【Eagle Strike】

I felt that among the several clones that the other party had divided, there must be only one real, and there must be only one troll king who could compete with him, so I brazenly activated his eagle strike skill. He was like a big roc or a giant eagle hunting food, turning into a black wind with a firelight. His speed increased by several layers in vain, and then he swept towards those enemies!

Chiu!

First hit!

The Troll King cut one of the opponent's clones into two... Obviously, that was fake. He only had less than a layer of power from the opponent's body, allowing him to easily break through the opponent's block and smash the opponent's incarnation with one blow.

Chiu~!

Second strike!!

Still fake...

Chiu~!!

In the third attack, he rushed forward with the long arrow shot from the opponent, allowing the bow and arrow to shatter on the purple gold dragon armor.

Chiu~!!

The fourth strike! His left hand was not protected by the armor, and a bloody wound was cut by the opponent's long sword, almost igniting the bones!

Chiu~!!

On the fifth strike, the enemy's iron whip hit his chest, causing him to almost spit out old blood...

Chiu~!!

The sixth strike, after he split the enemy in half, he was trapped by the opponent's demon-binding rope... But fortunately, with the help of the fire of the guardian demon-killing demons and the black wind transformed by the eagle strike, he easily escaped.

Chiu~!!

On the seventh strike, the enemy took the initiative to cancel the transformation. He pounced in vain and almost rushed down the mountain...

Chiu~!!

The eighth strike, when his guardian demon-killing stabbed into the other party's body, the other party actually hugged his weapon tightly?

So, the last ninth strike of the Troll King was not able to be shot, and the last three-headed and six-armed enemy from the side called him hard with iron whip, long sword, three-pointed two-edged sword and other weapons, and immediately slapped him to the other side, directly causing him to roll out a row of yellow mud and smoke from the ground.

"You are very strong..."

"But, you failed in the end!"

To be honest, Yang Jian was really a little scared at the speed of the other party's move. If the other party could continue that speed, it would be him who would eventually be defeated here or escape!

Unfortunately, the opponent's speed is not long, and it seems that he has overdrawn his body's ability to obtain a huge increase in speed. After all, it is not the right way. He should be defeated here! Therefore, while the opponent is now severely injured by himself, and when the opponent's magic power is now chaotic and difficult to act, Yang Jian, who is confident of winning, recovers his true body, eliminates the methods of the seventy-two transformations and the world of Dharma, and takes his three-pointed and two-edged sword, walks towards the opponent step by step, preparing to capture the opponent, or simply bear it forever?

"Ahem..."

While Yang Jian, who also had a bloodstain on his face, walked over step by step, the troll king finally coughed, struggling to hold the guardian in his hand to destroy the demons, and climbed up from the ground.

At this time, not only was his body covered in blood, but a horn on his head was cut off by the enemy, and blood bubbles continued to emerge. It looked really miserable...

‘…’

‘Nuota actually lost…’

‘Hmph! Who made him show off? How many years have he practiced? How many years have he practiced? He dared not use magic, but he could think of it!!’

‘Good, good, good…’

‘Don’t worry, he has learned sect spells, and he must be ready to run away!’

‘The chief senior brother is really, if I just agreed to my sister’s team, I might win now…’

‘Tsk…’

Seeing the miserable situation of a certain bullhead, the disciples around who were also Izumo Peak in Cuiping Mountain not only did not come forward to rescue or worry, but instead whispered every word and said, without any intention of taking action.

"cut……"

"Fight!"

"It's a matter of killing one. The Fengshen Platform is still empty now. I'll take a nap first, so I won't care about you!"

Seeing that the outcome was decided, Nezha, who was still Yang Jian's more powerful, curled his lips with regret and turned his head to the other side in annoyance.

“…”

However, what surprised all the disciples of Izumo Peak in Cuiping Mountain was that the Minotaur and the Troll King did not escape, but still stood still?

"Ahem..."

"Don't be proud of this first. I did lose this game. I admit...but now I'm going to use my ultimate move, you forced me!!"

Looking at the enemy approaching step by step, the troll king not only wasn't worried, but instead cracked the big mouth that was bloody and even had a few broken teeth, and smiled at the other party hideously.

“…”

A trick?

Yang Jian didn't say anything, because he could see on his forehead that the other party's magic power and body were in a bad state, and even if there were any powerful magic weapons, they could not be used. He didn't think the other party had any possibility of turning the tables.

“…”

The ultimate mystery...

"Everyone, come and help! Defeat this guy, there are two thousand reward points, and defeat the Xiqi army, there are five thousand reward points!"

"Everything is divided equally!!!"

Suddenly, everyone, not only Yang Jian at the scene, but also the four generals of Wen Zhong, Huanghua Mountain, Chaoge army on the top of the mountain, Jiang Ziya, the Xiqi general beside him, and even the little Nezha who was not concerned about his affairs in the sky, could not help but be stunned by a heart-wrenching roar.

That's right...

The ultimate secret skill of the Troll King is - calling someone to help!!

‘!!’

‘Seven, seven thousand points?!’

‘Everyone went side by side, and they were made!!’

‘What a troll king. You wanted to swallow it just now. Can you swallow it?!’

‘Go! Don’t let the captain die!!’

‘The sky is full of rain!!’

‘There are nothing!!’

‘Flying sand and stones! Samadhi true fire!!’

‘Tornado rainstorm…’

After an exclaim, the disciples of Izumo Peak of Cuiping Mountain, who had originally planned to continue watching the show, teleported or fired to Yang Jian's surroundings, and then, spells, weapons, magic weapons, props, etc., greeted each other like money, which was very meaningless to kill the other party on the spot.

"You dare?!"

Unexpectedly, these guys were unruly and could not defeat them and called someone to beat them up after they gave up. In this way, while Yang Jian roared, he had to rush backwards in order to avoid the deadly magic and strange magic weapons attacks.

at the same time……

Whoosh!

I don’t know which guy was so stupid that he suddenly threw a cylindrical little thing dragging the tail flame behind him towards the place where Jiang Ziya and others were.

“!!”

"Retreat quickly! No mistakes are allowed!"

Seeing the little thing flying in, Jiang Ziya remembered something twenty years ago. Then, without thinking too much, while evacuating directly with the ground escape technique, he also shouted at the unknown generals around him.

As for the three thousand elite soldiers who set up their formations, he no longer cared about it...

“!!”

"Oh, I'll go!!"

Nezha, who also saw the little thing, quickly flew to his junior sister Deng Chanyu with her escape technique. Then, regardless of the other party's resistance, he hugged the other party's waist with his small body. A fixed-point guide flag disappeared from the spot, not knowing where it was teleported...

A disciple of Izumo Peak of Cuiping Mountain, without notifying his friendly army and his sect, actually threw a "Lanzel"-type missile into the valley. However, a large fireball that soared into the sky burned for three days and three nights, and the strong wind and shock waves swept the Chaoge army on the top of the mountain and the other side of the mountain.

then,

In this battle, Chaoge's 300,000 troops were slightly damaged, while Xiqi's 3,000 elite soldiers and soldiers in the five directions were wiped out...

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Chapter completed!