About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

Magina's voice rang in everyone's ears again.

Affirmative responses sounded one after another. As the last person responded, Magina's voice continued: "Okay, I will know the flow of time. Of course, you won't feel anything, but because the time difference is reversed, , the tyrant's troops should appear immediately, be ready, three, two, one..."

The countdown ended, and everyone stared nervously at the empty scenery in front of them, waiting quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The speed of the mutation was not as fast as expected, but it was not too slow either.

Just 2 minutes later, a dark crack was torn open slightly far away.

Then, the crack expanded instantly, stretching hundreds of meters wide. Then, countless soldiers, pterosaurs, and war weapons poured out from the crack like a tide. They roared and charged almost without stopping. He came towards the crowd and killed him.

Faced with such a scene, the brave men seemed to have expected it. For a moment, they looked at the devastating arcana falling from the sky. The dozens of brave men rushed forward in an instant, relying on the four-pointed star to communicate with each other, and instantly completed the battlefield response distribution. , Those who are good at single-click destruction directly attack local magical weapons, and those who are good at cluster bombing will divide the opponent's soldiers into areas to sweep them.

There is no doubt about the destructive power of the braves. Dozens of them fought against the surging army, and the effect was devastating.

But this is only temporary.

Among these armies, there were also dozens of front riders of different strengths. After suffering losses in the first confrontation, they immediately joined the battlefield. This group of warriors were not afraid of death and each had their own unique skills. Guys, the situation on the battlefield suddenly became chaotic. Generally speaking, the two sides were barely evenly matched, but every moment of the battle was thrilling.

Fortunately, the brave men will not die.

Even if they are engaged in a wheel battle by this nearly endless army, they will not be brought down.

But it's just that it won't be dragged down.

As for the others, they had no intention of helping.

It's not that they don't want to go, it's because they can't go.

In the strategic planning, each of them has been assigned to their own opponents and reserved arrangements. They only have the spare power to win over the brave men when they cannot defeat them, and there is no spare power for them to help the brave men. .

But judging from the current situation, the brave men may not be able to spare their hands to help.

Therefore, it is best for them to rely on themselves to deal with the opponents assigned to them.

Even if his opponent is too strong and unreasonable...

In the pitch-black realm, several figures crossed the chaotic battlefield and floated in mid-air.

The tyrant, who was covered in dark gold armor, lowered his head and looked down at Anwada who was standing below. His eyes swept over the people behind him, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"What a weak lineup," he said softly, "Only you guys, why are you struggling so pointlessly?"

Everyone stared at the tyrant without replying, but silently picked up their weapons.

The tyrant looked at their actions and sneered, as if he was looking at a group of idiots using their arms as a cart.

He gently raised the sword, his movements leisurely, as if all he wanted to do was gently stroke away a layer of dust.

However, in the next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, turned around, and blocked his back with a backhand sword.

There was a clanging sound, and the snow-white long sword opened the heavy heavy sword. Then, the sword light bloomed like a snow lotus, and in an instant, it struck the tyrant with countless slashes.

Faced with this sudden attack, the tyrant did not panic at all. He opened and closed his long sword and waved the bursting golden flames, forcibly dispersing the dazzling sword moves.

After the golden flames dissipated, the tyrant frowned as he looked at the figure standing on the other side out of thin air, posing in an elegant sword pose.

"I should have thought that there was something wrong with you," he said solemnly.

"No, you shouldn't think about it," Mass, or Qirisa said with a smile, "At least at that time, I didn't have any problems."

"Haha, I have to admit that you are the biggest trouble I have encountered in this world, whether it is your desert or your moon," the tyrant said, gently raising the sword in his hand.

"Ah, how should I answer? Not very honored?" Mass asked with a smile.

"No, you should regret that you stood in the wrong direction, otherwise, you can still live your stable life..." the tyrant said softly.

"Understand, it was not a stable life, it was just forced sadness," Mass also raised his sword.

"Well, then, your sorrow should have come to an end..." The tyrant said, and in an instant, he had moved behind Mass and finished swinging his sword.

However, what he struck was just an afterimage left by a burst of sand that had long since dissipated.

The sword intention bloomed like a bursting glacier, and the pale realm spread out in front of the tyrant's eyes. The sharp sword intention seemed to flow along the air to the tyrant's internal organs.

"Oh, this is really surprising." The tyrant looked at the scene in front of him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "I never thought that there is someone in this world who can play with me, and I didn't find it before. That's really... Ha ha……"

As he spoke, he rotated his long sword, and golden flames exploded into the sky, instantly scattering the pale sword intent and shaking the whole world into a trance.

The next moment, from that trance, the pale sword stabbed out from the blind corner again, but the tyrant turned around and slashed with the sword. With a clang, he forcefully deflected the attack of the mass, and used his backhand to strike with a sword. The blade slashed across his head and face.

Then the latter did not panic at all, the surrounding space was instantly distorted, and the whole person avoided the terrifying slash with a range of several meters wide with an extremely strange skill. He turned around and attacked the tyrant with several swords from all directions. .

I saw golden flames and silver lights dancing among the swords and sword shadows. The two stood together, and for a moment they were inseparable.

296. Give one away first, it’s not a big problem

All eyes were focused on the battle between Mass and Tyrant.

To be honest, even though the strength of Mass is high enough to be admired by everyone present, the gap in combat strength between him and the tyrant is still visible to the naked eye. Although he seems to be constantly attacking, anyone with a discerning eye can see that these attacks are simply difficult to Inflicting any substantial damage to the tyrant is more like using an offensive method to interrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm to delay time.

Yes, stall for time.

The strategy was extremely clear from the beginning. Even the strongest among them never thought about the possibility of winning from the beginning.

Even the possibility of delay is based on the fact that the other party does not know their intentions and only assumes that they are stubbornly resisting.

If the opponent realizes that their goal is to delay and wants to end the fight, they may not be able to block the opponent at all.

The tyrant was fighting, while the Wang Qi and Wang General behind him turned their attention to the others.

They will not interfere in the king's battle. It is purely unnecessary. No one understands better than them how powerful their king is. Even if there is a trace of worry in their hearts, it is disrespectful to the king.

As for the following group of people...

"Who is going?" The second king general, wearing pure black scales and two black and blue cloaks flying behind his back, asked softly.

Everyone looked at each other and were hesitating when No. 11 Wang Qi suddenly said: "I'll go..."

Everyone's eyes turned to the young man who had just taken over, and they looked at each other with obviously subtle expressions.

"Boy, I know you are eager to prove yourself..." the fifth king said, but before he finished speaking, he saw the second king gently raised his hand, curled his lips, and stopped talking.

"It doesn't matter," said the second general, "you can take the lead. Besides, we don't know how many people the other side will send to challenge us."

"Thank you, sir," No. 11 Wang Qi responded, then turned around and looked at the people below.

He glanced at everyone present, and finally met Mowente's gaze.

Then, he gently touched the sword body with his left hand and lowered it downwards.

As his height gradually dropped, the dark wings spread out from behind Mowente. The wings fluttered and supported him towards the opponent.

"Only one person came out?" The fifth king Qiyi raised his eyebrows, "We are really looked down upon by others..."

However, the other Wangqiwang generals didn't say much, they just watched quietly.

As for the reason...

Obviously, it was because of the pair of wings that stretched out from the back of No. 11 Wang Qi, which were very similar to Mowente.

Ten meters apart, the two stood opposite each other in the air.

"Sure enough, it's you..." Mo Wente stared closely at the eyes of the Eleventh King Qi hidden in the shadow of his hood, his face as dark as water.

"You have changed a lot," No. 11 Wang Qi said in a deep voice, "It's time to change speed, ha, I almost don't recognize you..."

"Compared to me, you are the one who has changed more," Mowente smiled, "Now that things have happened, you can tell me why, Sejis..."

"Don't call that name, it has nothing to do with me anymore," No. 11 Wang Qi said, looking at the battlefield where golden flames and silver light intertwined in the sky, "Look there, do you see it? The sun is there There……"

"You call the tyrant who destroyed everything the sun?" Mowente frowned.

"Ha, sure enough, you still don't understand," No. 11 Wang Qi smiled and shook his head, "Wente, you are still as indecisive as before, and so is your sword..."

"A coward and traitor dares to speak of a sword?" Mowente said coldly, putting his right hand on the hilt of the blazing mastiff.

No.11 Wang Qi glanced at the saber on Mowente's waist and laughed: "It seems that the secret editor has not approved of you until now..."

"Shut up, you have no right to mention its name," Mowente said. The blazing mastiff was unsheathed, and he stepped forward like a black shadow. He slashed out with several knives, and actually beheaded No. 11 King Cavalry directly. into pieces.

However, the other party looked at him with a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at his unnecessary actions.

Everything is exactly as Lim predicted...

No.11 Wang Qi died.

Dead for now.

In order to show the power of the tyrant to Mowente and his amazing immortality, he made Mowente desperate and deliberately died under Mowente's knife.

At the same time, the power of the seal that came through the power of the world fell, locking his body tightly and inhibiting his rebirth.

At this moment, Mowente drew out his long knife and slashed at him continuously, further tearing his body into pieces, seemingly hoping to further delay his rebirth in this way.

Seeing this scene, all the kings, generals and qi all showed slightly surprised expressions.

It's not that they think there's anything wrong with No. 11 Wang Qi's approach. After all, maybe every one of them has the habit of using the immortal body in this way.

What surprised them was that the other party actually seemed to have prepared a plan against them, which seemed to be able to inhibit their regeneration.

"It seems that you can't die casually..." the fifth Wang Qi muttered.

"Well, indeed, it feels very dangerous. If Wang doesn't have the bottom line, he might be blocked for a long time if he gets hit by this trick," Tulin said.

Everyone looked at him with increasingly surprised expressions.

They originally thought that this thing could only delay their regeneration for a period of time, but from what Tulin meant, it seemed to be more than that.

For this mysterious king who was the oldest but closest to the tyrant, even the king would often listen to his orders on weekdays. When Tulin spoke, they almost subconsciously chose to believe it.

Tulin, who was smiling secretly in his heart, still maintained his solemn expression, but at this moment, he already had the answer in his heart.

There is no doubt that all these preparations are just stalling for time.

As for the reason for the delay...

Oh, he couldn't understand it better.

After all, a certain man with eye-catching green hair was not present at the moment.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Well, since Xiao Eleven helped us find the way, I will help him deal with the opponents he left behind. For the others, you can do whatever you want..."

After saying that, Tulin's speed suddenly increased and he rushed towards Movent in an instant.

The latter immediately drew his sword to fight back, but was still blown away thousands of meters by the invisible impact that exploded from the square crystal.

When Tulin saw this, he didn't pause at all. He turned in the air and chased after Mowente. Holding a square crystal, he actually fought with Mowente with punches and kicks.

The kings and knights looked at each other. Although they wondered why Tulin, who usually always stayed in the background, was so active today, they didn't say much.

After all, they are not in the habit of dictating the actions of their colleagues.

"Who's going next?" the second king general asked.

"I'll go," the Fifth King Qi said eagerly, as if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

"Well, then you go ahead," the second king general nodded.

The latter didn't say much. He just turned his head and glanced at the crowd below, smiled slightly, then turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the crowd.

But at the same moment, a figure jumped out from the crowd and faced him directly.

At that moment, tiger eyes and snake eyes intertwined in the air, and there was a clash of sharp claws and fangs.

297. Do you understand the value of a critic’s words from the mole?

The fifth king rides.

A notorious knight.

Except for the special cases of the third king cavalry and Turin, who have very little outside information, he may be the one with the most outstanding record among the remaining king cavalry groups.

As for the reason...

What he is good at is poison.

Under the gauze cloak, skin covered with fine scales is looming, and long dark purple claws extend from the fingertips of the hands stretched out from the cuffs. Countless long strips hang down from the top of the hood, revealing snake eyes and fangs that flicker in the shadows. .

Obviously, he is not a member of a common race, and there are even no humans with such racial characteristics in the entire world.

Of course, it is not surprising that such a person appears among the king's cavalry. After all, they are an army from another world. It would be unreasonable not to have such strange things.