"Scum?" a deep and powerful voice came from the other direction of the mountain forest: "The stubborn, stubborn old fellow, as long as he can kill the enemy, any means are reasonable." We only look at the final effect, but we never think about whether the means are glorious or not!"

The subtle sound of metal crashing came, and more than 200 tall and burly warriors, led by a burly man with a height of nearly two feet, carried various heavy weapons such as large knives and heavy axes, and strode out of the mountains and forests.

The burly man shook the heavy mace in his hand, pointed at the black sharp cone on the mace and sneered: "Our weapons are all quenched with poison, and they are highly poisonous mixed with the venom of 10,000 kinds of poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and poisonous beasts.

Dahan pointed at the king of war and sneered: "You say we are scum? So, the king of the god of war mountain, who claims to be the orthodox god of war, dare to fight alone with me?"

The war king gritted his teeth and stared at the big man with a cold expression: "Report your name! You are so powerful, but I have never seen you in the God of War Mountain!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the war king glared at the big man: "You, not the people of the land of God's blessing, you ...... It's ......"

Dahan slowly raised the mace in his hand, he stared at the king of war and said coldly: "That's right, the king of the God of War Mountain, I am the spirit of war, we are from the heavens and continents, we are not you shrunken turtles who are struggling in the land of divine blessings, we are the ones who really remember the glory of our ancestors and are trying to restore the glory of our ancestors!"

"Divine Palace!" the War King gritted his teeth and sneered: "I should have thought a long time ago that the descendants of the Thunder God, the descendants of the Night God, and the descendants of the God of War who insulted the glory of the ancestral gods and quenched poison on weapons, only the madmen of the Divine Palace would do this!"

Someone came out of the mountains and forests again, dozens of descendants of the night god with thin bodies and daggers in both hands.

The children of the night gods walked in a strange way, the sun was shining high, and they were always only in the shadow of the giant trees. Their figures were vague, like wisps of swaying shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the other direction of the mountain forest, more than 100 red-skinned big men walked out, these big men rolled with heat all over their bodies, and there were faint flame lines looming under the skin, which was clearly a group of descendants of the fire gods, and the hair and eyes of the leading big man turned red, which was clearly the comprehension of the power of flames to reach a very high level.

A strong wind rose from the ground, and figures wrapped in the wind quickly ran out of the mountain forest.

When these people ran, they brought up the afterimage of the road, and nearly 100 people ran, but it was like a thousand troops and horses, stirring up the mountains and forests in a radius of hundreds of acres, and the momentum was extremely loud.

The descendants of the wind god!And all of them have activated the power of the bloodline, and can manipulate the wind, especially the figure in the lead, his lower body has turned into a blurry whirlwind, and the wind around him has condensed into almost substance.

The War King shook the war hammer in his hand, his face gradually became serious, he looked at the more and more enemies around him, gritted his teeth and said: "You actually have so many people, there are so many crazy people from the Divine Palace who have infiltrated the territory of the God of War Mountain! Do you want to start a war with the God of War Mountain?"

The war spirit shook the mace in his hand, and pressed towards the war king step by step, he laughed loudly: "What about the war? Do you shrunken turtles still dare to leave the Divine Blessed Land and run to the heavens and continents to find trouble for us?"

The war spirit sneered, "You don't dare! You only know that with the help of the power of the Divine Blessed Land, you will slowly decay here, and slowly forget the primeval past, and forget the glory of your ancestors. You are a bunch of unmotivated old waste, and sooner or later, you will be swept away by us, and we will use the blood of demons to reforge the glory of our ancestors. ”

The mace brought up a black fury and smashed it into the war king.

The Warlord picked up the hammer with both hands and slammed it on the mace.

There was a loud bang, and there was not a single strong wind leaking out, and the control of the war king and the war spirit over their own strength was already strong to the extreme, and all the power was injected on the enemy ten out of ten, without any waste.

The war king's body bulged with green tendons, and the ground under his feet 'banged' loudly, and dozens of towering trees nearby shook at the same time, and then collapsed with a huge crackling sound.

The war spirit was pale, the muscles of his arms were bulging, and with a 'click', the skin of his two arms cracked, and a large amount of blood spilled out, his body shook, and his two thighs bulged violently, he wanted to stabilize his body, but in the end he had to take more than a dozen steps backwards, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The War King looked at the war spirit and shook his head gently: "Doll, I am indeed an old guy who has lived for more than two thousand years, compared to an old guy like me, you are still too tender! Strength, combat skills, as well as the will to fight, and the enthusiasm to fight, you owe too much!"

"The true essence of the power of the god of war is fearlessness, indomitability, and the courage to crush all enemies with pure violence! When you quench poison on your weapon for the first time, you have no hope of mastering the true power of the god of war!" The king of war sneered and said disdainfully: "The root of the power of the god of war is a heart that belongs to a true warrior!"

A bolt of fire erupted from the slanted thorn, turning into a fiery dragon and sweeping towards the War King.

Another hurricane swept in, whistling towards the War King.

More than a dozen daggers flashed strangely in the air, and the poisonous daggers silently pierced the vital points of the war king.

The leaders of these shrines that came out of the mountains and forests belonged, and they launched a surprise attack on the Battle King almost at the same time. Even the war spirit, who was smashed backwards again and again by the hammer of the war king, and his arms were not shallowly injured, also roared and strode forward.

Chu Tian held the Frog Sword and was about to go up to help, when the War King suddenly took a deep breath, and then raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar.

A loud bang shook the mountains, and a terrifying sonic boom erupted from the side of the War King, the void shook, and the earth cracked a terrible crack with a length of a hundred feet, the flames, the wind, and the dagger that was about to touch the War King's skin shattered at the same time, and the war spirit who strode up with a mace screamed even more, he dropped the mace with both hands, and retreated sharply back with his blood-spurting ears.

"It's a little shameless!" Chu Tian laughed, he grabbed an egg-sized thunder bead, and shook his hand to hit the war spirit.

The blue-purple thunder bead smashed heavily on the chest of the war spirit, a loud bang came, and a terrible thunder burst out, the thunder covered the mountains and forests within a radius of dozens of zhang, the body of the war spirit was blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and a strong thunderbolt shuttled wildly in his body, making him hiss and wail in pain, and actually shed tears.

"Shame, descendant of the god of war, how can you cry your nose?" The king of war held the war hammer in both hands and said calmly: "If you are my son, you dare to cry in front of me, I will directly break your two legs!"

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