(The results are really bad, don't say it, reward more than ten monthly passes, I add one more, 5,000 words long.) ）

Wang Qiang touched his chin with short stubble, thinking to himself that these guys have no rules at all, and there is no end?

But seeing that the sages rushed up with swords in hand, Wang Qiang clenched his fists, hum, since I don't pay attention to the rules, then don't blame me for being ruthless!

Ping Pong, after a not-so-fierce fight, Wang Qiang straightened out his blood-stained combat uniform, threw away the obsidian short stick in his hand, turned around and swaggered away...... On the ground, the horizontal and vertical trips were full of sages who were beaten by Brother Qiang.

Wang Qiang has never been afraid of chaotic battles, and it is still okay for these so-called sages to scare and scare the natives, but in front of Brother Qiang, they are just a group of weak and explosive war scum, which can be defeated in minutes.

Lao Kang stood behind Wang Qiang, his eyes were already dull, looking at the sage lying on the ground, Lao Kang knew that something was going on!

"Shangxian ......" Lao Kang was speechless.

Wang Qiang shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry, these things don't involve you." ”

Lao Kang shook his head, thinking that with the style of the Holy Mountain, he has never been a soft-hearted person, this time Wang Qiang defeated so many Sages, and the grudge with the Holy Mountain was great, and it was almost impossible not to involve the tribe.

But after a short weighing, Lao Kang immediately said firmly to Wang Qiang: "Don't worry, no matter how big the matter is, we will stand with you." ”

Wang Qiang smiled: "Lao Kang, you are a good person, rest assured, after this matter is over, I will give your tribe a splash of wealth." ”

Lao Kang's old face was wrinkled and he smiled, like an air-dried chrysanthemum.

After the end of his loyalty, Lao Kang quietly called a cronie and instructed him to flee for his life with his only son, and if disaster finally came, he had to leave a queen for himself.

Wang Qiang didn't care about this, after beating the sage, Wang Qiang was already a little hungry, so he gave an order, and several warriors of the Kang tribe immediately began to set up a grill and roast meat on the battlefield.

The sages who had been beaten the ground gradually eased up, and they got up from the ground one after another, picked up their companions in their hands, and stared at Wang Qiang angrily with a hateful expression. If eyes can kill, it is estimated that Wang Qiang has been cut by a thousand knives.

However, Wang Qiang didn't care about the eyes of the sages, Brother Qiang was worried about the quality of the barbecue at the moment, and the eyes of the sages were nothing compared to the barbecue.

"You still don't leave, haven't you been beaten enough?" Wang Qiang asked while roasting meat.

The saints trembled.

"Let's go!"

"It's not over with you!"

"Wait for me!"

"Call someone to clean you up!"

The Sages left their words and rushed away with the wounded.

Wang Qiang looked at this scene, thinking that this girl must not have been convinced, and he went to call someone again!

"Not particular!" Wang Qiang commented.

However, with the Sage gone, things have gone terribly!

Before Wang Qiang's barbecue was cooked, Lao Kang hurriedly ran over: "Shangxian, it's not good!" ”

Wang Qiang looked at the barbecue and asked, "The barbecue is not good yet." ”

Lao Kang took a breath, coughed and said, "Shangxian, they are coming!" ”

"Oh? Who's up to it? Those weak chickens on the Holy Mountain? Wang Qiang looked up and asked.

Old Kangbi gestured and said, "It's not a sage, it's people from other tribes!" They have accepted the call of the Holy Mountain and are now attacking us!

"Oh! And this kind of thing! You come and help me barbecue, I'll take a look! Wang Qiang said and handed the barbecue grill to Lao Kang.

From the bottom of his heart, Brother Qiang is depressed, he didn't expect that the sage of the holy mountain is so ignorant of the rules, he can't beat a coward, and he won't lose a hair, and he actually encourages the indigenous people who don't know the truth to target him, this fucking play is not bright enough.

The saints of these holy mountains should not be called saints, they should be called weak, psychologically weak, weak and explosive.

Brother Qiang has no respect for the guys in the Holy Mountain, isn't it just for the fucking to let the indigenous people go up together?

Wang Qiang walked out of the camp of the Kang tribe and saw that the open space outside the camp was full of warriors from other tribes.

These warriors from all corners of the world and all tribes have gone through countless bloody battles to stand at the foot of the holy mountain, and now they have the same hatred for the enemy, and the murderous aura that bursts out can blow the trees and vegetation off.

Wang Qiang glanced at the countless indigenous warriors, and then looked up at the sky. In the air, dozens of saints trembled and towered in the air with the help of anti-gravity aircraft, with the posture of leading the front army.

Wang Qiang looked around, and then looked at the warriors of the Kang tribe, the poor Kang tribe was surrounded by soldiers from other tribes, once the fight started, these eight thousand warriors would not end well.

Wang Qiang was furious, these sages acted despicably and dirty, and they had the intention to spare their lives, but they didn't expect these guys to be bent on death!

A broad-backed long knife appeared in his hand, Wang Qiang stood with the knife raised, and in the sky, Wang Qiang roared: "You bastards, if you can't beat them, you will call them to death, right?" Give you a choice, let everyone get out of here, or else you will bear the consequences! ”

In the sky, the saints who went and returned were fearless one by one.

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful this guy is, he won't fly, we'll eat him!" A Sage shouted.

"Give the order to let the students attack, so many natives, even if it is a pile, they can pile him to death!"

"That's right, let's split up and use the natives to kill him!"

The saints issued an order: "Whoever kills the enemy and obtains the enemy's head, the tribe will record the first merit, and the holy mountain will be rewarded!" ”

As he spoke, the Sage pointed at the command flag in his hand, and a beam of laser beams shone on Wang Qiang's body.

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood that the sage of the dog actually used a laser to mark himself, which was really a slut!

Wang Qiang was furious and was about to respond, but before he could give the heavenly saints a good look, an army of millions on the ground rushed towards him!

it!

Brother Qiang can be regarded as having seen the fighting skills of the primitive natives - the tactics of the sea of people!

Thousands of warriors of various tribes regarded Wang Qiang as something in their pockets and rushed towards Wang Qiang one after another!

In the eyes of the natives, the goal of the sage's heavy reward must be worth the battle for his life.

For the sake of the tribe, for themselves, for the powerful weapons of the Holy Mountain, for the elixir of the Holy Mountain to prolong life, and for the one-eyed favor of the Holy Mountain, the chiefs of the tribe felt that it was worth dying a little people.

"The man is mine!"

"Mine!"

"Don't fight, it's only mine!"

"Whoever says it's his, I'll hack whoever I kill!"

……

So, you take a stone spear, I take a stone axe, call friends and drink friends and pounce on Wang Qiang.

This terrifying method of human sea warfare is tantamount to thousands of man-eating ants swept over, even if it is the primordial overlord dragon beast of the biological chain, it can only avoid the edge.

In the sky, the sages laughed: "With such a crowd tactic, that person will definitely die!" ”

"That's right!"

"If you dare to argue with our holy mountain, you really don't want to live."

"Look, what's that?"

A Sage pointed at the battlefield and let out an incredible scream.

The saints cast their eyes, only to see that on the battlefield, a golden and cyan tornado was raging the tribe's phalanx!

The tornado was born so strangely, and it was suddenly huge, and the whole area was swept by the power of the tornado. On the battlefield, a large number of indigenous warriors who charged with swords, guns, and stone sticks were all thrown into the sky by the tornado in the blink of an eye!

"What is this?" The Sage shouted?

No one answered, because the companions had no idea what was happening.

"Look! Oh my God! A sage screamed.

I saw changes and rebirth on the battlefield!

In the golden-cyan tornado, golden-cyan waves burst out of the wind, and huge arcs of brilliance flew in the air.

One, two, hundred, thousand......

Countless blades flew out of the tornado, and boomerang-like arcs flew back and forth in the sky and ground.

This dazzling color is not there to satisfy the desire of the eyeballs, but to be bloodthirsty!

A hideous native raised his obsidian axe and slender tail and was rushing towards his target, however, the native rushed out of the crowd to find that the target he was about to kill was gone. Yes, a giant whirlwind!

"Ahh The native let out a scream, and it turned into a cloud of blood mist in the whirlwind and swallowed it.

In the distance, a native armed with a wooden bow and arrow was aiming at the tornado with an arrow feather, and the native knew that the target was in the demonic wind.

The demon that the sage called on everyone to kill was really extraordinary, but anyone who dared to approach was killed by the tornado demon wind, and when he died, there were no bones left, and it was miserable to see.

However, the natives were so confident in their archery skills that they hid behind thousands of people, raising their arms and calculating the speed and arc of the wind in the air.

With the keen ability of a skilled hunter, the natives bent their bows and arrows into the sky. The long arrow turned into a streamer and disappeared into the hands of the natives, then drew a parabola in the sky, avoiding the front of the tornado and shooting into the eye of the wind from the whirlwind!

It worked!

The natives let out a cheer.

However, the cheers were not over, and the indigenous voices came to an abrupt end!

The air could no longer enter the natives' nasal passages, so the natives could no longer cheer. Not only could I not cheer, in fact, I couldn't even breathe.

A wooden arrow pierces the throat of the native, and the natives die!

The native's hand was clawed in mid-air, and before he died, he couldn't figure out why the wooden arrow that flew out flew back and hit himself!

How did he find himself among the crowds?

Unfortunately, the indigenous people never had the opportunity to continue thinking.

……

In the eye of the tornado, Wang Qiang stood on the ground, and with the riot of terrifying energy in his body, the air currents around his body became extremely lethal. Anyone who dared to approach the tornado turned into a mist of blood in the strangulation of the air.

However, the natives who are attacking themselves don't seem to know what fear is. They still forgot their lives and charged at themselves.

It can't go on like this, Wang Qiang felt the consumption of body energy, and this way of fighting is not effortless.

Changes have to be made.

Wang Qiang's mind passed, and the tornado gradually stopped.

In the sky, the Sage shouted, "Look, the tornado has stopped!" ”

One of the sages laughed, "I knew that this guy was tired, and he didn't have the strength to continue making waves." ”

"Let the natives work harder, and cut off the man's head to dispel the hatred in my heart.

"No, hell! What's wrong with this? A sage screamed.

On the ground, on the battlefield, thousands of natives who rushed towards Wang Qiang froze dozens of meters closer to Wang Qiang.

These natives didn't know how to stop, and the crazy pounce only caused a lot of congestion, congestion, congestion in front of Wang Qiang.

The Sages trembled, their eyes revealing fear.

"It's ...... No way! A Sage screamed.

"Hurry back and tell the mountain master!" One of the leading Sages screamed.

……

【Space Confinement】

Wang Qiang performed the stunts inherited from the god race.

In the space in front of him, the order of time is terminated, and anyone who sets foot here is controlled to absolute static.

Wang Qiang looked at the more and more natives, raised it with one hand, and a part of the crystals inside his body shattered and turned into energy gushing out in an instant!

The ground, which cracks with an explosion of energy, is a manifestation of the partial collapse of space because it cannot withstand the force of such a unit.

As the space distorts and collapses, the soil on the ground begins to be stripped away, and the dust particles in the air become restless.

All the existence of matter is subverted by tradition in the space controlled by Wang Qiang at this moment.

"This move should be called [All Things Killing]!" Wang Qiang said.

With the release of his ability, in Wang Qiang's space, all matter has become something to kill.

A speck of mud and dust, invisible.

It was one of the terabytes of the ground at the previous moment, which could not be captured by the naked eye, and it was insignificant, so to speak, insignificant.

However, at this moment, it has become different.

The molecules that make up the mud and dust create a huge unsettling displacement in the confined space, causing shocks that make the mud unpredictable and terrifying at the same time.

This little bit of mud and dust, even if it is a small mud pill, it takes thousands of thousands, however, when it jumps disorderly and touches the body of an native, it erupts with a terrifying explosion at the moment of collision!

In an instant, the skin of the native, who had come into contact with the mud, burst through a huge hole, and the intestines and internal organs gushed out of the wound with a thud, and the scene was extremely bloody.

This was not an isolated case, all the natives who poured into Wang Qiang's space were killed by all kinds of insignificant small substances almost at the same time, and their deaths were horrible to see.

This horrific killing, which began in a moment and ended in an instant, harvested the lives of all people.

Finally, Wang Qiang's bloody killing like a god of death shocked the indigenous tribes.

Although these tribes are simple, although they are not afraid of death, although they respond to the call of the holy mountain, although they are mentally prepared for death, but in the face of extreme shock and blood, the instinct of life still throbs.

Not afraid of death is not wanting to die, being mentally prepared may not be enough, simplicity is not the same as stupidity, the tribal warriors finally collapsed, and many began to flee the battlefield.

Instinct determines emotions, and Wang Qiang creates a soul-shaking killing.

The contagion of emotions was like an avalanche, the speed was getting faster and faster, and finally, all the tribal warriors were moving away from the battlefield.

Seeing that millions of natives were retreating, Wang Qiang let out a long breath, these so many natives, you have to kill yourself for a month, who the hell can stand it?

As the natives withdrew from the battlefield under the control of fear, the space finally stabilized, and the ground was filled with corpses that had been killed and mutilated.

The sky is raining blood.

Wang Qiang wiped the sweat from his face, looked up at the many sages floating, and thought to himself that it was time to clean up these guys.

……

"Oh no, he's eyeing us!" A Sage said in fear.

"Don't worry, he can't fly!" Another Sage said with a smile.

However, before the Sage could finish laughing, the smile on his face became more ugly than crying.

I saw a flash of golden light, and my companion's head fell from the sky, but his body was still floating in the air due to the effect of the anti-gravity aircraft.

"Oops, who said he can't fly?"

"The routine is too fucking deep, I want to go back to the Holy Mountain!"

"Run!"

"Run for your life!"

The Sages panicked and scattered.

In the air, Wang Qiang spread his golden wings, and his two wings were shaped like two giant fan-faced knives, flying up and down, opening and closing, cutting off the heads of several saints.

These Sages operated improvised anti-gravity aircraft, traveling at an outrageously slow pace, and they were not skilled in flying, and in the face of Wang Qiang's speed of treading the wind, the poor Sages were like a bunch of idiots swimming in the air.

Wang Qiang flew over from the sages, and the heads of the sages fell to the ground, and their bodies were still floating in mid-air, which looked really weird.

"Damn it, run away...... Ahh

"Help!"

"Go back and tell the mountain lord!"

The cries for help from the saints were endless.

However, Wang Qiang had already made up his mind to send all these guys to see the king of Hades, so he was not ambiguous at all, seeing that the escaped sage flew far away, it would be very troublesome to chase after him, and in the end, Wang Qiang was annoyed, and waved out his hands, and thousands of millimeters of needles flew out, depriving all the fleeing sages of their lives.

The corpses of a hundred or so saints floated in the sky, and under the impetus of the anti-gravity vehicle, these corpses flew farther and farther until they disappeared......

"These guys are used to bullying people, and they don't know that there are people outside of people." Wang Qiang flew back to the ground, walked back to the camp slowly, and said to Lao Kang.

At this time, Lao Kang's brain was already in a state of stagnation, and it was simply something that had never been done in the eternal world that so many saints in the Holy Mountain had been killed.

"Oops!" Lao Kang exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Wang Qiang's chrysanthemum tightened.

Lao Kang looked at the barbecue on the grill, and said with some embarrassment: "Oh, Shangxian, I patronized to watch you fight, this barbecue can't be managed, it's burnt." ”

Wang Qiang laughed: "It's okay, the meat is scorched and then grilled." ”

Lao Kang sighed: "But, Shangxian, can this person be resurrected after death?" ”

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the dark red sky, there was still a slight blood in the air.

"When a man dies, he cannot be resurrected." Wang Qiang replied.

"Immortal, you have killed a lot of saints today, why bother?" Lao Kang persuaded.

Wang Qiang sighed: "People don't hurt the tiger, the tiger eats people's hearts, I didn't want to kill them, but they challenged me again and again, and even mobilized all the natives to kill me, can I still bear it?" ”

Lao Kang was speechless, in fact, there was nothing wrong with the practice of the sage of the holy mountain, since ancient times, the sage of the holy mountain is the embodiment of the law in the eyes of the natives.

If there is no special case like Wang Qiang, the authority of the Holy Mountain is worthy of being obeyed by the natives, but Wang Qiang is different.

In Lao Kang's eyes, Wang Qiang's mysterious origin and extraordinary strength are no longer comparable to the saints of the Holy Mountain.

But...... The Holy Mountain has been inherited for 10,000 years, and its potential strength is huge, and it is impossible for only a few saints to support the façade.

Who knows what happens next?

"Shangxian, you have killed so many saints, the holy mountain will definitely not give up, be careful!" Lao Kang admonished.

Wang Qiang laughed: "What are you afraid of?" It's just a bunch of spicy chickens, so there's nothing to worry about. ”