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"Seven kills." Looking at the transparent figure who suddenly killed the 32 Ghost Emperors with one move, I nodded secretly, and finally came back in time.

Since the enslavement of the Yin Yang Sigil, he has also been able to control his emotions freely, and he has never lost his mind until now.

And when he was sealed in the Demon Lock Tower by the Suppression Army before. He has no control over his body, and the color of his body will always change in black, red, transparent, and normal colors according to his emotions.

Now, Seven Kills has perfect control over the body and can switch forms at will.

As his owner, I still know a little bit about it. There are not many means of seven killings, seven killing moves, four forms.

The seven killing moves are the seven kills, and the four forms are his state of being, which are transparent, blood-black, and normal.

When in four different forms, the aggressiveness of Seven Kills is different.

I haven't seen a scene where Seven Kills actually strikes. However, according to my guess, according to the power ranking, the four forms are: blood, black, transparent, and normal.

Seeing the faces of the Seven Killings clearly, An Yalin and the others were surprised, and they all nodded at the Seven Killings.

Although Seven Killings has just been subdued by me and has just joined my camp, all the high-level forces in the human and ghost worlds know Seven Killings.

"It's so strong." After the red refining sealed the underground magma layer, he flew out of the deep pit, looking at the seven kills in surprise, but he didn't expect that the seven kills, which didn't look very reliable on the surface, could actually kill 32 ghost emperors in one move!

What kind of combat power is this!

Although the 32 Ghost Emperors are all inferior and medium Ghost Emperors, they are Ghost Emperors after all!

The barbarian monk had already lost his fighting spirit. Seeing this scene again, I was almost scared to pee, and many barbarian monks had weak feet and collapsed directly to the ground.

What awaits them is only stampede and death, and the slightest negligence in the war will face a death crisis.

The two killing arrays controlled by Daniel Zhang and Ji Zi were rapidly devouring lives. It's as if they're competing with each other, and no one will admit defeat.

Ji Zi was a little better, devoted himself to the battle, and had no intention of competing with Daniel Zhang.

But Daniel Zhang is very competitive and wants to compare with Ji Zi.

"What's your name?" Daniel Zhang stepped on the mud dragon, opposite Ji Zi floating in mid-air.

"Ji Zi, skein jimuxin. Ji Zi. Ji Zi smiled slightly and met Daniel Zhang's gaze.

"Daniel Zhang Hao, Bow Chang Zhang, Brave, Heroic, Daniel Zhang Hao." Daniel Zhang looked at Ji Zi with extreme solemnity.

"You're strong, the strongest strategist I've ever seen." Daniel Zhang said next.

"You're also very strong, so there's a chance to have a fight." Ji Zi responded with a smile, but the instructions were still conveyed smoothly, and the rhythm was not disrupted.

"Definitely." Daniel Zhang nodded.

Watching the conversation between the two military advisors, I couldn't help but touch my nose, worthy of being a cultural person. The dialogues are full of art, and they also praise each other, and they also give people a sense of literary and artistic freshness. Pound and pound skills.

Although Daniel Zhang Hao is unparalleled in strategy, the cultivation of his army is too poor, and it cannot be compared with the Yin soldiers controlled by Ji Zi, which also leads to Daniel Zhang's killing power is not as good as Ji Zi.

But in fact, Daniel Zhang and Ji Zi, if they really want to divide a victory or defeat, it is really very difficult, and the combat styles of the two people are completely different.

Ji Zi is soft with rigidity, rigidity with softness, rigidity and softness, and the killing machine is hidden.

Daniel Zhang Hao is a clear tactic of rigidity, desperate, and killing God when encountering God.

Anyway, there will be no time for the two of them to really face each other, one is a military advisor in the ghost world, and the other is a military advisor in the human world, and they are all in my camp, and they will only fight side by side in the future, and there will be no chance of confrontation on the battlefield.

"It's over, it's all over." Seeing that his Ghost Emperor leader was killed by the mysterious man in an instant, the only remaining flame of hope in the hearts of the barbarian monks was extinguished.

At this time, the Chinese people cheered excitedly in front of the TV screen, seeing everything that happened on the battlefield, everyone was in tears, family members hugged each other tightly, lovers kissed in tears, the gray beards of the old people trembled, and the corners of their eyes slipped cloudy tears.

"Win, we win! China won! We have won the World Alliance! "Everyone was cheering.

Even people who are usually cold and withdrawn are so excited that they are yelling at this time, as if they want to vent all the grievances and depression accumulated in their hearts.

It was a time of national celebration, and although the war was not over, anyone with a discerning eye could see that victory was only a matter of time.

"Come on, Yang Yun." In the highest conference room, a group of national leaders stood at the table, led by a middle-aged man with clenched fists and staring at the huge hanging screen, unaware that his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

While the Chinese people cheered and excited, the people abroad opened their mouths as if they had eaten rat droppings, but they just couldn't speak.

"Is this a joke on us? fuck！ Even if I use my hanging to fight, I won't fight like this shit, so many armies can be 10 times the size of the Chinese army! Lost! ”

After being stunned for a long time, some grumpy black men hammered the wall, shaking the wall slightly, spitting curse words out of their mouths, and there was nowhere to vent their anger.

"Shit!" In a conference room where foreign leaders gathered, the black president slapped his hand on the long table.

"Bama, what should I do?" The obscene Japanese prime minister got up from his seat and looked solemnly at the black president.

"What else can we do, the monks behind us have been defeated by the Chinese monk forces, An Pei, and everyone here, take a closer look, this time, we are completely defeated, defeated in a mess."

After the black president finished speaking, he seemed to have used up all his strength, and sat down helplessly.

"It's useless to rely on the cultivation world, we and their monks have underestimated China. Also overestimated themselves. ”

The stout man standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling screen unbuttoned his suit, pulled out a cigar and a lighter from his underwear pocket, lit the cigar and held it to his mouth.

"Lisboa, do you have any ideas?" The black president looked at the strong man and couldn't help frowning, "On weekdays, you Russia can always restrain us by surprise The United States, and this time you must have a good way." ”

"Shhh Lisboa took a deep breath, then removed the cigar from his lips and let out the circles under his eyes.

"There must be a way, it depends on whether you dare to do it."

Bama and Ampere looked at each other, both frowning, and after thinking about it for a while, the black president asked him, "What way?" ”

"Heh," the stout man patted the dust on his suit and turned to face the leaders, "To be a man, you have to be ruthless." ”

"What do you mean by that? What does it mean? Ampere's facial features huddled together and asked Lisboa suspiciously.

"You Japanese, do you all look like pigs like you? No wonder the Chinese hate you. Lisboa said calmly to Ampere.

"Please speak politely, Mr. Lisboa." Ampere's forehead was bruised.

"My way is... Lisboa had no reason to look at the black president and told him what he was planning.

"Sss After listening to the Russian president's approach, hundreds of people in the conference hall were all gasping in shock.

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In the vast battlefield under the Great Wall of the Human World, bloody slaughter is being staged, and Yin soldiers and humans are mixed together, besieging and killing strange creatures.

The besieged army includes human monks, beasts, monsters, and ghosts, and at a glance, it feels like a live-action version of World of Warcraft.

After killing the Ghost Emperor of the Barbarian Monk, Seven Kills entered the battlefield, and he was in a normal form at this time.

The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life was dressed in plain black clothes, and there was a pale black ghost fire burning on his body, which was the normal form of the Seven Killings.

He didn't have a Dao weapon, but he was able to shoot a strange sword light from his body. After the seven killings entered the battlefield, it was like a wolf entering the sheepfold.

He never stayed in the same place for more than 1 second, often just appeared, stood for a moment and then disappeared somewhere else, leaving countless corpses in place.

These monks were all killed by the sword qi that burst out from his body, and the form and color of the sword qi also changed according to the form of the Seven Kills body. Now the Seven Kills are in a normal form, and the sword qi is silvery-white.

The monk who died at the hands of the Seven Killers had his body intact, no wounds could be found on his body, and his body was still alive but his soul was broken. The death was incomparably strange.

Even the hearts of some corpses were still beating slowly, but their souls were annihilated.

"Soul Attack." I stood in mid-air and watched the Seven Kills' attack and couldn't help but nod.

"There is a way to heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell for you to come!" Yuan Tiangang was dressed in a gorgeous Taoist robe, floating around the nine heavenly veins ancient seals, stepping on the yin and yang gossip array, and being in the Taiji diagram, gorgeous to the extreme, and the visual impact reached its peak.

"Silly dick, they are foreigners, they can't understand Chinese, you have to speak English."

The old turtle's body expanded rapidly, turning into a mountain-sized divine turtle, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd and storming into the battlefield savagely, rampage through the barbarian cultivators.

"Hey, yes, they're crooked nuts," Yuan Tiangang was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly sent a message to me, "Yun, you read a lot, teach me a sentence in English, which means, I want to reign in the world, kill gods when I meet gods, kill Buddhas when I meet Buddhas, kill you and the like." Also, add a curse, a fool, an idiot, or something in front of you. ”

"You're really demanding." I looked at Yuan Tiangang strangely.

"Don't ink, quick, tell me quickly, slow down, I'll be finished by the little turtle." Yuan Tiangang was anxious.

“idiot, suk.” I taught Yuan Tiangang with the simplest pronunciation.

"Crooked nuts, idiot, suk." Yuan Tiangang roared excitedly at the barbarian army, and he also deliberately blessed the mixed yuan in his voice, and suddenly the deafening rustic English resounded over the entire battlefield.

“fuck！” The barbarian monks who heard the voice were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned red, and the strength of the counterattack suddenly increased, attacking Yuan Tiangang's side, looking like they wanted to tear him apart.

"Damn, cloud, what's the situation?" Yuan Tiangang saw that something was wrong, and said that he was pretending to be forced, why did he anger them?

"What does that mean in English?"

"Meaning: Fool, suck my hanging." I squinted.

"Damn, good sentence!" Yuan Tiangang shouted excitedly, "Tell me, which word is hanging?" ”

“dick.” I looked at Yuan Tiangang strangely.

“my dickbig ，big。。。”

Yuan Tiangang screamed and rushed into the battlefield, looking shameless.

"Stop playing, let's kill someone."

I covered my forehead helplessly, how did he know that the English word for "big" was big? Hey, could it be because he used to watch pornography? Have subtitles? It's pretty advanced.

Although Yuan Tiangang angered the barbarian monks, it was useless, no matter how brave the barbarian monks in the anger were, even if they burst out with 10 times the strength, they could not break through, and could only be obediently killed.

Red Lian, Seven Kills, An Yalin, Yuan Tiangang, Qin Yan, Dugu, etc., the Dao Emperor and the Ghost Emperor of the two worlds of humans and ghosts are all killed in the battlefield, and they often die in a large number of places with a wave of their hands, and they are not in the same rhythm at all.

"Surrender, we surrender! Don't fight! We are willing to submit. ”

In the fifth hour of the war, there were only 40 million barbarian monks left in the battlefield, more than half of which had been lost, and at this time, there was a large-scale voluntary surrender of the barbarian monks.

"Whew." Suddenly, the Yin soldiers and the Kyushu monks all stopped their attacks, and they all looked at me to ask what I meant.

"Kill." I was expressionless.