"Roar!"
The black tiger looked up to the sky and roared, then the tiger's body sank, its thick and powerful hind legs kicked hard, leaving ten deep marks on the ground, and it rushed towards Chen Xing. Wei Qinghai held the Mitsubishi saber with both hands and ejected it like a cannonball, stabbing Chen Xing in the chest.
Chen Xing clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, condensing the last strength. He had completely given up on defense and was preparing to launch a fatal blow. No matter what happened, he would die together.
In an instant, the play by the river flashed in my mind, the colorful stones at the bottom of the river were ruggedly shiny, the joy in the underground training ground flashed, and the beautiful face smiled like a flower. Finally, the scene freezes at the moment of first encounter. In the noisy bar, she raised her head and looked into his eyes. The water in his eyes was full of water, as if a giant flying by, causing ripples.
"I'm sorry, I can't go back..."
Chen Xing said silently in his heart, everything in his eyes gradually became blurred, losing all color, leaving only a little red light on Wei Qinghai's throat.
He relaxed his tense body, held the handle of the knife, and breathed out slowly. The shadows in his pupils are getting bigger and bigger, as if he can smell the fishy smell in the tiger's mouth. Just as blood was about to splash three feet away, the space behind him suddenly distorted, and blue cracks opened out of thin air.
"Ouch!"
A ray of silver light shot out at extremely high speed, passing over his head in an arc, knocking the charging black tiger away in the air.
A huge white wolf appeared in everyone's sight, with silver hair like snow and scarlet eyes. A murderous aura filled the air. It was imposing and majestic.
At the moment of life and death, the spirit body of the Wolf King broke free from its restraints, tore through the void, and appeared on the ring. It and Chen Xing are symbiotic, and if one dies, both will die. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he had to come out to help.
Seeing the appearance of the giant wolf, the whole audience was shocked. Unexpectedly, Chen Xing also had a Yuling, and the aura exuding from his body was exactly the same. It didn't look like it was forcibly grafted and stuffed by an expert.
Wei Haitang, who was sitting on the assistant's bench, had his eyes wide open and his eyes were about to burst. He tried to rush to the ring to help several times, but was held back by the two national masters.
"Lord, no!" "This is not our Silver Eagle Territory. The king and parliament are watching."
Under the persuasion of the two imperial masters, Wei Haitang was panting like an ox and his eyes were about to bleed.
There was a sudden change, and Wei Qinghai on the court looked horrified and rolled and crawled away from Chen Xing.
Chen Xing's Yuling comes from his own body, and is the object of blood fusion, blood and milk/fusion, and spiritual connection. It is not at all forced to be used by external forces like Wei Qinghai. In essence, Black Tiger is just the Yuling who assists his master and is forcibly grafted into his domain. It's like a poor cheap car equipped with the engine of a sky-high-priced sports car. Many parts can't keep up. The potential is squeezed to the extreme, but there are still many problems, and it seems that it will fall apart at any time.
Wolf Spirit knocked away the black tiger and returned to Chen Xing, his body sinking slightly. The two had a spiritual connection, and Chen Xing immediately understood its meaning, turned over and rode on the wolf's back.
"Roar!"
The black tiger got up from the ground, shook his head, roared, and rushed towards the wolf spirit. The master is retreating, but it is advancing, and it is clear at a glance that it is alienated from others.
On the other side, the man-wolf was focused on evading and running around the edge of the field.
The biting wind made his clothes rustle. Chen Xing, who was riding on the back of the wolf, took out various potions and sprayed them all over his body.
The black tiger's speed was completely inferior to that of the wolf spirit, and he was thrown away a large distance in an instant. The black tiger was furious and stood there roaring. Chen Xing stopped the bleeding, replenished his psychic energy, and transformed one into three. He took out the big black eagle, SCAR, and silver star respectively, and launched a charged shot at the black tiger.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Click!"
The bullet hit the black tiger, and fragments of the starburst flew out. It roared and pursued hard, but the speed was so far apart that it had no choice but to be beaten. But its owner was so frightened that he huddled in the corner and didn't dare to get close.
"go to hell!"
A psychic armor-piercing bullet blasted out, shattering the gem on Black Tiger's forehead. The black tiger shattered into pieces and turned into little bits of star sand.
Seeing the last ace disappearing, Wei Qinghai showed a desperate expression and looked helplessly at his father in the audience. Chen Xing rode a wolf and looked at him condescendingly.
"You harmed my maid!"
"Today, I will use the name of Lin Shuyao..." Chen Xing slowly raised the Black Star pistol loaded with "Spirit Breaking Bullet", concentrated his spiritual energy, and pointed it at Wei Qinghai's chest.
Sometimes destroying the opponent is more cruel and grinding than killing the opponent directly. Leaving the opponent hanging for half his life would be worse than death, and it would consume Wei Haitang's energy and the Silver Claw Principality's treasury to a certain extent.
"you dare!"
Chen Xing turned his head, and Wei Haitang stared at him, his eyes like bells, and his hair growing angrily like a furious lion.
"Dad, save me, Dad!" Wei Qinghai cried desperately, as if grasping the last straw, without the image of a prince at all.
"If you dare to hurt my son, I will destroy all nine of your clans!" Wei Haitang pointed at Chen Xing and glared angrily.
Chen Xing grinned and smiled.
"Bang!"
The gun muzzle spurted out tongues of blue flames, and Wei Qinghai fell to the ring like a kite with its strings cut off.
Suddenly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the glass of the Crystal Palace and saw that sunny smile.
At the same time, in front of the TV, the middle-aged woman who was staring at the screen shed tears.
"Sister, the Baron has avenged you!"
The little boy next to the woman shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted his voice to reach heaven and let his dear sister hear it. The older girl sobbed silently, tears streaming down her face.
"Wow!"
In the venue, Wei Haitang ran wildly and picked up his son on the ground.
Upon inspection, he was furious. Life is in danger, and the spiritual pool is broken. All evolution is based on the use of spiritual energy, whether active or passive. Once the spiritual pool is broken, it will become a useless person, with physical fitness worse than ordinary people.
Wei Haitang picked up his son and handed it to the Imperial Master who followed him, then slowly turned around and looked at Chen Xing. When people are extremely angry, they calm down.
"Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he said three hellos in a row. His momentum surged in vain, his robes billowed, and the huge pressure was overwhelming.
Black mist spewed out around the arena, and twelve huge figures walked out of the black mist. He is tall, majestic and majestic, like a giant elephant from ancient times.
"Twelve Knights of the Round Table!"
The audience was in an uproar. Among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Wei Haitang expanded his territory and became famous in one battle.
In an instant, everyone looked at Chen Xing with sympathy. Marquis Haitang has lost his temper and wants to vent his anger on his son. Even though Chen Xing brought them many surprises, facing the huge gap in strength, Chen Xing was unable to resist.
Guard level and lord level are not the same concept at all. The lord level can communicate with the earth's veins and continuously draw spiritual energy from the earth's core. Compared with the thin spiritual energy in the air, it is the difference between the sea and the pool.
The leading Round Table warrior holds a giant sword in both hands, his simple armor shines brightly, and his red cloak is like a waterfall. It is extremely huge, more than twenty meters high. The other round table knights held various weapons, such as battle axes, silver swords, halberds, and meteor hammers. In comparison, the humans in the field were like hamsters.
Looking at the imperial spirit that resembled a mountain, Chen Xing slowly drew out his long sword and pointed the blade at the Lord of the Silver Claw Kingdom.
He doesn't have a prominent family, powerful parents, or incomparable strength, but he has a truly proud heart and the courage to face life and death.
No matter if he is a king or a legend, no matter if he is a dragon or a demon, no matter if he is a mountain or a sea. He would die on the road to charge like he did in his previous life, instead of running away.
"Crush him into a pulp!"
Wei Haitang roared and pointed at Chen Xing. The huge Knight of the Round Table raised his feet, and the ground rumbled and shook, as if the building was about to collapse and both heaven and earth were destroyed.
On top of her own war drum, Jian Yue Cang Lian pulled out her family's Heavenly Crow Sword and held it across her neck. There was determination in her eyes. If Chen Xing was killed, she would die and go with him.
Old K clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
"Is there any royal law left in this world?"
"Is there any more fairness?" Lao Ji shouted loudly, but no one responded. This is the law of the world, the strong are respected and the weak eat the strong.
Suddenly, the Knights of the Round Table all stopped and their movements froze, as if time had suddenly stopped.
Wei Haitang's eyes widened in disbelief, and Yu Ling conveyed fear and uneasiness to him.
"You, what are you afraid of?"
"Who is it? Who is there?"
Wei Haitang was talking to himself, his voice trembling, as if he was crazy, like an overly frightened beast.
As soon as he finished speaking, tall and fit figures appeared on the stage. From virtuality to reality, first it becomes emptiness and transparency, then it becomes translucent, and finally it becomes entity.
Her long hair was tied up high, her red lips were like fire under the black eye mask, the leather jacket and leather pants that hugged her body outlined her hot curves, three rows of cold ripper knives were buckled on her thighs, and she wore straight long high heels. Leather boots look proud and powerful.
There is danger in the beauty, and there is madness in the sexiness. Black figures appeared in circles, from the inside out, filling the entire arena.
You know, the diameter of the arena is hundreds of meters, totaling more than 60,000 square meters. If you want to fill the space, you need at least thousands of people.
"Oh my god, it's the Black Widow!" "The third prince and concubine!" "No wonder you dare to fight with the king, it turns out that the backstage is so tough." The audience talked a lot.
Black Widow, a scout of the Trillis Succubus Army, is an evil woman whose body is sleeping in the deep glaciers in the deepest undercurrent of time and space. She is born with the ability to be invisible, bloodthirsty and violent, uses a ripper as a weapon, is proficient in thunder and lightning skills, and can travel from a distance. It can be used in melee combat.
Immediately afterwards, the sky darkened, and countless blood-red chariots poked out of the clouds, with white bones as frames and flesh and blood as wheels. They were ferocious and terrifying.
The Blood Chariot, the flying unit of the Succubus Legion, can release a highly corrosive rain of blood.
Two huge space cracks opened on both sides of the stadium, four huge arms like ships stretched out, and the bone spurs on the iron gloves were intertwined.
"Oh my God, it's the Queen of Thorns. How big is she!" "No one has seen her before, but judging from her arms, she might be bigger than this stadium."
The Queen of Thorns, the core combat unit of the Succubus Legion, is extremely large and can throw its steel whip a thousand meters away.
Tall and strong female warriors walked out of the crack along their huge arms. They were muscular and thicker than ordinary men. Wearing a bone helmet on his head, leather pants with suspenders, a chest wrap tied around his plump chest, and a two-handed giant ax on his shoulder.
"Look, it's a female butcher." "Oh my god, this woman is too tall." "She must be more than two meters tall. It is said that they are fallen Valkyries." "Shh, don't talk nonsense..."
The Female Butcher is a melee unit in the Succubus Legion. She is extremely powerful and can lift mountains and carry cauldrons. She uses a two-handed giant ax to strangle everything in front of her with the power of a whirlwind.
On the other steel arm, walking out was a female warrior wearing black leather armor, a javelin barrel slung across her back, and a ponytail. Their bodies are equally hot, with curvy bodies and explosive muscles.
"Dark Amazon!" "That's the Thunder Javelin."
Dark Amazon, a long-range unit in the Succubus Legion, uses thunder javelins to attack enemies and has excellent melee capabilities.
In the cracks, phantoms of color overlapped, and swarm-like figures flew out. In an instant, the beauty was boundless, and there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air.
"Be careful of pollen, don't breathe it in." "Hurry and cover your mouth with your clothes!"
A semen-sucking succubus, a magical evil spirit, charming and enchanting, good at using poison, and a kiss is fatal.
Wei Haitang was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of the Succubus Army. It is already so massive that it is hard to imagine the sight of them all coming out. This is the power of a king, vast and boundless, like the stars.
At some point, a hazy mist appeared on the royal family's seats.
"The leader of Silver Claw Principality, Wei Haitang."
A clear and translucent voice came from the mist,
"Do you still have laws in your eyes?"
His voice suddenly became cold and sharp as a knife, "But there is still me!"
As the sound sounded, the mist gradually dispersed, revealing the true appearance of the figure in the mist.
For a moment, everyone forgot to breathe.
Chen Xing was stunned. Even though he had seen countless top beauties, he was still stunned.
He has never seen such a beautiful woman, breathtakingly beautiful, not even in his dreams. She is worthy of the title of "the most beautiful woman in the world".
Her face is like snow, her eyes are like stars, her waist is plump, and her breasts are impressive.
He is nearly 1.8 meters tall, only a few centimeters shorter than Ye Yang Bailiu, and his chest is so plump that it looks like a heavy papaya.
Her beauty is a mature beauty, a stunning beauty that brings out the charm of a woman to the extreme. The whole person is like a large overripe berry, round and full, with a red color. The thin, translucent peel reveals the aroma of the pulp, as if the sweet juice will spurt out with just a pinch.
It has to be said that in front of such a woman, the youthfulness, vitality, purity, cuteness, tenderness, and coquettishness of a girl have to be put aside. Her existence seems to declare to all young girls: Look, this is a real woman.
Perhaps because he felt that the atmosphere on the field had become a little strange, or perhaps because the focus of the party's wishes was deviated, the mist quickly closed. The extremely beautiful face gradually disappeared, as if something had been lost, and everyone couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy in their hearts.
"Wei Haitang, answer me!"
The voice became extremely sharp, and the dream fell into pieces. Only then did everyone remember the terror of that woman, and their whole bodies suddenly became as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Thinking of fucking the queen?
Look at this army that covers the sky and the sun. It can only be countered by gathering half of the power of Ambergris River.
"My lord, I know that I am guilty."
Wei Haitang's feet softened and he knelt down, along with the twelve Round Table knights. The giant knee landed on the ground, making a roaring sound. Without the support of the old king here, he could only surrender.
"How can you explain why you allowed your son to kill the college maid?"
The voice in the fog sounded again, with a gentle tone, but full of endless majesty.
"I, I don't know how to teach my son, and I have failed in my father's duty." Wei Haitang lowered his head and said.
"Then how should you deal with it?" The voice paused, "Your son."
Wei Haitang was silent for a few seconds, finally closed his eyes and said painfully, "Deal with justice, exile to the Black Death Continent!"
"I hope you are true to your word, otherwise..."
The mist dissipated, leaving no one on the seats, leaving only high-pitched voices echoing in the hall.
"I will personally come to your door and slaughter your entire Wei clan!"
As Trilis left, the succubus army was like a gust of wind blowing by, turning into stardust all over the sky.
At this time, Chen Xing had already taken advantage of the chaos to return to his assistant's bench, led a group of his men into the player tunnel, and left quietly. As the saying goes, long nights lead to many dreams, so leaving early and giving birth in the morning is the last word.
