However, these two old gods of war in the Sang Kingdom, the tenacity of their hearts, and their hearts to kill the enemy are not comparable to ordinary people, although they are not defeated by Wang Xiaoshi, they do not have the slightest fear of fear.

The two of them were neither crazy and desperate, nor frustrated and afraid, stabbing one after another, as calm as a surgeon doing surgery, and the attack was extremely precise and extremely sharp.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, even Li Mingjun Dao Ling'er is a genius that cannot be compared with these old gods of war, after all, after the baptism of war and the killing of thousands of tempers, the heart of these old gods of war has been refined into steel.

Although Wang Xiaoshi hated these Sang warriors for slaughtering their fellow Chinese martial arts, and was ruthless, he couldn't help but admire the tenacity of these old guys, who were tempered into steel.

Such a martial arts master can be destroyed, but he will definitely not be defeated.

The Sang Kingdom rose as a small country, and the war swept most of the world, even the huge Huaxia Kingdom was almost swallowed up, and it was this martial arts spirit that supported the warriors of the Sang Kingdom to invade and fight.

Such a nation is like a hungry wolf among the jungle animals, as long as their martial arts beliefs do not collapse, after many years, they are afraid that they will rise again.

When the time comes, can the warriors of China be like the predecessors of the last century, throw their heads, spill their blood, continue to fight for the nation and the country, and die without regrets?

Wang Xiaoshi didn't know.

He lives in the present, and what he has to do is to kill the last martial arts vitality of the Sang Kingdom with the power of dominating the world, and if possible, defeat the martial arts beliefs of the Sang people, so that their martial arts vitality will not be restored for at least the next hundred years.

These truths, Wang Xiaoshi understands, how can these old gods of war of the Sang Kingdom not understand, the hundred years of martial arts in China, gathered in Wang Xiaoshi's body, if he kills this young man, he will cut off the vitality of the Chinese martial arts alive, and in the next hundred years, the Sang Kingdom will at least not be crushed too much.

The knife posture of the three people is like a thunder and lightning strike, like a white rainbow through the sun, the light and shadow are heavy, the sound of breaking the sky is extremely fierce, and the two warring sides are carrying the martial arts of their respective countries and the faith of the nation, fighting for the country.

In an instant, Wang Xiaoshi's knife saw blood, and there were several more blood marks on the body of the Zhenyang brothers, but after the Zhenyang brothers died together, regardless of the fighting style, Wang Xiaoshi was anxious, and it was also a little difficult to kill the two old war gods.

However, the Zhenyang brothers met Wang Xiaoshi, and the gap between the realm and the sword intent was too far, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

At this moment, the twilight is deep, and the lights of the city from the flat horizon have been lit up, bright as a dream, and who can know that in this remote place, three peerless masters are forgetting their lives and fighting for their lives?

It was a light rain, and the raindrops were fluttering and sprinkling, tight and slow for a while, but at this moment it suddenly fell heavily, and in the rain, any raindrops were stirred up by the knife wind of the three people and flew out, forming an arc-shaped circle, becoming a rain-free space.

The battle has been more than two minutes, which is rare in the competition of the top masters, Wang Xiaoshi has always had the upper hand, the knife momentum is sometimes slow, sometimes fast as lightning, and there are countless blood marks on the body of the Zhenyang brothers.

The Mao brothers have given up defense, and every time they go out, they are all the same momentum, partial and calm, between the knife momentum, there is no obvious empty door.

Even if he was desperate, he was extremely calm and rational, if it weren't for the fact that there was too much difference in the realm, Wang Xiaoshi didn't know if he could really defeat these two old monsters?

Nader swirled between the two old gods of war from a distance, his sword intent fluttering, but his expression was extremely solemn, so he quietly touched it and lurked among the reeds on the shore.

Nader's wolf tooth thorn was distorted and deformed by Wang Xiaoshi's blow, and he could no longer use it, so he took out a military dagger and prepared it like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows.

Nader has participated in countless God Butcher plans, and this time, it is the most likely to succeed, after all, the old God of War of Sang Country has made an extraordinary move, and Nader has to fight, even if he loses his life for it.

"Go!"

Wang Xiaoshi suddenly let out a long roar, his body staggered, revealing the long knife in the hand of Mao Shiro, which was flawed, and Wang Xiaoshi's long knife collided together, choking, and the huge and incomparably powerful knocked Mao Shiro's long knife out, and even the tiger's mouth with Mao Yang Shiro was shattered, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Mao Shiro did not hesitate, rolled on the ground, hugged Wang Xiaoshi's waist, and at the same time took out a dagger in his hand and stabbed him fiercely into the waist, and almost at the same time, Shingon Jiro, who had broken an arm, held a knife in his right hand, the blade forward, the human knife was one, and rushed towards Wang Xiaoshi's heart, regardless of a qiē.

Roar!

Wang Xiaoshi only felt that there was a huge and incomparably dark energy in his waist behind him, like a violent storm, penetrating from Mao Shiro's chest into his body, extremely fierce, and in front of him, there was a bloody blade of Shingon Jiro, and he couldn't help but roar wildly.

At the same time, the true martial energy in Wang Xiaoshi's body came out of his body, and Mao Shiro only felt that a raging force erupted from Wang Xiaoshi's body.

In an instant, the bones in his chest were impacted by the real martial energy, turning into powder, and his five internal organs were shattered into minced meat, but the dagger in his hand still fell fiercely towards Wang Xiaoshi's waist.

However, his flesh and blood were destroyed by the true martial energy, and he had no strength, even if he exhausted his mental strength, it would only leave a scar on Wang Xiaoshi's waist.

Mao Shiro's flesh and blood meridians were all wasted, his internal organs turned into mud, there was a darkness in front of him, and he no longer had any strength in his hands, but he still held the knife, knife after knife, stabbing at Wang Xiaoshi weakly and scatteredly, but even Wang Xiaoshi's skin was difficult to cut.

Slowly, Mao Shiro's eyes closed, life was too generous for him, this life of many evils, this life full of blood, can finally end.

Wang Xiaoshi ignored Mao Shiro, in fact, when the real martial arts were launched, Mao Shiro was destined to be a dead man.

At this moment, he clasped his hands together, and just caught the blade that Mao Jiro stabbed over, and the real martial energy was suddenly launched, and Mao Jiro's family heirloom knife was choked, and in Wang Xiaoshi's hand, it shattered into pieces.

Mao Jiro howled, and with his only right hand, he pulled out the short knife at his waist and stabbed Wang Xiaoshi in the chest and abdomen.

Wang Xiaoshi's tiger claws wrapped around his arm, turning around, only to hear a sound from Grader, Mao Jiro's only arm was crushed by Wang Xiaoshi's anger, Wang Xiaoshi snatched his dagger with his backhand, and with a bang, blood splashed in Mao Jiro's throat.

His eyes widened, his throat rattled, his knees weakened, and he slowly knelt in front of Wang Xiaoshi, his head lowered to the side, and the blood in his throat splashed out like a waterfall.

In the reeds, Nader's terrifying scene, the clenched thorn, involuntarily relaxed, leaning down and gathering all his breath.

Sometimes, he even wondered if his plan to slaughter the gods with his own hands was possible?

Was it doomed from the beginning that it was an unrealizable project, like some scientific madman who studied the inference of whether God existed?

Nader's whole body trembled, and he lowered his head deeply, as a master of Dan Jin, at this moment, he realized that in front of GOD, the so-called gods were actually no different from ordinary people.

Because he is the real God!

The world is underground, a unique shrine!

"Jiro Shiro ......"

The hero of Jingquan was covered in blood, got up from the turbid lake water, took three steps and two steps, and rushed to the reeds, just Yang Shiro fell softly behind Wang Xiaoshi, and Mao Yang Jiro spurted blood in his throat and fell in front of Wang Xiaoshi, and couldn't help screaming.

Wang Xiaoshi defeated Jingquan Hero and Nader, hunted twenty-four Navy SEALs in the reeds, and then sniped five God of War Ancestors in a row, these are long to say, but it is only four or five minutes, or in the face of the desperate fighting style of the Mao Yang brothers, it took a little two minutes.

Therefore, when the hero of Jingquan arrived, there was a scene of corpses all over the field, five brothers in life and death, all killed in battle, Navy SEALs, and the corpses were on the spot, but Nader didn't know where to flee.

At this moment, Jingquan Hero felt as if he was the only one left in the whole world, extremely bleak and lonely.

He was stunned, and his eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness: "You killed them...... You killed them? ”

Wang Xiaoshi faintly said that he was a hero, and did not speak, the long knife in his hand was shining with cold light in the night, and the blood stains in the blood trough were still unwilling.

The hero of Jingquan said, his eyes gradually became clear, he sighed, and said lightly: "The warriors of the empire, it is their glory to die for the empire, but GOD, are you really immortal?" ”

Wang Xiaoshi's eyes contracted, and he didn't know why, the centenarian with injuries and an incomparably calm face in front of him gave him an incomparably dangerous feeling, like a fierce beast, in his thin and withered body, gradually recovering, and letting out a dull roar.

Something is wrong!

Just when Wang Xiaoshi realized that something was wrong, Jingquan Hero's left hand had quietly lost half of the syringe, and there were still a few drops of milky white reagent in the syringe.

H213 reagent!

This reagent was originally developed for him at the request of Gen Benhong, the first person in the martial arts of the Sang Kingdom, from the highest technology room of the Lost Sect, and for this reason, the Sang ** Department even had to agree to an excessively small condition to its ally Lost Country.

Genmoto Hiroshi vowed to fight and kill GOD, and in order to achieve his goal, he even prepared this H213 reagent in advance.

This reagent can burst out all the potential and essence qi of a martial arts master in five minutes, and the strength of the whole person can be tripled to more than five times.

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