Ying Ziming also came to his senses immediately, and then saw that the goddess looked panicked, and was so shocked by Ying Ziming's roar that she took three steps back, her ears buzzing.

The incident happened suddenly, the goddess couldn't react, and Ying Ziming had already taken the opportunity to pounce on her.

Once she was close, the petite goddess was as fragile as a newborn bird in front of Ying Ziming.

Cold sweat broke out on the goddess's forehead, and she hurriedly retreated, continuing to speak in her mouth, wanting to use her talent to control the rampaging god of war.

Ying Ziming's mind was dizzy again, and he suddenly opened his mouth again and let out a lion's roar.

"Roar"

The goddess felt like she had been hit hard in the chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her mind control was broken by Ying Ziming.

Ying Ziming took a sharp step, reached out with his big hand, and grabbed her neck, lifting the goddess up like a chicken.

The goddess's face was pained, her silver teeth biting her lip, and she closed her eyes to die.

Ying Ziming sighed: "I rarely kill women in my life, but you are too dangerous." I can only kill you first. ”

After that, Ying Ziming used force in his hands to strangle the goddess.

However, at this moment, suddenly a stone flew from a distance, hitting Ying Ziming's wrist.

'Bang' Ying Ziming felt a numbness in his wrist, and involuntarily let go of the goddess's neck.

Ying Ziming reacted quickly, realizing that a strong enemy was coming, and with a flick of one hand, a huge force knocked the goddess unconscious, and then turned around to meet the enemy.

I saw Yuchen dressed in white, and slowly walked out of the darkness, with an indifferent expression: "Whew, I finally caught up." ”

Ying Ziming: "Your Excellency, please report your name." ”

Feather Dust: "Feather Dust." ”

Ying Ziming's pupils contracted: "You are the legendary god of war in the coalition army?"

Yu Chen nodded slightly: "Yes, according to the prophecy, I, the god of war, are specially here to restrain you, the god of war." Otherwise, no one in the coalition will be your opponent. ”

As he spoke, Yu Chen's hand grasped the hilt of the sword: "Come on, let's end this sad and ridiculous war by duel." ”

When Ying Ziming saw the hand of the hilt of the sword held by Yu Chen, he realized that the other party was a strong enemy he had never seen in his life.

Ying Ziming's eyes suddenly showed surprise and excitement, and the flame of the martial artist in his heart ignited: "My master gave me a prophecy country, and sooner or later I will meet someone like me." ”

Yu Chen: "In the prophecy, when we meet, will someone die!"

Ying Ziming nodded: "Yes." ”

Both are the same kind of people.

They are all invincible, people who can compare with the gods with the body of mortals.

In this void world, I am afraid that only Ying Ziming can resist the spiritual attack of the goddess.

In this void realm, no one can match Ying Ziming, the god of war, except for Yu Chen, an outsider.

Ying Ziming also held the hilt of his knife: "I, Ying Ziming, have never met an opponent in my life, so I just have to wait for this day." To be able to fight with a peak powerhouse like Your Excellency, although I die without hatred. ”

Both sides have no spiritual power, only the speed and explosiveness of the physical body.

When a master makes a move, he often decides life and death in a short period of time.

Both sides will almost burst out with a lifetime of experience, comprehension, and combat effectiveness in an instant.

Ying Ziming held the hilt of the knife and did not make a move easily.

Because he has to wait for Yuchen's negligence, for him to show his flaws.

The camp was still full of shouts of death, and explosions were everywhere.

Hundreds of coalition soldiers retreated like a tide, but at the same time, Yu Chen's dragon tooth chess soldiers had already launched a terrifying counterattack against Ying Ziming's Guards Legion.

But neither of them paid attention to the voices around them, because their mental and physical abilities were gradually reaching their peak.

The moment they really reach the top, they'll make a move.

Whoever reaches the top first will have a head start.

"Choke"

Both sides shot almost simultaneously.

Ying Ziming drew his sword, and Yuchen drew his sword.

No one could see their swords drawn, not even their shadows.

The black-clothed military division, who was seriously wounded and fell to the ground, was the only witness to this epic battle.

At that moment, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The two peerless powerhouses exerted their immortal-like combat power with their physical bodies alone.

You can't see the battle at all, only the sound of the blades clashing.

The blades of both of them struck out like lightning.

At this moment, the bodies of both sides seemed to turn into souls, and they became free to flow in the air like the wind.

The black-clothed military division suddenly felt the flow of the wind, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly lay down on the sand, not even daring to raise his head.

In the next second, the big tent beside her was cut to pieces.

Both gods of war have completely entered the realm of selflessness, and in their eyes everything in the world has become nothing, even their own physical bodies have become nothing.

The two only have each other's moves in their eyes.

"Ding"

In the flash of light, Yu Chen had already made two sword moves.

Type 1: Aoxue Sinking Boat!

The second style: the wind passes without a trace!

Yingzi Ming took them one by one, but his forehead was already full of sweat.

Very few people can catch one of Yu Chen's sword moves, but he can catch two moves, which is already very strong.

But that's his limit.

When Yu Chen used the third sword move, Ying Ziming's face suddenly showed an extremely frightened expression.

The wind and sand in the sky seemed to have stopped suddenly.

Under the shroud of this sword, there is no life at all.

It's not because time has stopped, but because the speed of this sword is beyond Ying Ziming's imagination.

The third form of Feather Dust is called: Black Lotus Burial Moon.

It's a sword pose full of death.

As soon as this sword style came out, the knife in Ying Ziming's hand was dead, and all the sword moves were locked by Yu Chen.

Then all his power was taken from him.

In the end, Ying Ziming's life was also taken.

Feather Dust's blade had sliced his throat with a single sword.

Although, Yuchen rarely meets an opponent like Ying Ziming, and he is very sorry in his heart.

However, he also knew very well that in the event of a decisive battle, there must be no mercy.

But when Yuchen's sword blade cut Ying Ziming's throat, Ying Ziming's eyes were thorough and he calmly accepted death.

Die under such a sword technique, not wronged.

The god of war fell, and his sword shattered.

At the dying moment, Ying Ziming asked Yuchen in ventriloquism: "What is the name of this sword style." ”

Yu Chen: "Black Lotus Burial Moon." ”

Ying Ziming smiled bitterly: "I thought you and I were the same kind of people, but I didn't expect you to be much stronger than me." Alas, I lost so completely. I love these kinds of fights though. Thank you. ”

Yuchen: "Thank me for what?"

Ying Ziming: "Thank you for not killing me in the first place." Let me see your third form. You're so strong that you didn't use your true strength until the end. ”

Yuchen: "。。。。。 ”

Ying Ziming: "The world says that I can compare with the gods in the body of a mortal, and when I saw your sword, I realized that those who tout me are frogs at the bottom of the well." ”

Yu Chen: "Your physical combat power can indeed be called the god of war in the human world." If you go to the outside world to practice the Immortal Cultivation Method and get the nourishment of the rich aura, you will inevitably advance by leaps and bounds, dozens of times stronger than you are now, and your future will be limitless. In the future, he will become a god, and he is also a very strong immortal. ”

Ying Ziming: "Haha, it's a pity to say that. Is there really a world full of aura? I was born in such a sad and desolate world, and I am the frog at the bottom of the well. Alas, what a pity. It's a shame. ”

Ying Ziming's voice gradually weakened, his heartbeat and breathing gradually stopped, and his hands and feet were cold.

He threw a piece of Tiger Talisman to Yuchen, and then closed his eyes calmly: "Seeing the Tiger Talisman is like seeing me, you hold my Tiger Talisman, and my subordinates will obey your orders." Please don't slaughter my men and make them surrender. ”

After speaking, a generation of war gods passed away suddenly.