind of meaning of life.
The fighting spirit is immortal and the force is unyielding!
Qikas... lived up to his title of "Immortal Fighting Soul", let alone his reputation as the Emperor of Others.
What is "Emperor"?
Just like what the old living Buddha said at that time, "What is success? What is failure? My soul is unyielding and my head is held high. All the ghosts and gods will be frightened. Who in the world can make false claims to defeat me?"
Asking about the land, not about ethics, not about morals, it all means asking yourself in your heart.”
Chicas may not be considered a "hero", but he is a warrior, a real warrior! A pure and crisp warrior!
Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang stood there fixedly, looking at the broken corpse. There was no joy of victory, no excitement of killing the Killer Emperor, and no relief from danger. Their expressions were actually in a trance. The words echoed in their minds for a long time.
, it was Qikas’ madness that finally broke free from the Yin Yang Grass, it was Qikas’s shock that he fought back without hesitation, and it was the word he shouted at the end of his life... “fight”!
War? They shouted this word almost every day, but they had never felt it so deeply, so shockingly, so... gloriously like now!
Yang Jing took a deep breath, slowly lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "Qikas, have a good trip."
Tu Qingcang came out of his trance, punched his chest with his right fist, and said in a buzzing voice: "Qikas, I, Tu Qingcang, send you off! Have a good trip!"
Di Cheng slowly lowered his head, and the feeling of fainting flooded into his head, completely submerging him, and the corners of his bloody mouth twitched slightly: "Qikas... when the black list is finalized... you are the first person to fall.
Emperor...but...no one will laugh at you...only respect...have a good journey...I, Di Chenggong, will see you off..."
The scene suddenly became a little heavy. Everyone looked at the tattered corpse with complicated expressions. After a while, they left the battlefield one by one. The Soul Burial Troops left here and the Black Arms Troops guarded Di Cheng.
Because of the fall of the Human Emperor, a fierce and tragic battle came to an end.
Yin Yang Cao took one last look at Qikas's body. The face that always had a slight smile showed a bit of coldness at this moment. After a short pause, it slowly retreated into the darkness and disappeared without a trace, but there was a trace in the air.
The bits of coldness conveyed the resentment in the Emperor's mood.
Yang Jing and others' physical strength and energy were severely exhausted, and their physical injuries were extremely serious. They were at the end of their strength, so they did not pursue Yin Yangcao anymore and allowed him to leave slowly. As for Nakamura Yuzawa, they were also powerless. With the opponent's hidden ability,
Chasing them blindly is likely to be a recipe for death.
Deep in the dense forest, in the dark area that was previously guarded by the Yin Yang Grass, a man in a green shirt raised his head slightly, a complex expression flashed deep in his eyes as deep as stars.
Behind him, as many as a hundred figures in purple costumes were scattered in the depths of the darkness, standing like javelins, hiding like poisonous snakes, and silent like stone sculptures. No one knew when they appeared, and no one knew who they were.
How did they break through the outer battle circle, but they were really standing here, bits of solemnity and fierceness floating silently in the darkness.
"Yang Jing, Meiyan, Yaya, Fang Zhongshou... Before we know it, our former partners have completed their transformations. Should we be happy or worried?" Behind the man in green shirt, a frail scholar pushed the bridge of his nose.
He put on his glasses and looked at the battlefield not far away with a complicated expression, whispering softly.
"With the addition of Xi Yuhuang and Tu Qingcang, Tianmen already has six quasi-level amethysts. Each of the six gate gods has its own characteristics, each has its own killing moves, and each has its own threats." Beside the scholar, a tall man
The man with his hair covering his face was floating slowly like a hanged ghost, and his cold voice was like a ghost whisper coming from hell, which was especially scary in a dark environment.
Behind him, a charming and charming woman shrugged and said disdainfully: "Tianmen is strong, are the Saints weak? Didn't you two successfully break through? Tianmen has six quasi-level amethysts, let's compare..."
The frail scholar coughed lightly and said softly: "Yu Yan, Tianmen and the Saint Clan are allies."
"Ally?" The woman called Yu Yan almost laughed, but she stopped under the gaze of the strong man next to her. However, she rolled her eyes, lightly tapped her red lips, and said, "Why don't you take the opportunity?
Get rid of Nakamura Yuze? That guy is erratic, elusive, and too threatening. Di Cheng and Yaya managed to get him half to death, but we can kill him easily."
No one at the scene responded, only a few people looked at the man in green shirt in front.
Why?
Why didn't you lend a helping hand, why didn't you stop the Yin Yang Grass, and why did you let Nakamura Yuze leave? Who dares to answer these "whys"?
The man in green shirt was silent for a moment, slowly shook his head, and said softly: "The people from Tianmen are coming soon, and it's time for us to leave. Remember, we have never been here tonight, we don't know anything, and we don't know anything clearly."
"Understood." The frail scholar responded gently. He raised his hand and waved lightly. The troops hidden in the dark stood up one after another and left here silently like night owls.
Roar, on the battlefield not far away, the snow lion suddenly raised its head, staring at the area with its big copper bell-like eyes, and let out a vigilant roar from its throat.
"What's going on?" Yang Jing and others were suddenly alert, and their minds that had just been relaxed were tense. The black military troops guarded Di Cheng tightly.
"There..." Tu Qingcang followed the snow lion's gaze, frowned hard, and stared at the dark area.
"...There is someone..." The beautiful woman's delicate body curled up slightly, her fingers clasped tightly, and the cold murderous intention resurfaced.
"Be careful." Yang Jing reminded quietly, tightening his grip on the tungsten metal stick and being on full alert.
It was dark and quiet there, which was very different from other areas of the battlefield. It felt a little weird when looking carefully, but... no matter how they looked, they didn't see any human figures moving. There was no other trace except darkness.
.
Fang Zhongshou moved his fingertips gently and moved forward slowly, trying to get closer step by step. Meiyan held the silver needle tightly and followed. However, before they could get close to the target, a messy and fast sound suddenly sounded not far away.
There was the sound of footsteps and a large number of figures running towards here.
"Brother Cheng!" In just a moment, with an urgent roar, Zhou Shaohua rushed over, followed closely by Xu Yun and Yi Tingxuan, who rushed up with the blood-soaked black troops.
"Where's Brother Cheng?" Xu Yun couldn't help but ask as he looked at the battlefield, which was covered in blood and was so messy.
Yang Jing raised his hand to signal them to stay calm. Fang Zhongshou and Meiyan continued to approach the darkness after a slight pause.
What happened? Many brothers were surprised, but they were ready for battle and surrounded the area tightly.
Under their intense attention, Fang Zhongshou and Meiyan finally entered that dark area, and there was a long and oppressive silence after that.
Everyone waited patiently, one minute...two minutes...five minutes...
"MD! Something happened?" Yang Jing frowned and shouted at Tu Qingcang to rush forward.
"Slow down!" Yi Tingxuan suddenly raised his hand. At this time, there was finally movement in the darkness, and Fang Zhongshou and Meiyan returned one after another.
"What happened? Did you find anything?" Tu Qingcang asked.
"Some people have been there, a lot of them, for at least... half an hour!" Mei Yan looked back at the place again, with a strange look on her face.
"Half an hour?" Yang Jing and others' eyes flickered. How long did it take? Doesn't it mean that someone was there to observe them when their battle just started? Why didn't I feel anything? Why didn't the enemy take action?
Tu Qingcang felt strange and couldn't help asking: "Can you find out who it is?"
"The smell is somewhat familiar, but who it is specifically... I don't know." Meiyan slowly shook her head.
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