In front of the villa of the horse god servant, the battle of the five gods came and went, and it did not stop for a moment.

After Xuan Ling returned to the ground, Blacksmith and Ding Qing changed from passive defense to attacking.

Battles between gods are like this, and in most cases, unless the abilities are similar or complementary, it is easy to become one-sided due to some unexpected turning point in the course of the battle.

The blacksmith has two ways of attacking, he can concentrate, and with his extremely strong concentration and manipulation, he can use a sharp weapon to snipe a target with precision. However, this method is only suitable for sudden attacks in the shadows, and in a real battlefield, the situation changes too quickly to give the blacksmith enough time and opportunity to focus on controlling his power.

The most important thing is that the blacksmith who has fought with Xuan Ling many times knows that Xuan Ling's skin is attached to a layer of Xuan Ice that will never melt, and it is this thin layer of ice armor that allows Xuan Ling to resist almost any form of external damage.

Xuan Ling may not have the sharpest attack, and he is far from being the most difficult of the gods, but it is difficult to actually kill him in a battle.

The struggle between the Wanderers and the Near-Divine Army lasted for twenty years, and only a handful of the Wanderers on both sides survived for more than a decade. Especially in recent years, the conflicts between the two sides have become more and more frequent and intense, and no one in the Jinshen Army has Ding Qing's super healing ability, and the casualties are often more serious.

Even in this case, Xuan Ling, who has joined the Nearly God Army for sixteen years, is still active on the battlefield, which shows this person's strong survivability.

Therefore, the blacksmith chooses the most direct way of fighting, without any skill, but full of rough and primitive beauty, and suppresses the opponent purely by brute force.

The power of the blacksmith reached out like a ripple, and he was aware of the cars on the side of the road, manhole covers, metal garbage cans, railings, street lamp posts, iron doors, knives and pots in the Ma-Singapore kitchen that had been buried in large blocks of cement masonry, and even the steel beams and steel bars that framed the house in the concrete blocks.

Pulled by the blacksmith's power, these golden and iron tools shook violently and emitted a long, high-pitched sound. They follow the blacksmith's will, break free from the shackles on their bodies, and converge and hover in mid-air with an indomitable momentum, forming a majestic metal vortex.

The blacksmith raised his finger to the sky, and the metal vortex in mid-air writhed and reshaped, finally turning into an evil dragon, the colorful and strange shape of the metal that formed the dragon's body.

The blacksmith's hands were undulating, and the dragon circled above him, letting out a silent roar.

The blacksmith's hand fell, and he rushed out towards Xuan Ling, and the metal dragon obeyed his master's order, and his body drew a huge arch in mid-air, roaring towards Xuan Ling.

At this time, Xuan Ling had just landed, and when he saw the steel in the sky rushing towards him like a long river, his first reaction was to temporarily avoid the edge.

The white light flashed in front of Xuan Ling's eyes, and the power surged, and the cold air under his feet rushed in all directions, and a thick layer of hoarfrost immediately appeared on the ground in summer.

Xuan Ling raised his right foot and stepped on it in the air, and the white frost on the soles of his feet reappeared, like a huge jade disk floating out of thin air, holding him steadily.

He raised his left foot, and a second suspended ice layer appeared under his other foot, and Xuan Ling relied on his control of the ice to make the ice condensed out of thin air his own ladder in the air.

But before Xuan Ling could take another step, Ding Qing dragged him back to the earth from mid-air.

In a one-on-one situation, neither the blacksmith nor Xuan Ling could help anyone, but with Ding Qing joining, the situation was very different.

At the moment when Xuan Ling stood out of thin air, Ding Qing's power had already given birth to several black vines the thickness of his fingers, and the vines burrowed out of the earth and grew with the wind, like poisonous snakes, accurately entangled Xuan Ling under the control of his master.

Before Xuan Ling could dodge too far, he only felt his legs tighten, and he only cared about looking down and glancing, and he felt a tremendous force coming from his legs, and he couldn't resist and slammed him to the ground.

With the protection of the Xuan Ice armor on his body, this blow did not hurt Xuan Ling, but it was enough to make him dizzy for a while.

At this time, Xuan Ling no longer cared about looking for Ding Qing who attacked him, and his first reaction was to break free from the shackles on his body.

Xuan Ling bowed down, and countless ice picks poked out from his whole body like a hedgehog, and the sharp ice picks cut off the roots of the black vines that were trying to continue to bind him.

The second wave of attacks from the ground had not yet arrived, but there was not much time left for Xuan Ling to defend. He looked up, and the metal dragon bent in the air, soaring into the sky, and then falling from the sky, smashing into the target on the ground.

Xuan Ling only had time to block it with his arms before the steel smashed into his body like a torrential hailstorm, cutting through his clothes and hitting his protective Xuan Ice, making a series of clanging sounds.

All kinds of strangely shaped metals slashed through Xuan Ling's ice armor, and each impact made Xuan Bing glow with seven colors, occasionally leaving white marks. The white marks are fleeting, but the brilliance lingers for a long time.

More vines also rose from the ground at this time, wrapping around Xuanling layer after layer.

These vines are the bravest soldiers, they don't care about the rain of iron falling from the sky, they don't care about the ice picks that pierce again and again, they just want to crush the enemy.

The blacksmith knew that it would be difficult for him to break through Xuan Ling's defenses and kill his opponent, so he only wanted to suppress him now, control him, and make it impossible for him to hinder the wanderers' movements.

"Blacksmith!" he shouted back, his fingers flexed and stretched, his strength ready to interrupt the blacksmith's stormy attack on Xuan Ling.

Left and right didn't give him this chance.

The smashed walls and houses of Malaysia and Singapore have become the best ammunition depots on the left and right, and under the control of the left and right, countless rubble has become his bullets, and he is like an enthusiastic conductor, skillfully conducting a symphony of concrete and stone.

Unlike the rhythmic battles on the ground, which have a back-and-forth rhythm, the high-speed battles of left and right and moving back are dazzling. The two of them moved quickly through the air with their abilities, and it seemed as if the entire sky had become their battlefield.

Anything you throw at will be fatal, and the stones will burst into flames, and the cement will explode into a cloud of ash.

"Fight me, you still dare to look around!" laughed loudly left and right, and sped through the air like lightning.

The wind from above blew across his left and right faces, making a sharp whistling in his ears, and if it weren't for the gravitational pull that enveloped his whole body, the wind alone would have been enough to keep his eyes open and his breath.

The power of the left and right stretched out like an octopus with countless tentacles, pulling countless objects in front of him, and then letting him launch them with a gravitational bow, turning into deadly arrows.

"Toad yawns, blows!" Moving back to the cold back, he twisted the space around him, tossing and turning, or dodging attacks from the left and right, or returning them. Even if it's just in a limited space, there are countless ways to make it futile and frustrated.

The two of them would taunt each other at the very beginning of the fight. But as the battle deepened, neither the left nor the right nor the moving back had the energy to say more to each other, their spirits were highly concentrated, their abilities were improved to the extreme, and only their opponents were left in their eyes.

It's a contest of speed and reflexes, and in the course of this high-speed combat, every attack is enough to inflict a devastating effect, and any brief distraction can have fatal consequences.

This intense urge of power is a huge drain for both of them.

At this moment, they have turned into two sprinters, and the sound of the gun makes their blood boil, and their bodies are extremely fast, but no one can maintain this state for long.

But there is no way for the two of them to stop, they seem to be caught in a huge whirlpool, if they don't continue to swim, they will be sucked into the bottom of the whirlpool, but if they continue like this, they will be exhausted to death.

In another battlefield, when the store manager kills the third person, his whereabouts are finally revealed.

One of the warriors of the Near-God Army noticed the sound of his comrade falling to the ground behind him, and he turned around to see a spike retreating in the air.

"The Invisible!!!" he yelled, alerting the rest of the group, and almost at the same time as he screamed, he stabbed the baton into the spot where the spike had disappeared.

The blue arc crackled, but nothing hit.

The Sniper and the Rest of Life hear the voice on the intercom on the Sniper's chest at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other, and their hearts moved.

At the moment when the sniper pulled out the pistol at his waist, Yu Sheng turned around and hid behind the entrance wall of the rooftop.

Before Yu Sheng could catch his breath, outside the entrance, with the dense gunfire, the pistol bullets hit the iron door on the wall, making a series of sounds of different heights, and the rubble collapsed in chaos, rubbing the mask of Yu Sheng and bouncing off.

The pistol's magazine capacity was limited, and the bullets inside ran out in the blink of an eye, and the sniper only discovered the problem after a few empty triggers, but the other party's reaction was enough to surprise him: this person was actually afraid of bullets!

As far as he knew, none of the active wanderers except the stealthy would be afraid of an ordinary pistol when they were prepared for the face. And he listened to the information on the walkie-talkie just now, and the invisible man called "store manager" by the wanderers was obviously below, which showed that the other party was either a new loiter, or the identity of the loiter was simply fake.

In either case, it excites the young sniper. In peacetime battles, the reason why ordinary near-god armies are defeated by wanderers is because if there are not enough conventional weapons, they can hardly deal effective damage to wanderers with strong abilities and combat experience.

But now it seems that although he doesn't know what the opponent's ability is, since the opponent is afraid of guns, he has a chance to defeat the opponent.

Yu Sheng noticed that the gunfire stopped, and he rushed out without thinking.

He was lucky, and the sniper on the opposite side subconsciously fired the whole shuttle of bullets out of nervousness and fear of the stereotype of wanderers. If he had known the rest of his life, he would have left a few bullets to lure out his opponent, and the rest of his life would have been dead by now.

But at this time, the sniper's bullets ran out, and before he could change the magazine, his whole body was picked up by the rest of his life who rushed wildly, and he slammed into the side of the rooftop.

The sniper's hand slammed into the railing, and the pistol rolled over and fell downstairs, but the army's training allowed him to react to the attack immediately, and he almost subconsciously slammed his elbow on the back of the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng let out a muffled snort, almost being hit by this blow and suffering internal injuries. He let out a sigh of relief, and was thrown out by the sniper.

Both men were injured in the back, and they separated again, but they were still staring at each other.

At this time, the sniper already has his own judgment about the enemy.

"Are you really a loiter?" the sniper sneered.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, secretly wondering if the other party didn't know his mask, but the sniper quickly explained the reason why he doubted Yu Sheng's identity.

"It's the first time I've known that there is such a weak god as you. The sniper pulled a military dagger from his leg and took a stance.

"......" Yu Sheng stood up silently holding on to the railing, and after a while he said sullenly, "Actually, I am an intern." ”