"Scum?" A deep and powerful voice came from another direction in the forest: "You are a stubborn, stubborn old guy. As long as you can kill the enemy, any means is reasonable. We only look at the final effect. , but never consider whether the means are glorious or not!”
There was a subtle sound of metal collision. More than two hundred tall and burly warriors, led by a burly man nearly two feet tall, carrying various heavy weapons such as broadswords and heavy axes, strode out of the mountains and forests. welled up.
The burly man shook the heavy mace in his hand, pointed at the sharp black tip on the mace and sneered: "Our weapons are all tempered with highly toxic poisons, using ten thousand kinds of highly toxic poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, The poisonous poison mixed with the venom of poisonous beasts will kill you if you touch it, and you will die if you touch it!"
The big man pointed at the King of War and sneered: "You say we are scum? Then, the King of War God Mountain who claims to be the orthodox God of War, dares to fight me alone?"
The King of War gritted his teeth and stared at the big man with a cold expression: "Tell me your name! You are so powerful, but I have never seen you in the God of War Mountain!"
Suddenly, the War King seemed to have thought of something. He glared at the big man: "You are not the people of God's Blessed Land, you... are..."
The big man slowly raised the mace in his hand. He stared at the King of War and said coldly: "That's right, the king of the God of War Mountain. I am the War Spirit. We come from the sky. We are not the ones who are lingering in the land blessed by the gods. Don’t worry, we are the ones who truly remember the glory of our ancestors and work hard to restore them!”
"Shrine!" The King of War gritted his teeth and sneered: "I should have thought long ago that the descendants of the God of Thunder, the descendants of the Night God, and the descendants of the God of War who dishonored the glory of the ancestors and used poison on their weapons were only the lunatics of the Shrine. , will do this!”
Someone else came out of the forest, dozens of skinny descendants of the God of Night, holding daggers tightly in their hands.
The walking posture of these descendants of the Night God is very strange. The sun is shining high above their heads, and they always appear and disappear only in the shadow of the giant trees. Their figures were blurry, like wisps of swaying shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.
In the other direction of the mountain forest, more than a hundred big men with reddish skin came out. These big men were covered with heat, and there were faint flame patterns looming under their skin. They were clearly the descendants of a group of Vulcans. The leader of the big men had hair, His eyes turned crimson, clearly indicating that his understanding of the power of flames had reached a very high level.
A strong wind rose from the ground, and figures wrapped in the strong wind quickly ran out of the forest.
As these people ran, they brought up afterimages. There were only nearly a hundred people running, but they were like thousands of troops. They stirred up the mountains and forests in a radius of hundreds of acres, and the momentum was extremely loud.
Descendants of the Wind God! And all of them have activated the power of blood and can control the strong wind, especially the leading figure. His lower body has turned into a vague whirlwind, and the strong wind around him has condensed into almost a substance.
The King of War shook the war hammer in his hand, and his face gradually became serious. He looked at more and more enemies around him, and gritted his teeth and said: "You actually have so many people, and there are so many lunatics from the shrine. Entering the territory of Ares Mountain! Do you want to start a war with Ares Mountain?"
War Spirit shook the mace in his hand, and pushed towards the King of War step by step. He laughed loudly and said: "So what if we start a war? Do you shy turtles still dare to leave the land of God's Blessing and go to Tianlu to find us? Is it troublesome?"
The war spirit said sarcastically: "You don't dare! You only rely on the power of the God's Blessed Land to survive, and slowly rot here, slowly forgetting the ancient past, and forgetting the glory of your ancestors. You are a group of old wastes who don't know how to make progress. , sooner or later, you will be wiped out by us, and we will use the blood of evil spirits to rebuild the glory of our ancestors."
The mace brought up a black bolt and hit the King of War hard.
The war king picked up the war hammer with both hands and hit the mace heavily.
There was a loud noise, and no strong wind leaked out. The war king and the war spirit had already mastered their own power to the extreme. All the power was poured into the enemy 100%, without any waste.
Veins bulged on the War King's body, and the ground beneath his feet made a loud "thud" sound. Dozens of nearby towering trees shook at the same time, and then collapsed with a huge explosion.
Zhan Ling's face turned pale. The muscles of his arms bulged. There was a "click" sound and the skin of the two arms split. A large amount of blood spilled out. His body shook and his two thighs suddenly bulged. He wanted to stabilize his body. , but in the end he had to take a dozen steps back, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The King of War looked at the war spirit and shook his head gently: "Baby, I am indeed an old guy who has lived for more than two thousand years. Compared with an old guy like me, you are still too young! Strength, combat skills , as well as the will to fight and the passion to fight, you owe me so much!"
"The true essence of the power of the God of War is to be fearless, to move forward indomitably, and to dare to crush all enemies with pure violence! When you add poison to your weapon for the first time, you have no hope of mastering the real power. The power of the God of War!" The King of War sneered and said disdainfully: "The source of the power of the God of War is the heart of a true warrior!"
A stream of fire burst out from the slanting thorn, turning into a fire dragon and sweeping towards the War King.
Another hurricane swept across, roaring towards the War King.
More than a dozen daggers flashed strangely in the air, and the poisonous daggers stabbed into the War King's vital parts silently.
The leaders of these shrines who came out of the mountains and forests launched a surprise attack on the King of War almost at the same time. Even the war spirit, who was knocked backwards by the war king's hammer and whose arms were seriously injured, roared in a low voice and rushed forward with large strides.
Chu Tian held the Green Dragon Sword and was about to go up to help. The War King suddenly took a deep breath, then looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar.
A loud noise shook the mountains, and a wave of terrifying sonic booms erupted from the side of the War King. The void shook, and the earth opened with terrifying cracks a hundred feet long. The flames, strong winds, and the dagger that was about to touch the War King's skin shattered at the same time. , the war spirit who strode forward with a mace screamed and screamed miserably. He dropped the mace with both hands, and backed away quickly while covering his bleeding ears.
"A bit shameless!" Chu Tian laughed, he grabbed a thunder bead the size of an egg, shook his hand and hit the war spirit.
The green-purple thunder beads hit the chest of the war spirit heavily, and a loud noise was heard. A group of terrible thunder burst out, and the thunder covered the forest dozens of feet in radius. The body of the war spirit was blown to pieces. Powerful thunder and lightning rushed through his body crazily, causing him to scream in pain and burst into tears.
"It's such a disgrace. How can a descendant of the God of War cry?" The King of War held his war hammer with both hands and said calmly: "If you are my son and you dare to cry in front of me, I will smash your hammer in pieces. Two legs!”