Mad owl

Inside the base, the central training ground.

In the past, this place was full of sweaty and vigorous figures, and it was the meeting place for brothers from various ministries to hone their skills. Now... shouting and killing, blood raining down, and crowds of people, it seems to have become a battlefield of hell.

The yellow land is still blood-red and dazzling, and the air is full of thick blood, wailing and moaning, showing the cruelty of the bloody battle, the fierceness and ruthlessness of the battlefield.

With the conclusion of the overall situation, the counterattack of Tianmen, and the escape of cavalry, the battlefield around the base has come to an end, the internal shopping has also entered the final chapter, and the siege here has also come to an end.

Only two lonely figures remained on the central training ground.

Yang Jing vs Chechen! !

There were people gathered inside and outside the training ground, including the generals of various ministries of Tianmen, the surviving brothers of various ministries, and the strong Mongolian men who were captured and tied up by the iron law. showdown.

"If I win, let the five hundred warriors of our clan go, you will keep your word!" Che Chen roared loudly, striding and running wildly, writhing wildly like a tiger, and the steel mace slammed down like a torrent out of control. He rushed towards Yang Jing like crazy.

People are old and their hearts are not old, their bodies have not weakened, and the blood at this moment adds to the wild deterrence, and the violent bombardment at this moment drives blood to surge.

Chechen's offensive methods are all wild ways practiced in the grassland fights. The moves are born from the heart, and the moves are drawn from the heart. There are no subtle moves, no incredible sharpness, but as a quasi-level emperor, every move, every move Every leap is extremely fierce, in the eyes of the surrounding 'spectators', it is a visual 'metal storm'!

The power and fear of the quasi-emperor level are deeply engraved in the minds of all those who watched the battle.Everyone stopped for it, everyone lost their minds for it, everyone...was amazed by it...

"If you win, I will let your whole family go! If you lose, kneel down and surrender!" Yang Jing sometimes retreated and advanced, sometimes dodged and avoided, and sometimes bombarded and killed in a row.Its ability to fight back with ease and strong force even aroused the applause of the surrounding Black Armed Forces.

Fight fiercely with fierceness, and challenge wildness with wildness. Needless to say, the wonderful performance between the two of them is just the sonorous duel between the tungsten gold stick and the stainless steel mace, which is densely packed and almost connected into the whole piece. , Sparks splashed like machine-cut sparks, making the blood of the people watching the battle boil and feel their hearts twitch.

Quasi-imperial duel? ! !There are still two strong-armed quasi-emperors, this kind of duel is the most visual enjoyment, not the trembling of the heart.

Pain, fatigue, etc. were temporarily forgotten, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the rare confrontation in front of them.Even Xu Yun and the others, who had just rushed over after the battle, were attracted and decided to join the cheering team there.

"You keep your word!!" Chechen roared again, and the moment Yang Jing was shocked, his running figure suddenly rose up, his bloody hands clenched the steel mace desperately, and he slammed into the ground like a landslide. Blast to Yang Jing.

The wild momentum caused a burst of gasps all around on the spot! !

The bound iron cavalry clansman roared loudly: "Good!!"

Yang Jing's retreating steps stopped immediately, and his body turned around in an instant, his feet twisted like old roots on the ground, his movements were more flexible, more light, and more calm, but the next second... a roar rolled in his chest , The momentum changed dramatically.The rotating tungsten gold stick exploded in the air, like a sudden huge wave, and ruthlessly bombarded the fine steel mace.

Clang! !A roar shook the audience, and the power of the 'critical strike' surged in an instant, directly knocking Che Chen out under the horrified eyes of everyone.

Chechen volleyed twice in the air, landed with a bang, staggered backwards as if out of control, and the huge stomping sound caused the ground to tremble.

The mace was almost blown out.

"Your success or failure is related to the survival of the whole cavalry family!" Yang Jing shot quickly, as fast as a falcon, a little less manic just now, but more swift and fierce.A slight change in momentum is a drastic change in attack, and even more...a leapfrog increase in speed.

Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua and others frowned, staring at the center of the battlefield. After Yang Jing's return, this was the first time they really observed Yang Jing's changes!More stable, heavier, fiercer, stronger, more confident, and even more in control of yourself! !

The Heiwu team members looked even fanatical, clenched their fists—good! !This is their leader, this is the god of war they are proud of!

Yang Jing approached forcefully in the blink of an eye, at the moment when Chechen tried his best to stabilize his figure, roared ferociously and moved his mace, suddenly he flew into the air, and the tungsten gold stick drew an afterimage arc in the sky and paused fiercely. The bombardment went straight to Chechen's head.

Role switch!Alternate positions!

This time... Yang Jing was the main attacker and Chechen intercepted.

Clang! !The tungsten gold stick and the mace collided in the air, and the critical strike was launched at the critical moment, and Yang Jing used all his strength, and the terrifying force like a mountain roaring and tsunami rolled and swept along the tungsten gold stick, all of which were imposed on the wolf. On the tooth stick, a high-frequency tremor was triggered, rushing to Che Chen's arms and covering his whole body fiercely.

As if struck by lightning, Chechen groaned and knelt down, his knees slamming on the stone slab!The tungsten gold stick continued unabated, pressing down on the mace and hitting Chechen's shoulder.Although the strength of the tungsten gold club was somewhat eased by the counterattack and resistance of the mace, the sharp thrust of the mace still penetrated deeply into his flesh.

"Damn it!!" There was a burst of exclamation all around, and the sound of inhaling.

With a thunderous attack and avalanche-like power, this bombardment seemed to hit their hearts, and the blood in their whole body shrank violently, and their faces were full of shock and horror!

Yang Jing is completely controlling the situation independently.

The two confrontations between calcium carbide sparks, a dramatic change, but a shocking ending, is this a foil to Yang Jing's strength, or a mockery of Che Chen's defeat?

The gap...is so huge!

Yang Jing pressed the tungsten gold stick firmly, and firmly fixed Chechen on the ground: "Repeat what you said just now, your success or failure is related to the survival of the whole cavalry clan, and the life and death of the five hundred soldiers around you. Use all your strength, Don't lie down so quickly."

Che Chen struggled to resist, the muscles all over his body were tense and swelled, the veins in his arms, throat, and face were bulging, and his eyes turned blood red because of the crazy counterattack.At this moment, he gritted his teeth and responded in dry Chinese: "No need...you come...a lesson..."

"Just a reminder. Success, you are a hero of iron cavalry. Defeat, you are a sinner of the whole clan of iron cavalry, a sinner through the ages!" Yang Jing's tungsten gold stick was like a mountain, suppressing Che Chen's body, and the words he spoke were more like mountains. on his mind.

Sinner! !Chechen's heart was touched, and his strength weakened slightly. The mace suppressed by the tungsten gold stick fell again, and the spikes that had been inserted into the muscles touched the bones, and the cold and tingling pain could be clearly felt.

Wow! !Chechen was like an enraged beast, roaring in his chest, throat, and tip of his tongue, his whole body surged with strength again, and his stretched veins seemed to burst.

but……

Yang Jing's expression was serious, he stared at Che Chen's eyes firmly, focused all his strength on the tungsten gold stick, and still firmly suppressed the mace! !

Everyone around the battlefield held their breath and focused on the 'power struggle' in the field, as if they stopped breathing.

The current confrontation seems to be more exciting and tense than the fierce battle just now.

The captured cavalry warriors also began to struggle and roar, cheering for their "grassland hero", hoping to bring him strength and break free from the "cage".

"Repeat again, stand up!! Your success or failure is related to the life and death of the cavalry, and your success or failure determines the lives of thousands of people."

"Could it be that the eagles in the grassland are all kneeling?? Give me...stand up!!"

"I'd rather die, I'd rather lose, I'd rather die standing up, and lose standing up, this is the quasi-emperor of the black list. What are you? If it were me, I would rather commit suicide at this moment to thank the world."

"Should I repeat it again?"

Yang Jing spoke again, thick and deep, like a silver needle stimulating Chechen's reason and heart.

"Shut up!!" Chechen was completely mad, and a roar exploded on the tip of his tongue. Under the double stimulation of humiliation and anger, the cells in his body seemed to be revived and burned, and an unimaginable force was like a volcanic eruption. Move, and finally... Gather your waist, shoulders, and arms!

At the moment of roaring and exploding, Che Chen abruptly stood up with the tungsten gold stick on his back, and suddenly exerted force again, shaking Yang Jing away.

Like catharsis, like madness, Chechen raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, strode and ran wildly, the mace flipped and bombed, like an out-of-control hurricane rushing towards Yang Jing, sweeping and killing Yang Jing.

The mace waved a dazzling and intensive attack, and there was a sign of suppressing Yang Jing for a while, which brought a lot of shock to the Tianmen people around.

After more than ten consecutive berserk attacks, Chechen raged again, as if he wanted to redeem his honor, as if he wanted to prove himself. This attack with all his strength was completely modeled on the mid-air smash just now.

The mace hit Yang Jing! !

But... Chechen's sudden outburst was completely stimulated by physical overdraft, a flash in the pan, and his scarred body couldn't be owned and persisted for a long time.

Yang Jing saw through the reality at a glance, and suddenly turned his body to attack, stepped forward and smashed, the tungsten gold stick blatantly attacked, and the critical strike skills were perfectly displayed: "You... defeated..."