Sauron finally fell silent.

Completely, completely and utterly calmed down.

It let out a long breath: "How long?" I can't even remember what it was like to be a warrior, the kind of hearty battle that left everything behind, forgot about life and death, once made me extremely obsessed, but unfortunately。。。。。。 Sauron's low and hoarse voice suddenly became more emotional, it looked at the black greatsword in its hand for a long time, as if it was remembering something, but its words were not finished, and no one knew what it was sighing about.

Wang Yang looked at it calmly. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Merowenga, the strongest savior, who had the same enthusiasm, the same pride, and the same unswerving, but time changed everything, the boiling gradually cooled, the flying slowly solidified, and the persistence passed away with the wind。。。。。。 In the face of time, it seems that even the Dao Heart is vulnerable.

"Since the casting of the One Ring, I have been immersed in the layout of strategy, hoping to complete the unification of Middle-earth as a god, but I have forgotten the simplest truth: in the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile. If I had been able to lead the army myself, perhaps my great cause would have been fulfilled as early as the Second Age. ”

At this time, the face of Sauron's helmet suddenly began to change, the original hideous ridges began to squirm, gradually fading the sharpness, diluting the coldness, the entire facial curve began to turn soft, and the original domineering shape revealed elegance, you know, the material of this helmet is the top magic metal, only the artifact can cut it, but now it is like a life began to deform, this magical hand, more like Magneto from the Marvel world.

But Wang Yang knew it wasn't.

All members of the Samsara Squad know no.

There was an eerie silence all around, even the flow of air gradually stagnated, the sky and the earth became darker, the clouds above their heads became lower and thicker, and everyone felt an indescribable palpitation, as if death was staring at them three feet above their heads, and they all looked up in unison—in the void, a will as heavy as a mountain descended on the land of Mordor.

"This body was once so perfect, but it sank with Númenor, but it's not too late, the One Ring has returned, my power has been restored, and in Middle-earth, my will is everything. Of course, this is all thanks to you, mighty and brave. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head and looked at Wang Yang, and said word by word, "You have made me understand that although power is not everything, many times, it can decide everything. ”

The armor on Sauron's body continued to deform, and with a few words, it was transformed into a variety of styles coexisting, including both elegant and beautiful elven temperament, and the majestic and noble style of a king, and the great sword in its hand also faded away from the black mist that symbolized death, bursting out with brilliant brilliance, and constantly rolling outward like ripples.

At this time, several elven leaders in the coalition army sighed at the same time: "Talent Grandmaster Ananta?!" ”

During the Second Age, Sauron appeared as a goodness and called himself the "Gifted Grandmaster" Ananta and traveled to the elven kingdom of Irijan, where he instructed the elves of Irijan to create the Nineteen Rings of Power, while he himself secretly created the One Ring in Mordor. This began the 1,200-year-long war between the elves and Sauron, and if it weren't for the intervention of the Númenorian Empire, which was at its peak, Sauron would have been victorious.

In a sense, Sauron is very similar to the Emperor Shakti in the storm: the spirit of scientific research and exploration and uninhibited ambition are equally outstanding, and forbearance and arrogance can do what people cannot; Regardless of their position, their strength, will, and charisma have reached an extremely high level, which is enough to support them in fulfilling any desire they want to achieve; It is precisely because they have all the characteristics of heroes and heroes that what path they choose in the end is completely up to them, and what attribute power they exert is also in their thoughts.

Of course, when Sauron chose the image of the "Talent Grandmaster" Ananta to control the Supreme Ring, its size had returned to its normal human size, and it was no longer the same humanoid Gundam giant as before, which was more conducive to the play of swordsmanship, and correspondingly, Wang Yang's thunder and lightning power also lost its-for-tat restraint characteristics.

Just when Sauron's coercion was getting heavier and heavier, above the nine heavens, in the depths of the thick black clouds, a bright light flashed like a white horse, and disappeared, the time was so short, if someone blinked at this moment, they would not be able to see it at all, and after a few seconds, a faint muffled thunder sounded, which was also very faint.

However, the second thunderbolt soon came.

"Click"

In the inky sky, a flash of light appeared, and although it still could not penetrate the thick black clouds, it was enough to shine the eyes of the human coalition.

"Boom"

The dull sound of thunder rolled overhead, slowly spreading from the horizon, although the thunderous sound seemed to be far away from the horizon, but everyone felt a kind of tremor from the bottom of their hearts, as if some immeasurable existence was awakening.

The lightning and thunder caused the storm to stir, and the dead and silent Mordor Wasteland was awakened by the sudden sound of the wind, and the long wind that blew from nowhere whistled softly over everyone's heads.

A third thunderbolt followed.

"Click-"

The dazzling electric light finally penetrated the layers of black cloud barriers, illuminating the battlefield of Mordor for the first time with an incomparably sharp attitude.

"Boom ————"

In the earth-shattering thunder, the minds of ordinary coalition soldiers were blank for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, they only felt that their ears were buzzing, their heads were swollen, and their eyes were full of stars. Countless orcs fell to the ground one by one, foaming at the mouth with convulsions.

More and more electric snakes emerged from the depths of the black clouds, meandering above the nine heavens, and more and more shocking thunder resounded through the sky, and even the earth seemed to tremble slightly in resonance. The wind roared and swept in, flying sand and rocks on the battlefield, ordinary people don't want to open their eyes to see, they can not be smashed on the head and break the blood flow is already considered strong.

Raindrops the size of beans began to fall from the sky, dropping drop by drop on everyone's heads, faces, and dry ground, and it actually rained on Mordor, who had not rained in two eras.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ming Yanwei raised her head sharply and looked at the sky in surprise.

Where there is water, it is her natural home field.

"Boom ——————"

The lightning shone brightly, and the heavens and the earth turned pale.

The black clouds were like a sea, tumbling violently in the thunder and lightning, setting off monstrous waves that drowned out the electric light in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the darkness of the sky at this moment, everyone would have noticed that the black cloud overhead was rotating at high speed around the center of the battle area, showing a huge vortex.

"Click——————

The sword light was like lightning, soaring into the sky, and it actually overwhelmed the electric light of the glorious heaven and earth, cutting the sea of black clouds like ink through a gap several kilometers long.

When the sword light flashed, two figures staggered.

"Snort"

The blood flashed and flew into the air, turning into a handful of blood mist and drifting away.

On Wang Yang's broad chest, a foot-long sword mark caught his eye, intertwined with several other sword marks, and blood was pouring in.

And behind him, Sauron, who was armed with an elven sword, was unscathed.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Wang Yang had already hit several swords in a row, and without the bonus of gene locks, the gap in his skills was clear at a glance. The previous battles were not so much about defeating the enemy with a sword as it was about winning them with strength. But when his strength meets an evenly matched opponent, the shortcomings of his skills become apparent, even if the swordsmanship of the Western power system is not as exquisite as the Eastern power system, it is enough to inflict a lot of damage on him.

Where they fought, the huge cracks in the wasteland were like spider webs, most of the hills were disintegrated and broken, the earth was bumpy and undulating like ocean waves, the rumble from the depths of the stratum was deafening, and under the impact of the aftermath of the battle, the terrain here was almost completely reshaped, the battle was so fierce that even the more and more dense showers were difficult to fall into this area, and on the periphery of the battlefield, it was a giant tornado formed by the aftermath of the air waves, roaring and swaying in all directions, plowing the dry and scorched wasteland into deep and wide ravines.

With the Supreme Ring in his hand, Sauron had already smoothed out the gap between it and Wang Yang in terms of energy level; Sauron, who switched to warrior mode, showed extraordinary melee ability; The most terrifying thing is that the Supreme Ring also contains a part of the power of cause and effect - most of the injuries suffered by Wang Yang were unbelievably hit by the sword when it was obviously impossible to hit the sword。。。。。。 Everything verifies Wang Yang's previous inference, fighting alone, no one in the reincarnation team is its opponent.

"Knort"

Sauron's long sword cut into Wang Yang's sword style accurately, and with a twist of force, Mo Xie escaped from his hand and flew into the darkness with a whirl.

The elven long sword did not pause at all, and the sword style transformation was like flowing water, turning into a sharp lightning bolt that pierced Wang Yang's chest.

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"Slash!!"

With a broken shout, the long knife struck down like thunder, like a thunderbolt in the air. The sword wind passed by, the sand flew away, the earth cracked, and everything that was caught in it was turned into powder.

However, this invincible and fierce knife was blocked by one arm. Although the arm became bloody at the same time, the tendons were broken and broken.

It was Zheng Zhe's arm.

After joining the Great Witch Essence Blood, Zheng Zhe's physical strength was amazing, to some extent comparable to a divine weapon.

With a successful sword, Zheng Zha's figure retreated violently, and Song Tian didn't pursue, just stared at the blood-dripping blade in his hand: "Zheng Zha, you're finished." ”

Zheng Zha didn't reply, just seized the time to exercise and breathe, but everyone could see that the current situation of Zheng Zha was very bad, he was already seriously injured, plus there was only one arm left, ten percent of his strength could not be exerted fifty percent, otherwise he would not be suppressed by Song Tian, whose realm was lower than himself, and now the only remaining arm was also abolished, and it seemed that he was only one step away from the exhaustion of mountains and rivers.

In this case, Song Tian naturally doesn't have to worry about anything, the magic of cultivation lies in the subtle control, not the reversal of cause and effect, even if Zheng Zha is given an hour to exercise and pranayama, he will not be able to turn the table.

Thinking that he had single-handedly crossed the ranks and killed the captain of the demon team, Song Tian's heart was really full of ambition, and he couldn't help but laugh when he had never smiled.

But a cold snort cut off his laughter.

Zheng Zha stepped out, tall as a god, and the injuries all over his body did not weaken his momentum in the slightest: "Song Tian, have you forgotten that I still have a partner?" ”

"Partner?" Song Tian was stunned for a moment, and then said disdainfully, "Just those guys who can't even reach the fourth-order gene lock?" It's a pity that I don't even have the qualifications to take a closer look; Instead of counting on them, why don't I do me a favor and send the entire Middle-earth team to your funeral. ”

As soon as he stretched out his long knife, he was about to make a move, when his face suddenly changed greatly.