The wild wolf opened the "cloth" in front of his eyes and walked out.
At this time, there was still a sea of blood and mountains of flesh outside, and screams and shouts of killing were endless.
He lay on the city wall, tilting his head and watching his fellow citizens being pushed off the city wall one by one.
Not far away from him, there was another person lying there - the protector beside Marquis Yan.
He suddenly gained strength, sat up suddenly, and rushed forward, trying to kill him unprepared.
"Wait a minute!" There was a cry from high in the sky, "This person is of great use to our northern region, take him back first and then kill him!" At this time, two people fell from the sky, and one of them blocked the master and killed him. He put it on his shoulders and was about to turn around and leave.
Looking at the two people in front of him, he shouted excitedly:
"Lord Youxian King, are you here?"
"King Youxian" heard the call and turned around. He looked at the wild wolf and hesitated for a moment, then asked a little uncertainly: "Are you the wild wolf under Daming?"
"It's me! It's me!" The wild wolf was very happy. He didn't expect to see the wise king at such a critical moment.
"Hahaha!" Lord "Youxian King" smiled happily: "You said hello to me, why don't you say hello to Zuoxian King?"
"King Xian of the Left?" Ye Lang looked at the person next to "King Xian of the Right" in surprise. He looked at it for a while, and suddenly something flashed in his mind: Is he still in that illusion?
Thinking of this, the wild wolf couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. He restrained his awe for the superior, and his vast fighting spirit broke out, and he punched out. To his satisfaction, the two "Wise Kings" not only did not defend or fight back, but were directly beaten to pieces.
Not only that, even the space behind the illusion was cracked with radiating patterns.
Everything around him disappeared, leaving only clear white in the vast sky and earth, and even the cracks that had just been made were slowly closing.
Of course, in addition to the wild wolf, there is another living person in the fantasy - Mr. Su.
"I am Master's disciple, and I have to admit that you are very powerful!" Mr. Su looked at the wild wolf with a smile.
The wild wolf looked at the stinky face in front of him and immediately realized that what he had just experienced was a scam. The other party had even secretly used his reaction to test out something, and he couldn't hold back the cold sweat on his forehead.
Feeling guilty, the wild wolf decided to strike first. He violently attacked Mr. Su, but the strange thing was that Mr. Su had no intention of fighting him. Instead, he kept dodging his attacks, allowing him to blast cracks in the space and repair them secretly.
After gradually calming down, the wild wolf also understood the other party's intentions.
"You want to trap me?"
Wild Wolf originally thought that this mysterious Eastern Region person would say: Guess. In the end, he nodded frankly, and even explained kindly: "I can't tell the difference between you and me. Instead of going out to disrupt the battle, it's better to trap you. In this way, you will have one less master in the northern region, and I will have one less master in the eastern region." Master, isn’t that just right?”
The wild wolf was about to nod when he suddenly realized something was wrong: there were so many talents in the Eastern Region, it would be okay if one was missing; but there were not many masters in the Northern Region, so one missing him would be a big difference, okay?
But Mr. Su ignored him at all and asked him a question instead.
"Your strength is much stronger than when you were chased by Momen." Mr. Su looked at him seriously, "I can count the number of people who sent out from Thousand Machine Castle on one hand, but in the end, I was stunned. It was only the strange objects that made you so lonely. You alone can make me so troublesome this time, it’s not easy."
Hearing that the other party was exposing his scar again, the wild wolf was about to get angry. But after hearing that people seemed to be praising him at the end, he still didn't do anything drastic.
But there was one thing that even Mr. Su ignored. The reason why Wild Wolf and the others failed in their counterattack against Thousand Machine Castle was not because of their poor strength, but because they were in the hinterland of the Eastern Territory at that time. As people from the Northern Territory, they were not blessed by luck, so they were used by Thousand Machine Castle with those strange and strange things. The thing beats him like a lost dog.
The wild wolf can't do anything to Mr. Su, and Mr. Su is unwilling to let the wild wolf go. The two of them just spent time in this space. But here it seems that there is no awareness of what is happening outside. In other words, it is the fate that has won; or the Eastern Region has won. They don't know.
In the end, the wild wolf thought that Mr. Su would know, because the other party kept mumbling at a chess piece and had no idea what he was doing. It was definitely not a good thing for him anyway.
…
The outside world, the battlefield.
Da Ming was as swift as a leopard, the long knife in his hand streaked across the sky, bringing with it a howling wind. He angrily struck at Marquis Yan, intending to avenge his previous humiliation. At the same time, Marquis Yan also showed bravery comparable to that of Da Ming. Holding a spear in his hand, he rose into the air and faced the enemy proudly. The moves of both sides were like lightning, arousing fierce fighting spirit.
Da Ming's sword skills are fierce, and every strike contains infinite power. His body is strong, vertical and horizontal, and he is fast. On the surface, he seems to be powerful and heavy, but if you look closely, you can see that his sword intention is as flexible as running water. His offensive was as continuous as the grassland, and the long knife he wielded was like a wolf in the prairie waving its claws, and the light of the knife flashed.
And Yanhou's spear technique is majestic and sharp. As he danced his spear, he burst out with a heroic spirit like standing in the wind and snow. He faced Daming's offensive indifferently, his body as stable as a tree. The spear was swung uncontrollably with the power of proud snow. The white snow rolled up on the spear was like a dragon swimming in the sky, as powerful as the wind and clouds.
On the battlefield, the two leaders engaged in a thrilling battle. Every move they made was filled with countless blood and sweat, full of their fearless courage. They exuded a heroic character, and with the sparks of battle flying, their figures fought at the top of the city, the scene was fierce and spectacular.
Such a heroic scene attracted everyone's attention. The guards inside and outside the city, the attackers, and the people behind the city witnessed the battle between these two warriors. Their eyes widened. They could not help but be shocked by such a feat and admired these two heroes.
However, the battle eventually comes to an end. In the tense duel, Yanhou's strength was still slightly inferior. As the battle lasted longer, Marquis Yan was unable to cope with the powerful force of the fateful sword.
Suddenly, the power of Da Ming's sword suddenly stagnated. Yan Hou seized the opportunity, changed the momentum of his spear, and stabbed Da Ming as fast as lightning. Da Ming was like a desperate beast, cornered by Yan Hou's spear.
Unexpectedly, this was just a lazy move by Da Ming to lure Marquis Yan into action. Seeing that he could not take down Daming, Marquis Yan swung his spear and knocked away the sword in Daming's hand. However, because Yan Hou's gun movement was too large, the empty door was wide open at this time. Da Ming, who seemed to be defenseless, took the opportunity to stamp his palm on Yan Hou's chest, and his boundless fighting spirit erupted. Marquis Yan took this move forcefully, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell straight on the city wall.
The battlefield suddenly became quiet, leaving only a heavy sound of falling to the ground. Now that the highest strength of the defender has fallen, is it still necessary to continue this war?
Daming looked at Yan Hou who was still trying to get up and shook his head.
"You are a good opponent!" Da Ming looked down and said, "It's a pity that I am Da Ming and you are still just a Hou. If you were the king now, your situation might not change much, but I would be far from what I am now. good."
Good luck! Good luck again! Although Da Ming is in the Eastern Region, he is the pinnacle of the Northern Region and brings his own luck. Even if it is not much, it is an immeasurable amount to the people who have worked in the fields all their lives. This is why even if the wise man is missing one hand and even goes deep into the royal court of the Northern Territory, Da Ming can only send him out as comfortably as he sent his ancestors, and he does not dare to take him by force at all.
Although Yan Hou also has his own luck, his strength is not at the peak level, nor is his status at the peak level. In addition, his strength has not been fully restored after enlightenment, so he has reached today's predicament. Otherwise, Da Ming would not be able to slowly and comfortably retrieve his knife that was sent flying to an unknown place by Marquis Yan.
Daming searched for a long time and finally found his beloved knife in a pile of flesh and blood condensed from corpses. He picked it up, grabbed a rag floating around, wiped the dirt off the knife, and looked at his beloved knife quietly.
The warriors from the Northern Territory did not attack again. They looked at the king on the city with reverence. The Yan Jun, who was ashen-faced, did not resist anymore. They looked in silence at the man who had knocked down the pillars of their faith.
Da Ming seemed to enjoy this atmosphere. While wiping his knife, he felt the eyes around him focusing on him.
I don't know how long it took, but the people in the northern region were cheering enthusiastically, and the Yan army was wailing silently.
Da Ming shook off the dirty rag, put his fighting spirit in his hand, and wiped off the small residue on the upper surface of the knife. Looking at the clear knife surface, my mood gradually improved.
Suddenly, he saw from the side of the knife that someone was holding a knife and slashing at him!
"Dang!" Daming turned around and blocked it. When the man saw that one move failed, he took another stab. Nothing fancy, just a pure slash, which Tai Ming blocked easily. The man continued to use his sword, but Da Ming continued to block it and looked for opportunities to counterattack.
But as he continued to fight, Da Ming realized something was wrong. The master in front of me actually used a wooden sword?
If the fight hadn't been a bit intense and he couldn't be discouraged easily, Da Ming would have wanted the opponent to stop first and let him pick up his chin from the ground and put it in place before fighting again.
Why can a wooden sword be so powerful? Daming looked at the thin wooden blade that could not be broken, and his fear turned into contemplation.
A sharp pain came from his waist, he was injured! Damn it! Why are you distracted? Da Ming didn't dare to slack off any longer, his boundless fighting spirit broke out, and the continuous sword force swept forward, and it was bound to cut the broken wooden sword into pieces everywhere.
But the miraculous thing is that not only did the wooden sword not break, but the master also took over the attack.
But why—Daming didn’t feel the presence of intention or power from the other party?
Using physical strength to resist his vast fighting spirit, what kind of monster is this!
