Mad owl

Four voices sounded in a row, the first one was a black stick being inserted into the ground, the second one was a black shadow churning and falling, one was the god king throwing himself down, and the other was a woman in white throwing and falling.

The dangerous fierce battle finally calmed down.

grunt! !The three black martial arts captains swallowed hard, staring blankly at the empty grass in front of them, their expressions were a little dazed, and they hadn't recovered from the fierce battle like the storm before.The attack and counterattack in just 3 minutes, and dozens of rounds of violent attack and fighting, were like knives digging deep into their brains, stimulating their vision and heart.

They can feel the coercion and terror from the god king, and they can even feel the strength and terror of the two mysterious people who suddenly appeared, whether it is the strange body and fierce swordsmanship of the woman in white, or the silent movement of the man in black. Suddenly violent, the rage and ferocity displayed at that moment.

Where did the monster come from! !Actually confronting the God King? ? ! !Even stronger than Tu Qingcang! !

and……

The fierce battle just now was like a torrential rain, it seemed dazzling, and there were afterimages everywhere.But their intuition told them that the last confrontation was likely to be the defeat of the God King! !

"Uh... this..." A team leader suddenly noticed a big black stick not far away.It is about 1.8 meters in length and about five centimeters in diameter. It is pitch black, with traces of battle all over it, exuding a strong and fierce aura.The surface of the black stick is engraved with subtle blood-colored lines, like blood vessels, endowing it with soul and life.

The black stick has a thrilling overbearing and wildness, which is enough to make any fighter obsessed with it and feel awe.

As the captain of the black martial arts team, they are all too familiar with this stick, and they are all too clear about it.

It's... a tungsten stick! !

"Oh my God!!" The three of them stared fixedly at the black stick not far away, murmured unconsciously at the corners of their mouths, their eyes swayed slightly, their pupils dilated slowly, and an unspeakable heat rolled in their chests. , Straight to the forehead, the figure trembled.

The three of them raised their heads sharply, looking frantically at the direction where the black shadow fell in the distance. After a moment of silence, they knelt on the ground with a bang, and let out an uncontrollable roar: "Welcome to the commander, and return to the eight tribes!!"

leader? ?Hearing the roars of the three, feeling the excitement and eagerness, the five captains of the black martial arts team who were replaced by Huda looked over and quickly noticed the big black stick half exposed in the grass.After a short period of doubt and thought, excitement, fanaticism, excitement, all kinds of intense emotions came to mind, all of them knelt down on one knee, and vented their emotions in a roaring way: "Welcome to the leader, return to the Babu people!!"

The hysterical roar seemed a bit abrupt on the battlefield, and quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Commander?? Yang Jing??" Yu Xiaotian had just been replaced by Suheba Beast and Ulihan, and was about to join the battle circle of Xu Yun and the three of them. past.

Because Zhou Shaohua and the three were distracted, they were attacked by Shenzuo one after another. They were thrown out one by one with muffled groans, scarlet blood sprayed the sky, and fell ten meters away in embarrassment.

However, Shen Zuo did not continue to attack, and his face behind the mask flashed a little dignified, looking at the battle circle where the King of God was.

The previously restless and frenzied battlefield had obviously eased. Except for Solo and Wu Nonggu who were still being bombarded by three 'beasts', the rest of the people temporarily suppressed their fighting spirit and shifted their attention there.

The man in black lay on his back in the pasture, motionless, as if he had been severely injured and fell into a coma. His thick hands were dripping with blood, and his flesh seemed to have been twisted by something. The blood and flesh were horrible.After a long silence, the fingertips shook slightly, and the chest slowly swelled, and then slowly subsided.And then... the closed eyes opened, and the arms moved slightly and slowly propped up.

Resolute, majestic, calm and solemn, seemingly stable, but with blood-colored eyes, there is a bit of rebellion, and even a bit of dominance.

Yang Jing! !It was the leader of the eight vice presidents who received the order from the base halfway and changed direction to come to support, the second gatekeeper of Tianmen... Yang Jing! !

The woman in white is naturally Wu Yuniang, the aunt who followed him to leave the Yaowang Mansion!

"Finally back!!" Yu Xiaotian's spirit shook slightly, and he clenched his fists involuntarily.

"Lao Yang? Good guy, I'm finally willing to come back." Xu Yun and the others struggled to get up. Because of the pain and exhaustion, their breath became chaotic, but looking at the familiar figure, they still couldn't restrain their excitement.

"Huh? Who is that woman??" Yi Tingxuan noticed the woman in white standing up not far away.

Slender and slender, with tied long hair and fluttering white clothes, she is cool and beautiful. On the vast green grassland, that figure is extraordinarily agile and elegant. Although the white veil covers her face, no matter who sees her for the first time, There will be a sense of beauty.

That must be a beautiful woman.

"Where's the god king? Where's Lao Tu?" Zhou Shaohua paid more attention to this.woman? ?No matter how celestial he looks, he is just a 'person' in his eyes, which does not attract the slightest interest.

"What happened just now? When did Lao Yang come back?" Xu Yun quietly winked at the three of them, and continued to be vigilant.

"God King, long time no see, your strength seems to have regressed." Yang Jing stared at the place where the God King fell, his blood-red eyes were calm, with a calmness like the sea, which was completely different from the mania he used to be.

In just a few minutes, the God King was shocked, and Yang Jing felt deeply excited.After half a year of experience, this is the first time he has tested his strength on the battlefield. Whether it is agility, strength, or the control of skills, they have all improved significantly, similar to metamorphosis! !I also saw the method of 'critical attack' taught by my mentor, and felt its power in person.Maybe I haven't really stepped into the realm of the emperor, but... just like what my teacher said, the method of 'critical strike' can make the cast jump to the emperor in an instant.Confronting Renhuang head-on is not a luxury.

Now it seems that sure enough! !

Yuniang's harassing strategy may have contributed a lot, but it still can't hide the power of 'critical strike'!

In contrast, the performance of the God King was a bit poor, as if it was quite different from before.

"Yang Jing, the information shows that you were locked in a dungeon by Di Cheng and imprisoned for a year. Now it seems...we were wrong..." The God King stood up slowly, his eyes closed, and two streams of mixed blood ran across his cheeks .

Wu Yuniang's sword light pierced the eyeball, causing blindness.If it were someone else, he would have started crying in terror at this time, but the King of God... seemed not to have been significantly affected, no panic, no anger, his face was solemn and calm as usual.

This magnanimity and composure are absolutely unmatched by ordinary people.At least on this point, he still has the majesty that an emperor-level powerhouse should have.

"You can't even confirm my whereabouts. It seems that your intelligence system needs to be improved." Yang Jing responded lukewarmly, raised his hand, and the captain of the black martial arts team pulled out a tungsten gold stick and ran over to him, bloody palm Holding the big stick again, the breath became thick and hard.

"Back then when Di Cheng was hunted and entered Skynet, you were just an accessory like a entourage, without receiving any attention. Who could have imagined that after many years, you would lead the eight tribes of Tianmen, and you would become the quasi-emperor. Who can imagine..."

"If this is your compliment, I am willing to accept it." Yang Jing quietly looked at Wu Yuniang, met each other's eyes, nodded slightly, and made preparations for fighting again.

He didn't care what happened to the God King's body, and he didn't care what was special about today's battlefield. Capturing the God King or killing the God King was the goal he set in his mind the moment he appeared on the battlefield.

Shen Dynasty looked in Yang Jing's direction, didn't answer, just stood there quietly.Because his eyes were closed and his face was cold and calm, people couldn't guess what he was thinking.

But watching Yang Jing gradually lift up the iron rod, Xu Yun and the others also regained their fighting spirit.

Shen Zuo took advantage of the time when everyone lost their minds and appeared next to the king of gods, paying close attention to vigilance and guarding carefully.Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the blood-soaked, twisted and tattered right leg and arm of the King of God, and a trace of horror flashed in his heart. He didn't pay attention to what happened just now, but the scene in front of him clearly showed the truth of that moment. Tragic and wild, these two prosthetics are the most advanced research and development products of the organization. They have been fused with my own bones. Not only are they flexible and free, but they are also unparalleled in hardness. How is it possible...

How much impact force does this need? ! !Was it caused by Tu Qingcang, or by Yang Jing?

"God King, let's withdraw. We will discuss the long-term plan and fight again in another day." Shen Zuo reminded in a low voice, ready to carry the God King and flee.The development of the situation exceeded expectations, and the king of gods, who was supposed to be the ace killer, turned into this appearance in an instant. The victory was already hopeless, and he had to retreat decisively.

The God King didn't respond, and still stood there quietly for a long time, then slowly raised his tattered right arm, the movements were a little stiff and difficult, the sharp pain from his shoulder stimulated his nerves, and his face turned pale.After a moment of silence, the expression of the king of the gods suddenly became a little strange, and a complicated smile appeared on the cold and hard face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Who would have imagined that the last battle of my god king in this life was actually defeated by yours?" In my hands, I lost to an accessory that I never paid attention to."

ps: four more! !Just a little bang.Since love, love fiercely, flowers continue to stand up! !Brothers... go! ! !