Covered in blood.
Most of the true energy was consumed.
He wanted to see how Ying Wuji could break out of the encirclement.
It's really his own fault. He deserves it to be in this helpless and isolated situation!
Ji Dong also raised his head.
His expression was quite indifferent.
From the perspective of interests, saving Ying Wuji will benefit him more.
However, he wanted to take this opportunity to see the true strength of the demon's nest. After all, judging from the situation, Ying Wuji should have really figured out the situation inside.
The Demon Nest will certainly not hold back when encircling and killing Ying Wuji. Although the masters of the Chu State are not weak, it is almost impossible for them to provide any help to Ying Wuji if they rush forward in this situation.
Although Ying Wuji was in danger this time, even if he really died, it would not be anyone's fault. A waste was not worthy of being his ally.
He just had this thought.
A loud horse neighing was heard from the sky.
Soon, a demonic tide covered the sky and the sun, and dazzling golden light shone through the gaps.
The body of Emperor Zhuanxu?
The art of burning blood?
In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be silent.
The surging blood energy in the sky made everyone tremble involuntarily, and their eyes looking up at the sky were filled with inexplicable horror.
This feeling.
It was like facing an ancient god of war.
Is this the value of the holy spiritual body of Emperor Zhuanxu after it breaks through the soldier realm?
"Teng!"
The Chu people who had just risen into the air stopped one after another.
They felt that Ying Wuji didn't need to be rescued by them.
Mi Duo turned to look at Mi Xingli and asked in a deep voice: "Xingli! Do you still remember the gun technique of falling from the sky?"
Mi Xingli: "..."
I seem to remember.
There is a move in the Mi family's inherited spear technique that everyone who can use a spear has learned. The ultimate form is as if it falls from the sky, and it requires a soldier with an extremely strong physique to perform it. When it is performed to the extreme, it is like a meteorite falling to the ground, and one person can destroy the battle formation.
It's not a magical power.
It doesn't even count as martial arts or magic.
Simplicity is the embodiment of ultimate power.
This inheritance originated from Emperor Zhuanxu, and the Ying and Zhao families should also have it, but according to records, the last person who could use this move can be traced back to ancient times.
Wuji he...
This thought just came to my mind.
It was as if a fireball suddenly fell from the sky.
Like a fireball, the powerful pressure can be felt from a long distance away.
Destroy with overwhelming force.
Directly broke through the blockade of the monster tide.
Without any obstacles, the man and the horse landed steadily.
Thousands of pounds of armor, thousands of pounds of warhorse, plus a heavy spear and the weight of Ying Wuji himself.
A deep pit was smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
This blow seemed to hit everyone's heart, and their hearts trembled at the same time.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Ying Wuji, covered in blood and mud, finally showed up.
The spear even had the corpses of two big demons and several small demons pierced through it.
Just like kebabs.
"Damn it!"
Ying Wuji cursed: "I can't beat the big monsters, so how can I beat you?"
As he said this, he lowered his spear.
He stepped on the demon corpse and kicked it hard, pulling all the meat skewers off. Blood was spurting out from the gun barrel.
The scene was silent.
Everyone: “…”
this……
This, this, this.
What kind of hunk is this?
Mi Xingli's eyes moved slightly. This body is so strong...
Nangong Ling's face was gloomy. He had just led the troops and used all his strength to establish his prestige, but it felt like half of it was snatched away by Ying Wuji in an instant.
Ying Wuque's expression was extremely unnatural.
broken!
Why do I feel like a sissy in front of him?
Ying Wuque looked up at the corpse of Kunpeng in the sky, then looked at Bai Jie next to him, and felt that they were not on the same level at all. Could it be that only those who have had sex with Kunpeng can be called real men?
Ji Dong stood on the city wall and looked at Ying Wuji thoughtfully.
That move just now did not involve any skill; it was pure strength.
Powerful, but low-level.
Even such a huge wave of monsters was broken through by Ying Wuji.
He shook his head and turned away.
Oh!
The demon race is nothing more than this.
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