Just when the black-faced god threw this blow, he didn't dare to have high expectations in his heart, and it was obviously impossible to smash the head of the opposite person with this iron ring.

But this is not much of a high expectation, after all, there is still a little expectation, the three wrought steel rings on his left shoulder are not easy to use, they have been used in a siege, and the thick city gate must not be smashed.

But hundreds of meters away, the battlements on the wall were smashed, not to mention castration, and the castle houses behind them were smashed through, and they were directly inlaid on the wall of the overhead roof of the general who defended the city.

It's a pity that the specific location of the general defending the city was not visible at that time, and if he moved the distance of a palm downwards slightly, the city would have died before it was attacked.

The black-faced god stared straight at the wrought steel ring he threw out, thinking that he had been dodged, even if he rubbed it a little, he would break his tendons and fractures, so the black-faced god also felt that it was worth it.

However, the next scene was something that the black-faced god didn't expect, he looked at the Jiang Rentu dumbfounded, and actually took a deep breath in the forward rush, and then jumped up from the ground, colliding with the wrought steel ring with a big belly.

The big belly, which was already like half a round ball, became bigger for a circle or two, and the leopard eye blue light oblique shoulder armor on the body was fully propped up, and the huge leopard head looked more powerful, and the two leopard eyes seemed to be alive, flashing with a faint blue light and looking ahead.

The big mouth of the leopard's head that happened to be on the belly was deeply cracked, just like the leopard's mouth ring, and the moment it collided with the wrought steel ring, there was a loud bang, like a thunderclap on the flat ground, and the air waves on both sides were suppressed and dispersed from the point where they collided.

Time seemed to be forbidden at this moment, the black-faced god opened his eyes, and just watched Jiang Shuangtian and the forged steel ring stop in mid-air, the deep black light on the iron ring was gradually swallowed by the blue light, and the ground under his feet was forced down an inch.

But in the next moment, a muffled sound came from Jiang Shuangtian's nose, and he opened his mouth to the sky and roared, and the sound suppressed the qi waves on both sides, and he still maintained a posture of holding a sickle in mid-air.

With the roar in Jiang Shuangtian's mouth, the fat on his entire body trembled rhythmically.

The black-faced god felt at this time, and the mountain of meat hanging in front of him like a ball in the air was so majestic and mixed with a tearing domineering aura.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuangtian's big belly seemed to have moved forward again, and the forged steel ring seemed to be spit out of a leopard's mouth, how did it come from, how did it fly back, and the speed was even faster.

After the broken steel ring flew away, Jiang Shuangtian fell to the ground with a thud, and his thick and round body weighed on the ground.

At this time, where could the black-faced god still take care of Jiang Shuangtian, almost as soon as he came back to his senses from Jiang Shuangtian's extremely strange move, the iron ring he threw out himself smashed towards him.

This forged steel ring is not the bamboo sheath sword 'Green Worm' used by Li Qingqiu, the ancestor of Haoyang Mountain, nor is it the strange treasure of the Dragon Palace, as well as the independent consciousness and the act of recognizing the master.

The forged steel ring doesn't matter whose weapon it is, whoever uses it will smash it, aiming at the chest of the black-faced god and smashing it.

It is conceivable that this blow must be a few points stronger than the blow that the black-faced god himself used just now.

This blow came suddenly beyond expectations, and the speed was fast, it was too late to dodge at this time, the black-faced god's eyes were suddenly, and his reaction was also extremely fast, with both palms, palms facing outward, overlapping together, blocking an inch of his chest.

The muscles were knotted like the arms of the black iron rod bulging, and they were a little thicker, and at this moment, the black-faced god carried the Xuanyuan of the whole body, all of which were concentrated in the palm of his hand, and almost after it was done, the forged steel ring was accurately smashed on the palm of his hand.

There were two loud bangs in a row, almost in no particular order, and the moment the wrought steel ring smashed on the palm of his hand, the back of the black-faced god's hand was smashed and imprinted on his chest.

The unbearable huge force made the black-faced god not choose to resist, and his feet couldn't stop sliding backwards, or unloading.

A pair of big black feet plowed two deep marks on the ground, and it was difficult to distinguish two loud noises one after the other, the first was the broken phalanges of the black-faced god, and the second was the sound of the black-faced god's sternum breaking and the ribcage shattering.

Then, with a thud, the wrought steel ring that had been exhausted fell to the ground, looking dull, and with a snort, the black face seemed to spurt out a large mouthful of blood from his chest, spilling it onto the earth, and falling on the iron ring in dots.

A mouthful of white teeth was replaced by a mouth full of red, and the teeth were stained with the blood of the Song Min's Trident Battalion Iron Rider before, but now it was his own.

His hands hung down weakly, and after this blow, the arms of the black-faced god lost all their combat power, and they were like ornaments.

After landing on the ground, Jiang Shuangtian carried the scythe raised to his fat shoulder, patted the leopard's head on his chest with his left hand, and then touched the leopard's mouth, opened his mouth and laughed: "Haha, fortunately, my leopard's head was not smashed." ”

It turned out that Jiang Shuangtian took a deep breath before, and he would rather use his body to take the forged steel ring of the black-faced god than damage his leopard-eyed blue light oblique shoulder armor in the slightest.

Then Jiang Shuangtian pressed on the handle of the sickle, and the reddish sickle ejected, spun in the air a few times and fell, and was grasped by Jiang Shuangtian's fat five fingers, and the murderous aura that was condensed like substance on his body began to diffuse, and gradually converged on the sickle edge.

The scythe infected with murderous aura, the red light on the edge of the knife appeared even more demonic, and the light was scorching, like the eyes of death. Jiang Rentu waved his sickle downward, and pointed at the black-faced god with the sickle: "Black iron, you are good, you really have some ability." ”

The reason why the forged steel ring that was beaten back by Jiang Shuangtian just now was even more powerful was not because Jiang Shuangtian exerted much strength, but because the fat of Jiang Shuangtian's body came to push the boat down the river, exerting the power on the black-faced god, trembling and scattering, and pushing it back with a little more strength.

This Jiang Shuangtian is really not a fat man who only knows how to use brute force, and a fat man who only knows how to use brute force can not be the commander of an army.

In other words, I've seen a fat man who only knows how to use brute force use a weapon as dexterous and strange as a scythe, even though it is made of black stygian crystal, and the weight is not light.

Bai Qian, who had been looking at the battlefield between the two of them all the time, had already raised his throat at this time, and he had never shown such worry and helplessness about one thing.

"Cavalry, retreat with me, gallop to the aid of the black master!" Bai Qian rode forward, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the long flag in the hand of the flag officer, and waved it high.

"A stick of incense. The smile on Jiang Shuangtian's face narrowed, the sickle in his hand pointed at the black-faced god, his lips squirmed, and he said softly.