Deng Ke suddenly said, he is a veteran, but a veteran knows best what to do in what situations during a battle. He has regarded Ziqin as his opponent, so he intends to use words to stimulate Ziqin to lose his mind.

A warrior who loses his mind is always much easier to deal with than a warrior who is extremely rational.

However, what made Deng Ke uneasy was that Ziqin's expression did not change at all after he finished speaking, as if Ziqin had not heard him.

"I'm afraid I'm in trouble. I don't think this person has grown to this point. Master, if we don't kill this person this time, I'm afraid none of us will be able to close our eyes and sleep in the future."

Deng Wang's eyes suddenly turned sharp as he looked at the martial arts stage.

He also felt the deathly aura on Zi Qin's body, and although others could not hear what Deng Ke said to Zi Qin, they could not be hidden from his ears.

Provoke, provoke, and make the enemy lose their mind.

This is a commonly used technique on the battlefield. Of course, these techniques are ridiculous when encountering famous generals, but even famous generals cannot be completely indifferent to these techniques.

Either they laugh and scold and expose it, or they exploit it to their advantage, or they expose it directly and cause the enemy's morale to drop.

There were so many different things, but Deng Wang had never seen Ziqin react like this. It was as if Ziqin himself had completely integrated into the breath of death.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Deng Ke was no longer a person, but a puppet from hell, a bearer of the breath of death.

Although Ziqin's martial arts skills were still not noticed by the Deng brothers, this aura of death made the two brothers feel terror deep in their hearts.

Perhaps no one in the world knows the horror of this kind of breath better than these veterans.

If a person with this kind of aura condenses into an aura one day, it will be an aura of absolute death.

At that time, when this kind of person was fighting against you, I'm afraid they didn't need to use any moves. Just the death aura in their aura was enough to kill half of your life.

And even if it is condensed into an aura, such people with the aura of death are still extremely terrifying existences, because such people themselves already represent death, their own death, and the death of others.

This is the breath that rushes out from hell, and is definitely not something that a living person can touch.

The Deng brothers are good at martial arts and can be regarded as masters of decision-making among tens of millions of people in the border army. However, the Deng brothers are absolutely unwilling to face such a person with the aura of death.

Deng Ke's face was extremely solemn, his fists were clenched, and the invisible wind spread out from his side. Deng Ke seemed to be the only presence on the martial arts stage, and a vague aura enveloped the entire martial arts stage.

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Like Dongfang Lan in the previous battle, Deng Ke had already boosted his aura.

However, after building up their aura, neither Deng Wang nor Deng Ke relaxed at all, and their faces remained extremely solemn.

Ziqin's hand was still holding his sword, his expression was still extremely indifferent, his eyes were slightly hollow, and it seemed as if his whole soul was not here.

This person should have been a non-threatening person, but Deng Ke was extremely defensive.

In the aura, the invisible wind is getting stronger and stronger, and Deng Ke's clothes and hair are flying one after another. If you look carefully, you can even see a small whirlwind visible to the naked eye lingering in front of Deng Ke's fist.

Deng Ke had actually gathered all the energy in his body to the extreme. Once he punched out, all the energy in his body would be used, and it would be a shocking punch that would cause the earth to collapse.

Deng Wang's fists were also clenched. He looked at the martial arts stage with extremely anxious eyes. Deng Ke had already tried his best. Considering the strength of Deng Ke and Zi Qin, this should have been an undoubted outcome. Zi Qin

He must die, and Deng Ke must win, but Deng Wang seemed not to have thought of this at all.

Deng Wang couldn't help but take two steps forward.

They are soldiers, veterans, not some bullshit warriors. They will never care about fighting alone. In fact, soldiers who care about fighting alone on the battlefield have become martyrs.

However, Dong Linhai stopped Deng Wang.

"You have to believe in your brother. Although that guy's aura is terrifying, his strength is much worse than yours. As long as your brothers have confidence in this battle, you will definitely be able to kill him. On the contrary, it will be difficult to tell.

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Dong Linhai's tone was extremely calm, and Deng Wang's eyes cleared up slightly. He looked at Deng Ke, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Little brother, punch, it will be shocking."

Deng Wang shouted, and he finally realized that something seemed wrong. Both he and Deng Ke had been unknowingly affected by the deathly aura on Ziqin's body.

Ziqin hadn't lost his mind yet, but they were already going crazy with anxiety.

Although the breath of death cannot make up for the direct gap in strength, it can confuse their minds.

Deng Ke's forehead cleared slightly when Deng Wang's words entered his ears, and he punched his fist almost subconsciously. However, when the punch came out, Deng Ke found that there was no one in front of him.

Ziqin was no longer in front of him.

But a chill suddenly appeared on his side.

When he punched out, Ziqin had already reached his side and thrust out a sword.

This sword was absolutely extremely fast, and no one would be able to dodge it at this moment. However, Deng Ke's fist suddenly turned around.

Shi Potian was shocked. Just by hearing the name, you could tell how violent this move was. This move was supposed to be as unpredictable as a shooting star. No one expected that Deng Ke's punch could actually turn the corner.

This punch was also Deng Ke's own pride. When his fist turned, his head also turned. He couldn't help but want to see Ziqin's extremely frightened expression.

When he regained consciousness, he already understood that his mind had been affected. This made him very angry. It was such a shame that a student like Zi Qin had affected his veteran's sanity. He couldn't wait to wash away this shame. He wanted to let Zi Qin

More panic, real panic, not panic after losing one's mind.
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