The duel between the Blood Throne and the Black Hell has reached a fever pitch. The attack and killing momentum between these two powerful men can be said to be extremely fast. Every move and attack shows an extremely terrifying force.
impact.
After all, both of them are strong men who have reached the sixth level of the secret realm.
Until now, both of them have been injured, each with different injuries, and blood seeped from the corners of each other's mouths.
They can be said to be the place of life and death.
Throne of Blood will not forget the old grudge that Black Prison took the opportunity to occupy his second stronghold in Ecuador. In his heart, Black Prison has already been listed as a must-kill enemy.
The reason why they have tolerated it for so many years is that there has never been a suitable opportunity to launch an offensive against Black Fire arms dealers.
Now, together with Ye Junlang, they have destroyed the Black Fire arms dealer's stronghold and fought all the way here, all the way to the Black Prison. Of course, the Blood Throne will not let go of such an opportunity.
"Black Prison, you are destined to be defeated tonight! Now that your stronghold has been breached and your soldiers are being harvested, it is your turn next! Back then, you colluded with Daniel, the traitor under my command, and occupied me.
Stone Gun's second stronghold, this time I will capture your Black Fire Arms Dealer and take revenge!" Throne of Blood stared at the Black Prison and said in a cold tone.
Hei Jing's face was livid, and he could be said to be extremely angry. He felt like he was mad with hatred. The Black Fire arms dealer he had devoted so much effort to was broken into like this. How could he be reconciled? How could he not be angry?
"Throne of Blood, do you really think you have a chance to win? Do you really think you can kill me?" Hei Jing opened his mouth, and he sneered sternly and said, "Even if you die, I will drag you to hell! You still want to occupy my Black Hell?"
Firearms dealer? Just dream!"
"Really? It's just the end of a strong crossbow. I will kill you right now!"
The Throne of Blood opened his mouth, and his own aura became strong again. There were strands of blood that seemed to be substantial from his body, and a terrifying blood hell seemed to be formed around his body.
The Blood Throne's own blood power has been activated to the extreme. He roared with murderous intent and used all his strength to activate his "Bloody Blood Hell Fist" to attack the Black Prison.
While Black Prison was fighting the Throne of Blood, he was also paying attention to the entire battle situation. He noticed that the White Mask Corps under his command kept falling, and now they were completely defeated.
This means that his side has indeed failed, completely defeated.
In such a situation, even if he relied on his own efforts, he could not turn the tide.
Therefore, the only thing he wants in his heart now is to use all his strength to kill the Blood Throne, or at the worst, die with the Blood Throne.
What he can't get, he won't let the Throne of Blood get his hands on.
Therefore, Black Prison fought hard. He used all his strength to condense all the power of his own secret realm. His attacking punches were as fast as lightning, and they contained a terrifying suction force that was like being swallowed by the black abyss.
, he completely let go of his hands and feet, and his style of play was to destroy everything.
The strength of the two is about the same. Under such a premise of strength, if one of them really wants to fight, it will be very dangerous. If they are not careful, both of them will fall, and both will be destroyed.
Of course Blood Throne will not die with Black Prison. He avoids Black Prison's sharp killing moves and wants to wait for an opportunity to attack and kill.
However, the Black Prison ignored it completely and attacked blindly, waiting for a fatal flaw to appear in the Throne of Blood.
Under the crazy attack of Black Prison, Blood Throne was unable to avoid them one by one. In the end, Black Prison punched him. Blood Throne also raised his right leg and swept it across Black Prison's waist.
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Bang! Bang!
After two dull sounds, the two figures separated, each coughing out blood again.
Hei Jing's face was ferocious and Jie Jie smiled strangely. He completely ignored his injuries and continued to mobilize the power of his secret realm to prepare for a life-and-death battle.
Just then——
Whoosh!
A figure flashed forward, accompanied by a majestic and majestic masculine and domineering momentum, as if a generation of overlords had arrived.
This is exactly Ye Junlang.
In fact, Ye Junlang had long noticed that the Black Prison and the Throne of Blood were both losers. The two were of similar strength, and in a life-and-death duel, it was possible for both of them to fall.
It stands to reason that Ye Junlang can hide in the dark, watch the fire from the other side, and reap the benefits.
But he didn't.
He still showed up because he had thought deeply that at this stage, the Blood Throne could not die yet.
It is beneficial to him that the Blood Throne is alive, because with the Blood Throne's restraint, his construction work of the Devil's Arsenal in Babybia Town will be much safer and more stable.
Neither Jaguar Military Traders nor Angel Disciples dare to act rashly.
He teamed up with the Blood Throne to break into the Black Fire arms dealer stronghold, which inadvertently sent a message to the outside world - he and the Blood Throne were in an alliance.
Under such circumstances, whether the Jaguar Military Merchant or the Angel Disciples want to send troops to attack Babia Town, they have to consider whether the Blood Throne will send troops to support Ye Junlang.
This formed a kind of deterrent, and also created enough space and time for Ye Junlang's layout in Babia Town to grow.
As soon as Ye Junlang appeared, Hei Jing noticed it. His bloody eyes stared at Ye Junlang closely and said: "You, you -"
"Satan, you are here!" Throne of Blood spoke, and he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the outcome of this battle has been decided.
"What? Are you Satan? You actually joined forces with the Throne of Blood?" Black Prison was shocked and looked unbelievable.
Ye Junlang sneered calmly and said, "Is it possible that I still have to wait for you to join forces with Jaguar military merchants to attack Babia Town?"
"You Satan, I really underestimated you!" Black Prison said angrily, feeling suffocated in his heart.
"Hell, your time is over, go to hell!"
Ye Junlang spoke, and with a movement of his body, he took the lead in attacking the Black Prison.
Facing a strong man like Hei Jing, Ye Junlang naturally had no reservations. His own Nine Yang Qi and blood soared into the sky, and he also evolved a gravity field at the first time. Then he evolved the third form of Jiuxiao Shanhe Fist.
Six postures - I have one punch to open the gate of heaven!
boom!
With one punch, it seems like you can open the gate of heaven and see the immortals.
Under this punch, everything is destroyed!
Hei Jing realized that he could not avoid the punch. He immediately roared and used all his strength to unleash his strongest fist to meet Ye Junlang's punch.
Boom!
The void shook, and violent and terrifying sounds erupted under the attack of the two men's fists.
After the punch, Ye Junlang staggered back, while Hei Jing's mouth was bleeding and he staggered backwards.
Black Prison had already been seriously injured in the battle with the Blood Throne, and Ye Junlang basically maintained his full strength. Therefore, under his full blow, Black Prison was unable to withstand it in its current state, and was injured again and repulsed.
Bang!
Just when Hei Jing was retreating, a figure was already waiting nearby. He struck out quickly, and the terrifying power of blood concentrated on his fist, and punched Hei Jing on the back and spine.
This was the Throne of Blood. He seized the moment when Black Prison's figure retreated and his breath was gone, and launched this fatal blow.
"Wow--"
Black Prison suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Under the surprise punch from Blood Throne, his body flew forward and fell heavily to the ground.
Hei Jing opened his mouth, and red blood kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth. He wanted to say something but couldn't.
In that extreme unwillingness to resent, the look in his eyes gradually faded, and eventually there was no life left in his eyes.
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