Inside the base, the central training ground.

In the past, this place was full of sweaty fitness shadows, and it was a venue for the brothers of various departments to hone their skills, but now it is ...... Shouting to kill the sky, blood rain falling, crowds, and it has become a hellish battlefield.

The yellow earth was still blood-red, and the air was full of blood, wails and groans, 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 the iron cavalry, the battlefield around the base has come to an end, and the internal blood struggle has also entered the final chapter, and the siege here has also come to an end.

Only two arrogant figures remained on the central training ground.

Yang Jing vs Chechen!!

The training ground was full of people, including the generals of the various divisions of Tianmen, the surviving brothers of the various departments, and the Mongolian strong men who were captured and tied up by the iron law, all of whom were watching the battlefield and watching the final showdown before the two quasi-emperors.

"If I win and spare the five hundred warriors of my clan, you can talk the talk!" Chechen roared and strode wildly, his body was like a fierce tiger churning, and the steel mace was smashed, like an out-of-control torrent, rushing towards Yang Jing as if he was crazy.

The heart of the person is not old, the body is not reduced, the blood of the body at the moment adds wild deterrence, and the violent bombardment at the moment drives the blood surge.

Chechen's offensive methods are all wild ways practiced in the grassland fighting, the moves are born from the heart, the movement is led by the heart, there are no subtle moves, there is no incredible sharpness, but as a quasi-level emperor, a line of movement, a leap is extremely fierce, in the eyes of the surrounding 'audience', it is completely a visual 'metal storm'!

The power and terrifyingness of the quasi-emperor level were deeply engraved in the minds of all those who watched the battle. Everybody stopped, everybody lost their minds, everybody ...... Be amazed......

"If you win, I'll let you go!" If you are defeated, kneel and surrender! "Yang Jing sometimes retreats and advances, dodges and avoids, and sometimes has a series of bombardments. Its ease and strong counterattack caused the surrounding black forces to cheer the sky.

Needless to say about the wonderful performance between the two of them, just the sonorous duel between the tungsten gold stick and the stainless steel mace, the dense roar of almost the whole piece, and the spark splashing like a machine cutting, made the people watching the battle around their blood boil and feel their hearts twitch.

Quasi-Emperor Showdown?!! is still two fierce men-level quasi-emperors, this kind of duel is the most visual enjoyment, not to mention the flutter of the heart.

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

"Words count!!" Chechen roared again, and at the moment when Yang Jing was repulsed, the figure of the galloping body suddenly burst out, and the bloody hands clutched the steel mace desperately, and slammed into Yang Jing with the momentum of a landslide.

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

The bound Iron Rider roared even louder: "Good!! ”

Yang Jing's retreating footsteps immediately stopped, and in an instant, his body turned around, his feet were like old roots on the ground, his movements were flexible, light, and calm, but the next second...... A roar rolled in his chest, and his momentum changed drastically. The wheeled tungsten gold stick burst into the air, like a sudden huge wave, and bombarded the steel mace.

Qiang!! A roar shook the audience, and the power of the 'critical hit' surged in an instant, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, it directly overturned Chechen.

Chechen volleyed two rounds in the air, slammed to the ground, staggered backwards like losing control, and the ground trembled with a huge stomping sound.

The mace was almost blown away.

"Your success or failure is a matter of the survival of the Iron Riders!" Yang Jing shot quickly, as fast as a falcon, a little less manic just now, but more swift and ruthless. The slight change in momentum, but the sharp change in the offensive, is even more ...... A leap forward in speed.

Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua and the 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, more violent, more intense, more confident, and more control over yourself!!

The members of the black warriors are even more fanatical, clenching their fists - good!! This is their leader, this is the god of war they are proud of!

Yang Jing approached strongly in the blink of an eye, and at the moment when Chechen tried his best to fix his body and roared viciously to turn the mace, he suddenly burst into the air, and the tungsten gold stick drew an afterimage arc in the air, and hit it violently, directly taking Chechen's head.

Character reversal! Alternate locations!

This...... Yang Jing attacked and Chechen intercepted.

Qiang!! The tungsten gold stick and the mace collided in the air, and the critical attack technique was launched at the critical moment, and with all the strength of Yang Jing's body, the tsunami-like terrifying power of the mountain roared and swept along the tungsten gold stick, all of which were applied to the mace, causing a high-frequency tremor, rushing to Chechen's arms and covering his whole body.

As if struck by lightning, Chechen slammed to his knees with a muffled snort, and his knees slammed into the stone slab! The tungsten gold stick was castrated, and the mace was slammed into Chechen's shoulder. Although the strength of the tungsten gold stick was tempered by the mace's counterattack, the mace's sharp spikes were still deep into his flesh.

"I'll drop a day!!" There was a buzz all around, and the sound of inhaling.

The thunderous attack, the power of the landslide, this bombardment seemed to hit their hearts, and the blood in their intuition shrank fiercely, and their faces were full of surprise and horror!

Yang Jing is completely in control of the situation independently.

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

Gap...... It's so big!

Yang Jing pressed the tungsten gold stick and firmly fixed Chechen on the ground: "Repeat what you just said again, your success or failure is related to the survival of the entire Iron Cavalry clan, and the life and death of the five hundred soldiers beside you, use all your strength, don't lie down so quickly." ”

Chechen struggled to resist, the muscles of his whole body tensed and bulged, the green tendons bulged out on his arms, wrists, throat, and face, and his eyes turned blood-red from the crazy counterattack. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and responded in dry Chinese: "No need to ...... You're coming...... Lesson ......"

"Just a reminder. Cheng, you are the Iron Rider Hero. Defeated, you are a sinner of the Iron Horseman, a sinner of the ages! Yang Jing's tungsten gold stick was like a mountain, suppressing Chechen's body, and the words he said were more like mountains, pressing on his heart.

Sinners through the ages!! Che Chen's heart was touched, his strength weakened slightly, and 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 coldness and tingling could be clearly felt.

Wow!! Like an enraged beast, Chechen roared in his chest, in his throat, and on the tip of his tongue, and his strength surged again, and the tendons seemed to be about to burst.

But......

Yang Jing's expression was solemn, staring at Chechen's eyes, and all his strength was focused on the tungsten gold stick, still firmly suppressing the mace!!

Everyone around the battlefield held their breath and stared at the 'power struggle' in the field, and even breathing seemed to stop.

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

The captured Iron Cavalry warriors also began to struggle, began to roar, and began to cheer for their 'steppe heroes', hoping to give him strength to break free from the 'cage'.

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

"Are all the eagles of the steppe kneeling?? Give me...... Stand up!! ”

"I'd rather die, I'd rather lose, but I also want to die and lose while standing, this is the quasi-emperor of the black list. What are you? If it were me, I would rather kill myself right now to thank the world. ”

"Do you need me to repeat it again?"

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

"Shut up!!" Chechen went completely crazy, a roar exploded on the tip of his tongue, and under the double stimulation of humiliation and anger, the cells of his whole body burned like a resurrection, and an unimaginable force was like an eruption of a volcano, surging all over his body on the spot, and finally ...... Gather your waist, shoulders, and arms!

At the moment when the roar exploded, Chechen stood up with a tungsten gold stick, and suddenly exerted force again, shaking Yang Jing away.

Like catharsis, like madness, Chechen looked up to the sky and roared, striding wildly, the mace flipped and bombed, like an out-of-control hurricane rushing towards Yang Jing as if it was crazy.

The mace danced out a dazzling and dense attack, and for a while, there were signs of suppressing Yang Jing, bringing a lot of impact to the surrounding Tianmen people.

After more than ten consecutive attacks, Chechen burst out again, as if he wanted to redeem his honor, as if he wanted to prove himself, and this time the attack of gathering all his strength was completely modeled after the mid-air wheel smash just now.

The mace slammed into Yang Jing!!

But...... The sudden outburst of Chechen was completely overdrawn and short-lived under the stimulation, and the scarred body could not be possessed and persisted for a long time.

Yang Jing saw through the reality at a glance, and suddenly flipped the figure of the attack, stepped and smashed the wheel, and the tungsten gold stick met the attack blatantly, and the critical attack skill was perfectly displayed: "You...... Defeated ...... "wW."