Listening to the ghost king's cold voice, Mu Qiaoyun almost forgot her fear and looked at Di Cheng blankly, a complicated and weird emotion growing in her heart. 包-书_吧.8.) She didn't know what the man in black said.
What does the words mean, but I can guess a little bit... Qin Yun is not called 'Qin Yun', nor is he a killer, nor is he Yang Yu's fiancé, but a person with an extremely special identity, so special that he could not imagine it.
the point.
"As I said before, I admire you very much, but I must get rid of you. Di Cheng..." The Ghost King closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "If you die in the battle tonight, I will bury you generously. If you
If I can live again, I, the Ghost King, swear that I will never set foot in China from now on. This is the last battle between you and me, I hope there will be no regrets!"
"Although I can't remember who you are, I'm sure... you are a warrior! A true warrior!"
"Qin Yun, don't listen to his nonsense, he is lying to you!" Yang Yu didn't want to give up and grabbed Di Cheng's hand hard.
"I know, I'm not Qin Yun, nor your fiancé. But I still want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly." Di Cheng showed a faint smile and pulled it off regardless of Yang Yu's stop.
He took off the mask, revealing his true appearance.
"Yang family, this farce is over!!" At the same moment, a violent roar sounded from the roof behind. Before everyone could raise their heads and look around, a majestic and tall figure jumped into the venue, followed closely behind,
There was a dense sound of shattering on the roof, and amid the falling debris, all the Tianmen generals who had been lurking for a long time jumped to the venue.
The loud bangs on the ground made the people huddled in the corner dumbfounded. They subconsciously looked at the three-meter-high roof and then looked at the hard ground under their feet. The corners of their eyes twitched fiercely.
Who are they? Have they evolved or are they acting in movies?
The generals of the Tianmen stood still, standing tall and solemn, their fiery eyes fixed on Di Cheng. Looking at the familiar face and feeling the familiar atmosphere, the eyes of Yang Jing and others could not help but feel a little moist, with a long-lost fire.
His chest was rolling. After a moment, he took a deep breath. Hundreds of generals knelt down on one knee and roared: "We are waiting for Brother Cheng to return to Tianmen!!"
Di Cheng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces and felt the awe from the heart, which seemed to merge with the memory fragments in his mind. The long-lost sense of security and belonging made his fighting spirit hot again. This is Tianmen? This is it.
My own brother?
Everyone in the Wei family had lost the ability to think. They stared intently at the corpses on the ground, the wild killings, and the mysterious people appearing one after another. An unprecedented coldness was devouring their bodies. There was only one word that kept echoing in their minds.
…It’s over…It’s over…
At this time, ear-splitting roars and roars sounded from behind, and the hurricane-like 'sweeping' of Dahan, Sadre and Solo came over. Whether it was the shocking size or the wild momentum, they all brought intense force to the frightened people.
It was so shocking that for a moment, the sound of breathing became the clearest sound in the venue.
Some people even murmured: "Oh my god, World of Warcraft?!"
"Before you go home, clean up the garbage!" Xi Yuhuang pulled off his bloody cloak and wore only coarse shorts. His exposed muscles were like cast steel. Although it was not exaggerated, there was a shocking sense of strength.
, what is different from the past is not only the cold eyes, but also his weapons... jet black tungsten claws!!
Just like when he was in Chixiang Prison, he relied on these hands when he defeated Yang Jing! After six or seven years of silence and six or seven years of restraint, the sharp claw weapon that he quietly forged was finally put on his hand tonight, and it was destined to follow Xi Yu
It will win the glory that belongs to it through the revival of the emperor.
"This is the real banquet, head of the Yang family, watch out!" Yang Jing's scarlet eyes glanced at Yang Yi, who had a gloomy face. A roar shook the whole place, and his strong body ran wildly, stepping ten times in a row.
The speed soared to the extreme, and with a wild stomp on the ground, the running body tumbled into the air, and the tungsten metal stick rotated fiercely, blasting away the terrifying energy of causing landslides and ground cracking, and went straight to the ghost master Green Bat who was fiercely fighting in front!
Like an enraged lion, Yang Jing's momentum was astonishingly strong and fast. He appeared next to the green bat in almost the blink of an eye, and struck hard like a hurricane with the roaring tungsten stick.
Feeling the harsh energy behind him, Qing Bat's face changed drastically. He didn't care to continue to entangle with the Yang family's bodyguards and stepped hard with all his strength. What he was good at was speed and reaction. His dodge at this moment lived up to his name! But
Even so... the roaring tungsten stick still swept across his back, and the manic momentum smashed his butt so hard that blood dripped from his face.
Boom!! The tungsten metal stick continued its force and hit the concrete floor hard. The wild power immediately stirred up debris all over the floor. Because the force was too strong, the splashing debris was almost like an angry bullet.
, shooting fiercely in all directions, beating the bodies of four or five people to bloody pulps on the spot, causing bursts of shrill screams.
At the same moment when Yang Jing took action, Xi Yuhuang, who had always been aloof, actually chose to take action. Like a falcon flapping its wings, it brought out afterimages and rushed across the ground into the battlefield, locking the ghost master Lingling in the chaos.
At the approaching moment, Xi Yuhuang's speed suddenly surged, and his tungsten-gold claws tore through the air, making a shocking arc and heading straight for Lingling's head!
Lingling's brows furrowed, her steps quickly touched the ground, and she dodged with all her strength with her nimble body skills. Facing Xi Yuhuang's all-out burst, her strength was only that of a gold intermediary, but she managed to dodge narrowly. Her rich combat experience
, his reaction in critical moments, and his strange and swift movement, all of which can't help but impress people.
However……
"Death!!" A sharp roar exploded on the tip of the tongue. Xi Yuhuang unexpectedly appeared on the path of Lingling's escape. His sharp claws brought out swirling energy. In an instant... after hitting Lingling.
Back. The sharp claws were hard and ruthless, crushing bones and flesh, and piercing the entire chest. When the sharp claws came out from Lingling's chest, the blood-red claws were still grabbing the beating heart.
Lingling's body suddenly stiffened, Yuan's eyes were filled with disbelief, and she wanted to lower her head to see what was going on, but her tattered chest was sucking away her physical strength and life like a water pump.
Lingling, the ghost master on Death's left hand, died in battle tonight!
Emperor Xi Yu clenched his right hand, his heart burst and blood splattered. His face was filled with unprecedented ferocity and coldness, as well as a heart-shaking killing intent. His evil eyes swept over every Tianmen general.
face, a voice like ice slag floated in the silent venue: "The eight gates of heaven, hold on to your steel swords, use the blood of the enemy... to clear the way home for Brother Cheng!"
A restless fire surged in the chest. Xiao Feng, Leng Feixue and other generals from the Eight Gates of Heaven took deep breaths, their gazes feverish. After a brief silence, the curtain roared: "Use the blood of the enemy to fight for
Brother Cheng clears the way home. The eight gates of heaven... fight!!"
The eyes of Yi Tingxuan and others were evasive and horrified. Obviously, they did not expect Xi Yuhuang to have such a manic side. Perhaps they were used to his calmness, but the sudden explosion at this moment was particularly terrifying, and his momentum was even overwhelming.
Signs of Yang Jing. Tianmen’s number one door god, well-deserved!
"Eight tribesmen, the banquet begins!" Yang Jing looked at Emperor Xi Yu, his scarlet eyes bursting with intense heat. After a roar, his momentum rose again, and he danced the tungsten stick to attack all members of the Death God's left hand.
.Perhaps he wanted to compete with Emperor Xi Yu, or perhaps he wanted to vent his resentment over the disastrous defeat on Kyushu Island. At this moment, he was like a crazed bull, and his momentum was astonishing.
"Clear the way home for Brother Cheng!" All the Tianmen tribe roared in unison, and the heroic spirit in their hearts was aroused by Xi Yuhuang's words. They surged one after another, like a wave swept by a hurricane.
Hit the god of death's left hand hard.
The zombies looked solemnly, and suddenly realized... Every time they fight against Tianmen, there will be a different feeling, and there will be new shocks every time. Are the growth rates of these beasts too fast??!!
These homes are horrible!!
The zombie stopped hesitating, clasped the corner of his mouth, and let out a sharp whistle! As the sound passed, a loud and chaotic noise suddenly came from outside the battle circle. Not long after, a white figure rushed towards him, like white lightning.
Crossing the ground, the speed is astonishing and the momentum is astonishing.
Under the horrified eyes, and with a beast-like roar, the running figure suddenly stepped on the rockery, rotated 720 degrees in the air, and fell to the venue in a shocking arc. At the moment of landing, the whole figure
It was a hurricane-like spinning blast, injuring everyone within five meters, including Tianmen, the bodyguards, and the left hand of the god of death.
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