The breath was sluggish for only a moment.
His eyes blinked and opened again.
Liu Chenjiang's eyes were full of iron and perseverance.
"The world is dominated by my generation!"
A horizontal chop!
Liu Chenjiang laughed loudly, as if the overlord of Chu had taken off his armor and fought with great pride.
In a near-death battle, his momentum rose instead of falling, more like a strong man returning to his glory.
However, Liu Chenjiang seemed to notice that Bai Jiang's swordsmanship, with all his heroic spirit, was stacked on top of each other for thirteen consecutive cuts.
Sound waves distort the air.
The white mist is vertical and horizontal, like a surging river, and it is endless, bringing with it rolling thunder.
Dozens of zombies even kept flying in the air, and instantly collapsed into powder.
All living creatures within twenty meters disappeared.
The muscle fibers of the two fog warriors, which were comparable to nano-armor, were cut into deep ravines, like rocks that had been knocked away.
"Once you enter the world, time will rush you!"
Liu Chenjiang's chest roared again, and he slashed vertically with his sword, like Pangu opening the sky, falling straight to the earth.
boom!
As if echoing Liu Chenjiang's roar, the sword's power rose in the storm, with the blade as the boundary, and all the left and right sides were turned up.
The members of the Junshui tribe, who were determined to die, gathered their strength and charged forward like spears.
Liu Chenjiang is worthy of the name of Nine Levels of Gale. This style of cutting off the river deserves the title of King of War!
When he felt that nearly half of his body's strength was being tilted out with the sword, and when he was feeling exhausted, Liu Chenjiang also felt the most wanton and joyful moment in his life.
Looking back on all the past events, they are nothing but clouds.
"While talking and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, it is more drunk than anyone else in the world -"
Liu Chenjiang reached the pinnacle moment of his life.
It was the most unbridled moment of cathartic power.
No need to worry about the way out.
Because there is no way out.
Because behind him is the country and the country.
As a general who has fought hundreds of battles and a role model for the army, he has already engraved honor and loyalty into his blood.
Watching Liu Chenjiang burning his last strength, moving forward and fighting to the death without retreating.
The remaining twenty-four tribesmen, including Zhou Zhong, had tears blurring their eyes at the same time.
Everyone gritted their teeth and roared from the bottom of their hearts, charging together with their team leader.
"Eat, die!"
A low roar came from the distance.
The two fog warriors who had been shot twice raised their heads and roared. On the exposed gray muscles of their whole bodies, those withered blood vessels actually sprouted many slender tentacles, swinging towards the outside world, as if they were frantically absorbing the surging power in the fog.
The ring-shaped ribs surrounding the heart began to shrink under the astonishing force, and actually pulled the heart back together. The traces left behind were quickly covered by the crazy growth of muscle tissue.
The actions of the two [Mists] seemed to be responded to by Mist.
You can see the mist that is constantly flowing into their bodies with just your eyes.
crackle.
The process of muscle fibers breaking down and healing is repeated rapidly.
The bodies of the two [Wushi] began to grow taller.
In an instant, he became a gray-white giant about 270 centimeters tall.
That body of muscles carries a terrifying and shocking biological beauty.
Not even a laboratory can reproduce this perfect muscle specimen.
The two fog warriors just stretched their arms at will, making a dent in the air around them.
Bend your knees and press down.
Ten meters of ground suddenly settled.
boom!
The sinking earth trembled, and the figures of the two fog warriors disappeared.
Two more gray meteorites appeared in mid-air. They seemed to be carrying the power of crashing from space, forcing out umbrella-shaped airflow and crashing into them instantly.
Liu Chenjiang took a long step forward, raised his waist and twisted his hips, and flattened his sword, as if he was pulling back with a thousand tons of force.
Astonishing air waves began to rise wantonly.
His body is getting weaker, but the fighting spirit in his eyes has risen to an unprecedented high.
Liu Chenjiang coughed up an arrow of blood, which sank deeply into the soil.
A prairie fire bloomed with brilliant sparks. Liu Chenjiang carried all he had for the rest of his life and the epitome of the will of thousands of Yanhuang soldiers to launch the final counterattack against the enemy at the end of his life.
His voice, filled with blood and tears, with a hoarseness that tore the sky apart, resounded high-pitched throughout this land of death.
"May our human race pass on the fire from generation to generation and keep flying high!"
In one move, the Baijiang River collapsed and set off a huge wave of air, like water bursting from a dike, rolling back into the sky.
The blood of the twenty-four people behind him was burning with passion, and they followed that figure with the intention of dying, advancing like knives.
With the final determination in Liu Chenjiang's eyes, he faced the two fog warriors who were more powerful than ever before...
Hit it hard!
"My Yanhuang Army soul is immortal!"
…
call……
The gentle air flow curled up and brushed against his ears.
At this moment, all the sounds in the entire battlefield seemed to have disappeared, leaving a kind of sinking silence.
The whooshing sound of the corpse.
Kiroshi's muscles knitted.
The shouts of the people behind him as they jumped up.
At this moment, everything disappeared silently.
All the sounds seemed like they didn't exist at all.
The whole world seems to be at a standstill due to some kind of existence.
No, or it's like something has been slowed down.
Only Liu Chenjiang, who was extremely powerful, could barely move his eyes to find the source of all the strangeness.
A breeze blew across my cheeks, bringing with it a cool feeling.
The sky?
Lifting his eyelids, Liu Chenjiang's eyes flashed with confusion.
He saw the black dot that suddenly appeared.
The long tail flame came with a dead air current, tearing apart the space, like a comet suddenly flashing across the sky, and it had already landed above the head when his thoughts had just unfolded.
Dazzling.
Is that a turbo rocket?
That kaleidoscope-like ionized air mass at the tail should be a Chibi VI rocket with a speed of up to 1700 meters/second?
So the figure standing on the rocket with hands behind his back is probably an illusion.
Um……
Figure!
Liu Chenjiang's pupils shrank to pinpoints in an instant.
It was as if electric current was passing through the whole body, with an incredible shock.
Liu Chenjiang was still rising in the air.
The rockets have already sunk into the ground ahead.
The figure standing with hands behind his back looked down at the earth, his feet landed lightly on the ground, as if they were tamped casually when the rockets sank into the earth.
Then, he looked up calmly.
--boom!
Fifty meters away, a whole circle of land was raised, and dust waves tens of meters high were raised at the same time. Fiery clouds of fire rose like a wall of sighs, separating the inside and outside.
The twenty-four tribesmen felt like dragons churning under their feet, and the heaven and earth shook.
The warhead originally exploded the moment it hit the ground, but under the pressure of that random kick, it penetrated a full ten meters deep before finally detonating.
The upward high-pressure air flow was stepped back by the kick of the figure with his hands behind his back.
The circular earth, a hundred meters in diameter, first shook upwards, then fell back heavily after rising no more than 1 centimeter.
In the ear...
It was a second or third explosion like a mountain collapsing.
Liu Chenjiang, twenty-four tribesmen, two fog warriors, hundreds of mysterious corpses...
All were reverberated by the momentum accumulated in that figure.
Liu Chenjiang felt the wave of air hitting his face and passed him by.
Then, he watched blankly as the white waves rolled up around his blade dissipated silently.
The accumulated strength in his body also dissipated silently, and the cells that were struggling to burn seemed to be extinguished and soaked by a clear spring water.
Life returns to the body.
Liu Chenjiang stumbled to the ground, his mind in confusion, and he only heard a soft voice. He raised his head blankly, and forcefully opened his eyelids that were already weak and heavy due to fatigue.
The figure turned his back to him and walked calmly towards the two tireless and energetic fog warriors.
The voice is gentle and calm, which makes people feel inexplicably reassured.
It makes people want to cry inexplicably.
"You are right, Colonel Liu."
…
"Time will pass, and we will be immortal."
…
"You've done enough."
"So, just leave it to me."
The figure looked back slightly, revealing an angular profile.
The straight military uniform is not stained by any dust.
The way he looked when he first met him was not like a soldier coming to fight, but more like an officer participating in a major ceremony.
Sunny and warm.
"You are..." Liu Chenjiang lost his voice.
"My surname is Lu, and my given name is named Ze."
"The beauty of all things."
