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The aura of the Human Emperor cannot be underestimated!
"Be killed by us or commit suicide, the choice is yours." Yang Jing took back the tungsten stick and raised his hand to stop Shalang's attack. Although the old man in front of him was a bit hateful, he was after all a strong man at the top of the world.
The number one person in the mercenary world who once shocked the world should have the power to choose the way of death.
In the past, Yang Jing would definitely not stop, let alone give his opponent a chance to choose, and would even be impatient to win this dazzling military exploit before others. But after experiencing the battle with Cass, he had no idea about the so-called
The "Human Emperor" has a deeper understanding and has his own insights into the 'warrior'.
No matter what the character of these people is, no matter what their temperament is, no matter whether they are evil or whether they have committed many crimes, as long as they can reach the peak of martial arts, they have the qualifications to be respected and worthy of Yang Jing's serious attention.
At the moment when the tungsten stick was about to fall, the crazy figure of Qikas before his death suddenly flashed in the depths of his mind, but the fatal blow failed to land in the end.
Dieka stared at Yang Jing coldly and repeated again: "Are you insulting me?"
"Whatever you think of it, just do it."
"Suicide? Humph! I, Dieka, have not yet reached this level of poverty." Dieka groaned heavily, picked up the full-moon scimitar, his eyes flickered, and for a while, he shouted loudly: "Come on!"
Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed through his scarlet pupils, and retreated slowly. Tu Qingcang clenched his fists, and gradually distanced himself from each other. Sha Lang and Long Wu shrugged their shoulders and moved their bodies.
Start to retreat.
Four people, four directions, the aura spread, creating an invisible sand net, tightly binding the Dicka in the field.
Their gazes and auras were locked tightly on Dieka, and each other's auras were gathering towards their peak state. The two quasi-level human emperors, the two golden powerhouses, each focused on the final blow!
Dieka took a deep breath, moved slowly, and was wary of Yang Jing and the others. Now he was at the end of his strength, with wounds all over his body, pain inside and out, and the feeling of fainting was constantly hitting him like a tide.
I realize that I am still standing now entirely because of my perseverance.
But at this time, he still did not give up hope, secretly thinking about how to escape.
"The last blow, fight!" After a brief pause, Yang Jing roared loudly, stamped his feet on the ground, and rushed out like a thunderous blast, like a tiger descending a mountain, like a dragon coming out of the sea, dancing with tungsten metal.
He killed him with a stick.
At the same time, Tu Qingcang, Sha Lang, and Long Wu attacked at the same time, and the power they had gathered for a long time suddenly surged, and they were in the best condition to unleash a killing blow.
Dieka forced his breath, suppressed the pain, and faced the attack in shock. As an emperor-level powerhouse, as a peak powerhouse, the momentum displayed at this time did not live up to his reputation.
However... the old body can no longer support such an intensity of exercise, such a degree of pain, let alone the joint attack of the four powerful men. The desperate attack at this time is destined to be the last blow of his life. All arrogance
It can only turn into sadness at the end.
Bang! Yang Jing's iron rod, Tu Qingcang's fist, Sha Lang's iron leg, and Long Wu's left palm all hit simultaneously while avoiding Diego's counterattack! Bones shattered, blood splattered, and the wild impact was frozen at this moment.
, the dull impact sounded like a death knell, announcing the fall of a generation of emperors.
Dieka's mouth was open, blood was dripping silently, and only one emotion was flowing in his wide eyes... unwillingness!
He is not willing to give in! He is not willing to die like this!
The glory of a lifetime, the glory of a lifetime, cannot escape the shackles of fate in the end... Soldiers will inevitably die in battle!
"...Killing me...is the most wrong...decision made by you...Tianmen..." Dieka's mouth opened and closed slightly, blood gurgled out. He struggled to spit out these words, and finally lowered his head feebly.
A generation of emperors has fallen!
Since the establishment of the Black List, and the unveiling of the Death Hunt in the Sanuki Mountains, another emperor has died in battle!
"Not killing you is the wrong decision." Yang Jing drew out his tungsten stick, faced the apartment building in the distance, shook the air, and shouted: "Dieka is dead!"
"Dieka is dead!" Shalang and Long Wu were so excited that they roared loudly and rushed towards other battle circles to vent their inner passion.
Upstairs in the apartment, Anne opened her lips lightly and said: "Diega's death in battle and the destruction of Black Mamba are equivalent to establishing a blood feud and completely pushing EO to the opposite side of Tianmen. EO is different from the temple. They are a mercenary group. They have
The boss behind the scenes has an operation team and a steady stream of elite troops. Diego is just a retired instructor. His death will not shake the status of the EO royal family. We need to be prepared to welcome the invasion of those mercenary troops."
Yu Xiaotian is quite free and easy: "Whether Dieka dies or not, Tianmen will eventually have a battle with EO. Instead of deliberately preparing for the Black Mamba troops at that time, it is far better to completely eliminate them now. The advantages far outweigh the disadvantages."
Changsun Qianwen admired the bloody scene on the square and said with a smile: "Anne is right, EO is different from the temple. As a mercenary group and a commercial company, its special institutional characteristics determine its nature. Diego's death will not
It will bring too much damage to EO, and it will only affect the momentum at best. But don’t worry, mercenaries can be very popular in other countries, but in China... Haha, if they really dare to come in, we don’t need to take action, the country will naturally
We will clean up these armed forces as soon as possible, clean and tidy!
EO will become our life-and-death enemy and a giant-level enemy, but that is an international battlefield. As long as we don't cross the border, they can only stare and have nothing to do with us, so... don't worry, we can temporarily shrink first.
Head turtle, haha..."
Chen Zun looked at the extraordinary temperament of the eldest grandson Qianwen, smiled slightly and said: "Mr. eldest grandson is really unique in his view of things. Xiaotian, you must learn from Mr. eldest grandson. Calmness and wisdom are what the Tianmen military advisor needs most."
Changsun Qianwen smiled and shook his head: "Excuse me, wisdom and bravery are king. How many people can Xiaotian become the recognized wise man of the Chinese underworld before the age of twenty-five, with personal strength exceeding the gold level, and looking at the international world...?
My eldest grandson, Qianwen, sighs for himself."
Chen Zun couldn't help but laugh. Even though he knew that his eldest son Qianwen was being polite, he still couldn't help but feel happy. Just like parents all over the world, people say that their children are bad in front of others, but they still feel happy when they hear other people's praise.
Changsun Qianwen's casual remark hit Chen Zun's weak point.
Di Chengdao: "The threat of Diega has been eliminated. Next, there may be battle axes, seventeen ninja sects, bloody angels, and other emperor-level experts. Xu Yun will lead the brothers to clean up the scene.
Restore it to its original appearance, and try not to let others see the difference."
"Brother Cheng, don't worry." Xu Yun nodded respectfully and left quickly.
Anne never forgot to remind: "Don't forget to deal with the smell of blood."
Di Chengdao: "Tomahawk is not a threat, and Yakuza is not a threat. As long as you are here, don't even think about leaving. The key is that the Seventeen Ninja Sect and those emperor-level warriors, as warriors, their sense of smell is surprisingly sensitive.
Sometimes we may need to take action ourselves.”
Li Yue clenched his fists: "We have been prepared for a long time. We are not afraid that there will be many of them, but we are afraid that they will not come."
Changsun Qianwen looked at the blue sky, his smile slightly reduced: "Yeah, I'm just afraid they won't come."
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