Chapter five hundred and ninety-two: fierce battle (2)
"Huhuhu..."
On the desert, two shirtless figures faced each other, panting heavily, as if the koi had just been engaged in a sword-and-stick fight.
The sound of heavy breathing became heavier and heavier, and drops of bright red blood dripped along the long stick at his feet.
"Old thing...you can't hold it anymore!"
Ding Xiaoyi's chest was filled with tension, and he held the [Yellow Spring] tightly with both hands, and big beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.
"It's still... it's still... it's still early!"
Jia Baosan was panting harder than Ding Xiaoyi, and his face turned blue and white. The most important thing was that the wounds on his body had cracked open in many places, and blood was flowing freely. If he hadn't been in the peak dragon-level body, he would have been a disaster spirit.
He would almost faint to death from excessive blood loss.
As the two of them were talking, their figures suddenly blurred, and they saw the red sword light rising through the air. The sword energy spread like the sea, destroying the vast desert and opening up a chasm-like abyss.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
At the same time, there are many shadows of the stick, which constantly collide with each other in front of the sword, creating colorful firelights. The light shines in all directions, and the shadow of the stick is like a sea, rolling up tens of thousands of huge waves, and sweeping in with terrifying divine power.
The two of them fought from the sky to the ground, from the ground to the sky.
Everything he passed was in chaos, making it difficult to distinguish and decipher.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a clear buzzing sound sounded, and the long red gold stick flew out of nowhere in the void, creating a huge hole in the ground.
"puff!!"
In mid-air, Jia Baosan's figure appeared, with a fatal wound on his chest, from his left shoulder to his right rib, and blood sprayed in the air for a while.
"die!!"
Ding Xiaoyi's figure appeared in front of him, holding the blade in both hands and slashing it from the top of his head.
Seeing the critical moment, Jia Baosan's pupils tightened and he hurriedly dodged, and the sword almost struck him in the back.
"ah!!"
The terrifying sword light almost cut off the old man's back, and the flesh and blood became a blur, and the spine connected to the nerves was completely exposed.
"Gudong!!"
Jia Baosan rolled around on the ground several times, and the rough sand was entangled in his flesh and blood. Not to mention the unspeakable sourness, you can imagine it just by looking at Jia Baosan's twisted face.
"kill"
Such a miserable scene? But Ding Xiaoyi did not intend to follow the glorious tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young. Instead, he made up his mind to beat up the drowned dog.
The broadsword struck head-on, and the other hand summoned Huntian Ling. Suddenly the sword flashed and Shenzang hit Jia Baosan like a cannonball.
Jia Baosan wiped his forehead. He saw blood splattering on his forehead, and the diamond-shaped light mirror was stained scarlet with blood. Nine blood dragons came out of the sky.
"Rumble, rumble..."
The world collapsed? The huge power made Ding Xiaoyi unable to maintain his spiritual space any longer, and a gap was suddenly torn open in the space.
But instead of taking the opportunity to escape, Jia Baosan waved his hand to call back the red gold stick and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi: "Ah!"
Under the roar, Jia Baosan was completely red-eyed and risked his life, even if he wanted to die together with Ding Xiaoyi.
It's a pity that Jia Baosan is still too old. Does this old man fight to the death? In Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, except for a bit of incomprehension, it has no meaning at all.
I saw a movement in his heart? The Five Elements Clock hung above his head, holding the damaged star ring in his hand? The Hun Tian Ling was wrapped around Ding Xiaoyi's back.
Three artifacts are activated at the same time.
Suddenly, a bright light shone in front of Jia Baosan, and his figure suddenly turned into an inconspicuous spot of light in the strong light.
"boom!!"
A violent earthquake struck the mountains? Fallout Alliance Area 24.
Under the violent earthquake, the entire alliance suffered a network outage for up to three minutes, and even the signal disappeared.
In three minutes, regardless of how many losses the alliance suffered, many people who had experienced the war suddenly raised their voices to their chests in panic.
They were worried that the next second, the entire city would be engulfed by a beam of light or something special and disappear completely.
Just like Gangdi City in Area 17, a great battle completely disappeared from the map of the alliance, leaving no trace in any media, news, or even on the Internet.
Only people still remember in their hearts that there once was a wealthy city in District 17 called Gangdi City.
Fortunately, this enemy force left just as quickly as it came.
Except for the strong vibration, there was no other movement. Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking like they were in false alarm.
Perhaps only those who have experienced the cruelty and darkness of war will cherish every day's life more.
The Gangdi City factory area has been reduced to the ground.
In the huge pit, a skinny old man was standing upright, staring at Ding Xiaoyi intently.
But this strong and unbent pride is the backbone supported by the long red stick behind the old man.
"Actually, if you want to escape, I can't stop you!"
Ding Xiaoyi sat on the scorched earth in front of the old man, gently wiping the [Yellow Spring] on his hands. His relaxed expression was more like a cigarette afterwards.
"Hmph!"
Jia Bao Sanyi curled his lips and snorted: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, why should I run away?"
"Is it worth it?" He raised his head and asked Jia Baosan again. He could understand that Jia Baosan wanted to kill him at all costs.
But if you give up the chance to escape, you will die with yourself. This is no longer within the scope of personal hatred. The hatred between yourself and Jia Baosan, even if it goes one step further, should not be this big.
That's why Ding Xiaoyi was confused. He asked Jia Baosan more probably because of the so-called Holy Lord in his mouth.
Just risking your own life for the future of others is too unworthy in my opinion.
In response to this question, Jia Baosan shook his head, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw several children-like figures above the pothole curiously poking their heads down to look down.
Seeing this, Jia Baosan asked Ding Xiaoyi, "Don't you already have the answer to this question in your mind? Otherwise, why would you bother destroying your own psychic space and not be willing to release us to fight?"
Ding Xiaoyi was startled, and suddenly he had some clarity in his heart. After thinking for a long time, he nodded to Jia Baosan in front of him: "I have learned the lesson!"
Just as he finished speaking, the moment he raised his head again, a flash of red light suddenly flashed in front of Jia Baosan's throat...
"Boom..."
A thunderbolt rose from the ground.
"Da`da`da da da..."
I saw the chess piece clamped between two slender fingertips suddenly falling onto the chessboard.
The twelve masked figures in front of the chessboard raised their heads numbly. Each person's mask was completely different. There were pigs, tigers, and cows. The twelve people were exactly twelve animals, which corresponded to the twelve zodiac animals.
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The empty eyes under the mask looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.
The young man was tall and tall, with a handsome appearance. He was dressed in white clothes and his hair was meticulously taken care of. Looking at the chessboard in front of him, he couldn't help but frown.
The leader of the mice bowed forward, straightened the smashed chess pieces, and then asked: "Holy Lord?"
"It's okay, just prepare a lantern."
This young man, who is revered as the Holy Lord, is the Lord of the Tianyuan Holy Land, and he is also the god of this foreign land, the supreme being Qi Xuantong.
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave from the chessboard under the tree.
"But the chess game isn't over yet."
Qi Xuantong was about to leave when he heard the rat face whispering behind him.
Hearing the rat-faced voice, Qi Xuantong paused, frowned slightly, turned around, and dropped the sunspot on his hand on the lower star.
Suddenly, the complicated chess game suddenly became clear. White lost his advantage, and Black took advantage of the victory to pursue. In a short time, most of the white stones were killed, and the defeated situation was already beyond repair.
"It's over!"
As soon as the son fell, Qi Xuantong jumped away without even looking at the twelve people in front of him.
The twelve masks slowly stared at Qi Xuantong's back, remaining silent until he had gone far away. It was so quiet that it made people feel that these twelve people were just like corpses.