The four gods were in the center of the battlefield, and the soldiers around them all automatically retreated far away. [Ran^Text^Library] Except for some generals who stood about ten meters away, everyone else retreated to a kilometer away, and this distance could not guarantee their absolute safety. The power of God's desperate fight is wide and wide, and everyone knows it, and everyone is curious and afraid.

If it was one-on-one, none of the three were Long Weihou's opponents. Even the strongest Yang Chengzheng is a little worse than Long Weihou. However, Yang Chengzheng felt that he had won the battle, three against one, and there were spirits who could attack at any time in the crowd. I'm not afraid that I can't beat him, and I'm not afraid that he will run away.

"Ji Changwu, they all say that you are the first person under the Martial Saint, I want to try how strong you are" Yang Chengzheng usually has such a rare opportunity to fight, although he does not have the confidence to win, but he is still absolutely sure of his life.

"Last time in Moon Bay, you kid relied on the spirits to take advantage. I'll see you today, and I'll see how capable you are. "Long Xihou suffered a big loss in Moon Bay, and he also wants to vent his anger today. Only the Marquis of Hanzhong didn't speak, staring at Long Weihou, and he couldn't wait to eat him in one bite.

"Well, Ben Hou will let you get your wish today. Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu hasn't slaughtered a pig by himself for many years, it's rare to have a good time, and today I won't die! ”

Yang Chengzheng was furious: "I hope your knife is as hard as your mouth." As he spoke, he swung his knife and rushed forward. Without waiting for him to make a move, Long Xihou on the left couldn't hold it anymore, and he yelled: "Take your life!" ”。 I saw his figure flickering, the long knife cut through the air, and the sound of a sonic boom shook the surrounding soldiers and hurriedly covered their ears.

The long knives of the two men slashed together, making a strange sound that made people's hearts unbearable. It wasn't just the weapons that collided together, their bodies collided like giant brute beasts. In one round, smoke and dust billowed from under the feet of a radius of fifty meters, and the soil on the surface of the ground was lifted, not to mention the grass and trees on the ground.

The speed of the god general's ordinary eyes could not see clearly at all, and in an instant, the two had already fought for dozens of rounds. The two of them couldn't be seen clearly, and there was only a swirling dust storm in the center of the battlefield. I heard a loud bang, and a figure flew out of the middle. Before everyone could see who it was, Yang Chengzheng and Hanzhong Hou pounced in the middle of both directions, and the battle became more intense.

Only then did everyone see that it was Long Xihou who was fighting fiercely with Long Weihou who flew out. I saw him smash his head into the sky and smash the ground into a pit more than three meters deep. He immediately stood up, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping the corners of his mouth with his hand. There was no sound, and he rushed forward again. The eyes of the generals who were relatively close widened and they did not let go of any moves, and only they could barely see clearly.

It turned out that Long Xihou suffered a big loss just now, and he was obviously worse than Long Weihou in terms of speed. Let Long Weihou seize the gap and hit him in the chest with an elbow. Knocked him out and suffered internal injuries. The body of the god is extremely strong, and as long as it does not shatter his brain or heart, he will not die. The ability of their bodies to recover and regenerate is terrifying, and the broken ribs can be stitched up in a moment. No, Long Xihou didn't care about the injury and rushed forward again, three to one, and now he didn't talk about a fair duel at all.

The duel between the two marquis just now had already made the three of them understand that Long Weihou was much stronger than them, and there was no point in one-on-one.

At this time, the battlefield had entered the horror mode, and even the nearby generals hurriedly retreated a lot. The ground shook like an earthquake as it struck, and the air was violently churned and let out strange screams that had never been heard before. The aftermath of the blade cut the ground into a jumble of cracks, and the falling stones were shattered into powder.

The battle lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, as if it had been a year. With an earth-shattering roar, two figures were blasted out. Dressed in black, it was Long Weihou, who quickly stood up, slapped the man who was attacking behind him, and then took two steps back.

Wearing red clothes was Hanzhong Hou, and his movements were obviously much slower than Long Weihou's, and it seemed that he had suffered a loss. The generals took a look at it, and just now Long Weihou had one enemy and three enemies, and he actually hit Hanzhong Hou hard.

The Marquis of Hanzhong stood up, and the four of them temporarily stopped fighting. I saw a shocking knife on the back of the Marquis of Hanzhong, and blood was flowing outward. Not only that, but his right arm was also slapped, his right hand was already pulled, and the knife fell to the ground, obviously a broken bone and tendon.

From the injury of Hanzhong Hou, it can be seen that Long Weihou is strong, but he also paid the price. When he hit Hanzhong Hou hard, the other two also attacked him desperately, and he dodged Long Xihou's knife, but he couldn't dodge Yang Chengzheng's punch.

This punch hit Long Weihou in the chest, and the power was so great that even a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate would be penetrated. The god general is the god general, and Long Weihou's somewhat collapsed chest was actually bulging again in a short moment. The onlookers and some of the great samurai made a sound of surprise, which was incredible.

Only Long Weihou himself knew that although he had injured two of the three opponents, he had also paid the price, the powerful impact had damaged his internal organs, and his heart was in a burst of pain, and his breath was not running smoothly as usual. He understood, the heart hurts.

Yang Chengzheng didn't hesitate or delay, he and Long Xihou glanced at each other, and at the same time pounced on Long Weihou. The fierce fight unfolded again, and Long Weihou's movements at this time were obviously slower than just now, and he was slightly inferior under the attack of the two of them.

After a few rounds of fighting, Yang Chengzheng had a direct collision with him. There was a muffled sound from shoulder to shoulder, and Yang Cheng was knocked out for more than ten steps. Although Long Weihou was still standing in the same place, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Long Xihou saw that there was an opportunity, and slashed Huashan with a knife. Long Weihou endured the pain and dodged the knife on one side of his body, but Long Xihou's knife slash was fake, and the elbow collision was real. This elbow hit Long Weihou's chest, and he flew out no less than twenty meters directly.

Long Weihou stabbed his knife on the ground, but still stood up, although his movements were already very slow. At this time, Yang Chengzheng and Long Xihou also forced over, holding long knives that had been seriously deformed, telling the fierceness of the fight. This is a peerless sword used by a prince!

Not only the eldest prince Yang Chengzheng and Long Xihou, but all the generals present also held swords in their hands and surrounded them, and everyone understood that the final fight had come.

I heard Yang Chengzheng roaring: "Where is the master?" Help us to kill the rebels. I saw a group of warriors protecting a person wearing a spiritual robe, and said in response: "Obey Your Highness's order, Ji Changwu, you still don't give the head, when will you wait?" ”