Four voices sounded in a row, the first was a black stick inserted into the ground, the second was a black shadow tumbling and falling, one was the god king falling down, and the other was a woman in white throwing and falling.

The perilous fierce battle finally calmed down.

Grunt!! The three black warrior captains swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and looked at the empty grass in front of them in a daze, their expressions were a little trance-like, and they had not yet recovered from the fierce battle like the storm before. Just three minutes of offense and counterattacks, dozens of rounds of wild attacks and grappling, like a carving knife, were deeply chiseled into their brains, stimulating their vision and heart.

They could feel the coercion and terror from the God King, and they could even feel the strength and horror of the two mysterious people who suddenly appeared, whether it was the strange body of the woman in white, the sharp swordsmanship, or the silent sudden outburst of the man in black, the irritability and ferocity displayed in that moment.

Where did the monster come from!! confronted the God King??!! It's even tougher than Tu Qingcang!!

And......

The fierce battle just now was like a storm, and it looked dazzling, and his eyes were full of afterimages. But their intuition told them that the last confrontation was likely to be the defeat of the God King!!

"Uh...... This ......" a captain suddenly noticed a large black stick stuck not far away. It is about one meter eight in length and about five centimeters in diameter, and its whole body is pitch black, full of traces of battle, exuding a strong and fierce atmosphere. The surface of the black stick is carved with subtle blood-colored lines, like blood vessels, giving it soul and life.

The black stick has a heart-chilling domineering and wildness that is enough to make any warrior obsessed with it and in awe.

As the captain of the Black Martial Arts, they couldn't be more familiar with this stick, and they couldn't know it better.

It is...... Tungsten Gold Stick!!

"Oh my God!!" The three of them looked fixedly at the black stick not far away, the corners of their mouths murmured unconsciously, their eyes shook slightly, their pupils slowly dilated, and an indescribable heat flow rolled in their chests, and in a short moment, they rushed straight to their heads, and their bodies trembled.

The three of them raised their heads violently, looking feverishly at the direction where the black shadow fell in the distance, and after a moment of silence, they fell to their knees on the ground, and let out an uncontrollable roar: "Welcome to the commander, return to the eight tribes!" ”

Command?? Hearing the roars of the three of them, feeling the excitement and eagerness, the five Black Warrior Captains who had been replaced by Holmium followed the prestige, and soon noticed the black big stick half-exposed in the grass. After a short period of doubt and thought, excitement, fanaticism, excitement, and all kinds of intense emotions surfaced in my mind, all of them knelt on one knee and vented their emotions in a roaring way: "Welcome to the commander, return to the Eight Tribes!" ”

The hysterical rant appeared somewhat abrupt on the battlefield and quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Commander?? Yang Jing?? Yu Xiaotian had just been replaced by Sukhba Beast and Ulihan, and was about to join the battle circle of Xu Yun and the three, when he heard two consecutive roars, he couldn't help but pause and follow the prestige.

Zhou Shaohua and the three of them were attacked by Shen Zuo one after another because of their distraction, and they were thrown out one by one with a muffled snort, scarlet blood sprayed into the sky, and they fell ten meters away in embarrassment.

However, Shen Zuo did not continue to attack, and his face behind the mask flashed with solemnity, and he looked at the battle circle where the God King was.

The previous restless and frenzied battlefield has eased significantly, except for Solo and Wunon Valley, who are still suffering from the wild bombardment of the three 'beasts', the rest of the people have temporarily suppressed their fighting intentions and shifted their attention there.

The man in black lay on his back in the grass, motionless, as if he had been hit hard and fell into a coma, his thick hands were dripping with blood, and the flesh and skin seemed to have been twisted by something, and the flesh was blurry and miserable. After a long silence, his fingertips shook slightly, and his chest slowly bulged and slowly subsided. And then ...... The closed eyes opened, and the arms slowly propped up after a slight movement.

Resolute, majestic, calm and solemn, seemingly steady, but the blood-colored eyes are a little unruly, and a little domineering.

Yang Jing!! It was the vice president of the eight ministries who received the order from the base halfway and changed direction to come to support, the second gate god of Tianmen...... Yang Jing!!

The woman in white was naturally the aunt who followed him out of the Medicine King's Mansion, Wu Yuniang!

"Finally back!!" Yu Xiaotian's spirit shook slightly, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Old Yang?? Good guy, finally willing to come back. Xu Yun and the others struggled to get up, because of the pain, because of the consumption, their breath became chaotic, but looking at the familiar figure, they still couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

"Huh? Who is that woman?? Yi Tingxuan noticed the woman in white standing up not far away.

Slender and slender, long hair tied up, white clothes fluttering, cold and beautiful, in the vast green grassland, that figure is extraordinarily agile and elegant, although the white veil covers the face, but no matter who sees her for the first time, there will be a sense of beauty.

It must be a feminine woman in the city.

"What about the God-King? What about Lao Tu? "Zhou Shaohua pays more attention to this 'person?? No matter how good he looks, he is just a 'person' in his eyes, and he can't arouse the slightest interest.

"What just happened? When did Lao Yang come back? Xu Yun quietly glanced at the three of them and continued to be vigilant.

"God King, it's been a long time, and your strength seems to have regressed a little." Yang Jing stared at the place where the God King fell, his blood-red eyes were calm, a kind of sea-like steadiness, which was completely different from the mania he had before.

In just a few minutes, after shaking off the God King, Yang Jing felt a strong sense of excitement. After half a year of training, this is the first time he has tested his strength on the battlefield, whether it is his body style, strength, or the control of skills, there has been a significant improvement, similar to transformation!! I also saw the 'crit' method taught by my teacher, and I felt its power firsthand. Maybe he didn't really step into the royal realm, but ...... As the teacher said, the method of 'critical hit' can make you jump to the emperor level in an instant, and it is not a luxury.

Now it seems, sure enough!!

Yu Niang's harassment strategy may have contributed a lot, but it still can't hide the power of 'critical hits'!

In contrast, the performance of the God King was a little poor, as if it was very different from what it used to be.

"Yang Jing, intelligence shows that you were imprisoned in a dungeon by Di Cheng and confined for a year. Now it seems...... We were wrong......" The God-King slowly stood up, his eyes closed, and two streams of liquid blood streaked across his cheeks.

Wu Yuniang's sword light pierced her eyeball, causing blindness. If it were someone else, he would have cried in horror at this time, but the god king ...... It was as if there was no obvious influence, no panic, no anger, and a calm and calm countenance.

This kind of bearing and composure can never be possessed by ordinary people. At least at this point, he still has the majesty that a royal-level powerhouse should have.

"I can't even determine my whereabouts, and it seems that your intelligence system needs to be improved." Yang Jing responded lukewarmly, raised his hand, and the captain of the Black Martial Arts Brigade pulled out the tungsten gold stick and ran over and handed it to him, holding the stick again with his bloody palm, and his breath became thick and hard.

"Back then, when you hunted Di Cheng into Skynet, you were just an accessory like an entourage, and you didn't receive any attention. Who would have imagined that many years later, you would lead the eight tribes of the Heavenly Gate, and you would become a quasi-level emperor. Who could have imagined ......"

"If it's your compliment, I'm willing to accept it." Yang Jing quietly looked at Wu Yuniang, made eye contact with each other, nodded slightly, and reprepared for battle.

He didn't care what was going on with the God King's body, and no matter what was special about today's battlefield, capturing the God King or killing the God King was the goal he set in his mind the moment he appeared on the battlefield.

The god dynasty looked in the direction of Yang Jing, did not answer, and stood quietly. With his eyes closed and his face cold and calm, one could not guess what he was thinking.

However, looking at the iron rod that Yang Jing gradually raised, Xu Yun and the others also regained their fighting spirit.

Shen Zuo appeared next to the God King when everyone was distracted, concentrating on vigilance, cautious guarding≯ Jiao inadvertently caught a glimpse of the God King's blood-soaked, twisted and tattered right leg and right arm, his heart flashed with a trace of horror, he didn't pay attention to what happened just now, but the scene in front of him clearly showed the tragedy and wildness of that moment, these two prosthetics are the most high-tech research and development products of the organization, and they have been fused with my own bones, not only flexible and free, but also incomparable in hardness, how can it be......

What a violent force of impact is required?!! Was it caused by Tu Qingcang, or was it caused by Yang Jing?

"God King, let's withdraw, think long-term, and fight again another day." Shen Zuo quietly reminded that he was ready to carry the God King and escaped, and the development of the momentum exceeded expectations, and the God King, who was originally a trump card, turned out to be this Nirvana in an instant, and there was no hope of victory, and he must retreat decisively.

The God King didn't respond, he still stood so quietly, for a long time, slowly raised his tattered right arm, his movements were a little stiff, a little difficult, the sharp pain from his shoulder stimulated his nerves, and his face turned pale and colorless. After a moment of silence, the God King's expression suddenly became a little strange, and a complicated smile appeared on the cold and hard face that had not changed for thousands of years: "Who would have imagined that the last battle of my God King in this life was actually defeated at your hands, at the hands of an accessory that I had never paid attention to. ”

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