Chapter 339, Di Cheng's disaster, death coffin (14)
Fang Zhongshou and Yaya attack with all their strength, and black and white are no longer preserved. The two Tianmen ghosts face the most powerful poison in Miao territory. None of the four is simple, vicious, crazy and evil, and they all have their own special skills. Today
The late battle is destined to be tragic, and one party is destined to pay a heavy price. Pao-Book_Bar.8.)
Although more than half of the ninja troops died tragically when they faced Fang Zhongshou and Ya Ya, the fact that they could persist for ten minutes in the attack of the two monsters is enough to show their strength. Facing the entanglement and obstruction of ten guards, it is even more...
Super strong attack energy burst out. They competed with each other, fought back with each other, and collided with each other. It was a fierce and evenly matched fight, a collision between the Earth Ranking and the Heavenly Ranking, reaching the peak in a crazy and manic atmosphere!
Even the beauty is tightly trapped in place by the opponent. Whether it is a zombie or a green bat, it can be said that they have struggled out from the pile of dead. Their rich combat experience is no less than that of some quasi-level emperors, and their personal strength is even more
There is no doubt that otherwise he would not be the strongest ghost master in Death's left hand. With the help of Bai Qiao, the Skynet monster, he is extremely powerful. Coupled with the fact that Meiyan is worried about Di Cheng, anxiety and irritability gradually make this person in Tianmen people's heart.
The demon who is known for his calmness has been thrown into disarray. From the initial counterattack, to the sudden attack, to the mid-term stalemate, and now... she has actually begun to fall into passivity. If the snow lion hadn't been there to help, she might have fallen into a bigger trap.
in the midst of a crisis.
Sha Lang hugged Di Cheng tightly and ran all the way, his proud attack burst out with all his strength. However... Di Cheng looked thin, but his muscles were extremely strong, as if compressed to the extreme strength, and his actual weight was a hundred
Eight! At this moment, he fell into a comatose state and lost all consciousness. All the weight was placed on Shalang's two arms. In normal times, Shalang was confident that he could easily lift an object of 180 kilograms, but "throwing it up"
"Holding" and running wildly are completely different concepts. What's more... the kick from the black old lady almost killed half of his life. His chest and abdominal internal organs were almost dislocated, and his body and roots were shattered when he hit the ground.
The stone was used to help him, causing him to suffer serious internal injuries.
In addition, the previous fierce battle with the zombies in the depths of the jungle also left him with seven or eight wounds, and the blood dripped like a straw sucking away his physical strength and consciousness.
The evil heart-beating flea that I once was has been scarred all over.
"Ah!" Shalang kept roaring. This was not to scare anyone, but to encourage himself through this beast-like roar, forcing himself not to stop, not to give up, to speed up, speed up, keep accelerating!!
At this moment, it can be said that Shalang is relying entirely on his perseverance to support his physical fitness, directing his legs, constantly squeezing his potential, stimulating his potential, and overdrawing his physical strength.
His consciousness no longer belongs to him, and it is like a situation where a person is about to die and comes back to his senses. It is very likely that he will just keep running, keep running, until his heart can no longer support... the moment of sudden death!
But... it doesn't matter anymore, as long as Di Cheng can be sent to a safe place, he... will die without regrets!
Sha Lang ran wildly, using his life to exhaust his physical strength in the depths of the forest, using his physical strength to consume his life. There was only one thought in the depths of his consciousness: save Brother Cheng!
Behind, the fierce battle between Fang Zhongshou and others entered a white-hot state. Black and White's extraordinary strength exploded with all its strength, gradually beginning to suppress Fang Zhongshou and Ya Ya, especially after their fingertips scratched the skin of the two of them, they fainted and became weak.
Feelings began to wrap around Shou and Yaya in the house like a rope, forcing them to become passive step by step.
Poison??!!Poisoned!!Although Black and White Wuchang does not know the body poison technique, as the two major poisoners in the Miao border, they have grown up soaked in poison since they were young. They have a terrifying ability to use poison that is not weaker than the body poison technique. Fang
Although Zhongshou and Yaya are strong, without knowing it, seemingly insignificant wounds have become fatal threats.
Ten minutes later.
Bang! Fang Zhongshou staggered and knelt down with a bang. The all-powerful and powerful anatomist on the black list... fell silently. Yaya never got up after being knocked back by the black old lady. He lay weakly on the ground, charming
The weak body twitched slightly, the ferocious face returned to calm, and the pupils... I don't know when they started... slowly enlarged!
Black and White Wuchang didn't make any further excuses, picked up the coffin again and continued to chase Di Cheng! This time, there will be no one else!
In the rear, the fierce battle between Chen Zun and Shen Aoming, the fierce battle between Yuwen Huangxue and the Ghost King, the fierce battle between the Imperial Soul Team and the Death God's Left Hand, the collision between the Eight Tribes, the Black Dragon and the Seventeen Ninja Sects, and even Nakamura Yuze's confrontation with Yang Jing
The assassination attempt with Tu Qingcang has begun to enter the final stage.
It can be said that tonight's battle was filled with a tragic atmosphere from beginning to end, filled with sadness and solemnity. Blood was spraying and life was wailing. This army, carefully selected from within the eight tribes, is undergoing the biggest test since its establishment.
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Death...happens one after another! Tragedy emerges one after another!
Crazy, savage, manic, desperate, all of them are vulnerable to the huge disparity in numbers. The cruel sky will not show any mercy. At this moment, they are quietly witnessing the Tianmen tribe marching towards destruction.
Even though the Imperial Soul Team and the Black Dragon Society were trying their best to help, but... after more than twenty minutes of entanglement and stalemate, the numerical advantage of the Seventeen Ninja Sect, the Left Hand of Death, and the Yakuza Force began to be gradually amplified.
What's more, their strength is not weak at all.
The long-prepared roundup plan has entered the final stage.
The only good thing is that Chen Zun showed rare madness and did not retreat midway due to losses and casualties. Yuwen Huangxue did not issue an order to retreat. His resolute expression, strong attack, and unreserved burst of strength all showed that
The decision of this dormant Hidden Clan leader tonight... is so resolute!!!
"Huchi...huchi..."
Somewhere on the battlefield filled with blood and wails, Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang were breathing heavily and staring straight ahead. These two manic door gods from Tianmen were covered in blood at the moment, and their clothes were in tatters, as if they had been beaten.
The storm of blades swept through, and slowly they were covered with knife marks. As for their bodies... they were also covered with wounds. Threads kept seeping out from the dense wounds. Their strong bodies were uncontrollable due to pain and weakness.
Trembling.
They claim to have endless power and have reached their limit!
The eyes of the two stubborn men were full of anger, and they also had unconcealable horror. Ten steps away in front of them, a middle-aged man in a white shirt stood with his hands behind his back, with a cold expression and a calm face. Different from Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang,
His clothes were not stained by any dust, and were as white as snow. This, coupled with his cold aura, created a chill that made one's heart palpitate.
Yuzawa Nakamura!
Kazekage, Nakamura Yuzawa!
After experiencing the unexpected change when facing Di Cheng, this calm and shrewd killer has found a coping strategy, not to entangle, only to assassinate. He has already appreciated the power of the Tianmen God, and is more aware of the madness of the two men in front of him.
So from the beginning to the end, he has adopted the strategy of first becoming invisible and then assassinating, and... he does not seek to kill with one hit, but relies on his own assassination skills and his weird speed, and every time he attacks, he only misses them.
Only an ordinary wound was left.
Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang didn't notice anything strange at first, just thinking that every attack by Nakamura Yuze was in vain. But as time went on and the number of wounds increased, they finally realized Nakamura Yuze's sinister intentions, but...
It’s too late! It’s too late for everything!
They began to show weakness. The frequency of Nakamura Yuze's assassinations began to increase, and the depth of the wounds also increased! Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang were not reckless people. They struggled to find strategies in their fight back, but...
Just as Shura Buddha said in Heizhugou, after the previous encounter, Nakamura Yuze has become as cunning as a fox. No one in the world can hurt him again, not even an emperor-level expert!
Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang tried their best to set up a lot of traps in the fierce battle, but Nakamura Yuze was calm and shrewd. He would see through them every time and leave wounds on them every time. Until now... they have reached their limit.
, really reached the limit.
"Brother Cheng, have you escaped?" Yang Jing looked ferocious on the surface, but a bit of sadness could not help but appear in his heart. He asked silently and prayed silently.
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