Zhang Boqian sped up suddenly, and suddenly appeared in front of the blood prince, and grabbed him with one hand. At this moment, the distance between the two sides was terribly close to the point where they could fight hand to hand or even fight with bare hands.
Blood Prince Habs didn't know if he was stunned by this unreasonable tactics. Instead of pulling away at full speed, he raised his hand to block like a conditioned reflex. The two men's arms touched each other, and they couldn't even see the signs of the original force of the two sides. Habs snorted and was shocked a hundred meters away in an instant.
Zhang Boqian snorted, he was very surprised, he didn't stop, he rushed forward again, and caught a demon descendant grand duke in his hand. He raised his hand and crushed the demon grand duke to death, looked deeply at the blood prince who had just stabilized his figure, and said, "Habs."
Habs smiled wryly, "It's rare that King Qingyang can still remember me."
Just as Zhang Boqian wanted to say something, he turned around and faced the chasing Medanzuo and Lothar, throwing the body of the Demonic Grand Duke.
Medanzuo glanced at Habs with a strange look on his face.
Lothar stretched out his hand and took the corpse of the Grand Duke of the Demon Race, and said sadly: "His Royal Highness Qingyang King, you are so angry recently! A move is a killer move, how much strength do you have left now? Don't do it just for the sake of showing off." It’s not good to lose your life here so quickly.”
Zhang Boqian snorted, and said coldly: "How much original force is left, come and try to find out? Lothar, if you are not convinced, do you want to single out?"
Lothar's face changed slightly, he laughed, and said, "Why are you looking for me? It seems that the blood race is the natural enemy of your human race, right?"
These words were very vicious, and Mei Danzuo's expression changed slightly. But he didn't get angry on the spot after all, and it was absolutely stupid to fight among himself when facing Zhang Boqian.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Boqian just looked at Mei Danzuo, and said with a sneer: "How can such a weak waste be qualified to challenge me one-on-one?"
No matter how much Mei Danzuo could bear it, his expression completely changed. There was blood in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was mad with anger. But he is well aware of his state, he has just woken up from the pool of blood, in order to catch up with this operation, he has not fully recovered at all, and his strength is several times lower than when he was at its peak, so how dare he challenge Zhang Boqian? Even in group fights, he had to be careful not to give Zhang Boqian a chance to surprise himself, and even had to guard against hidden guns from other places.
Lothar also knew this situation, so he seized the opportunity to smack Medanzuo secretly. From then on, the awe of the senior congressmen and magnates who came with Medanzuo will be greatly reduced.
However, it is necessary to be measured when attacking opponents. Right now, Zhang Boqian is the number one enemy. Lothar took a deep breath, his body gradually swelled and approached slowly. Although Mei Danzuo was displeased, he knew what he should do now. Seeing that Lothar was pressing forward, he went around behind Zhang Boqian.
Habs and the other two princes withdrew from a safe distance, and surrounded each other on the periphery, while the Grand Dukes scattered further away, choosing an opportunity to join the battlefield.
Zhang Boqian showed disdain, suddenly took a step forward, and punched Lothar rightly!
At this moment, Lothar's body was three times the size just now, like a giant, with both hands clasped together, a blow from top to bottom hit Zhang Boqian's fist!
There was a sudden roar in the void, and the fluctuations of the original force continued to sway into the distance. The princes were alright, but the grand dukes couldn't control their figures, and they couldn't help but fluctuate with the fluctuations. Most of them met this newly-promoted king of the human race at close range for the first time. As expected, Zhang Boqian's rushing speed was comparable to the field control range of a famous gun. No wonder a grand duke just met Get killed with one hit.
Lothar's face suddenly turned pale, and his body was a little smaller. Obviously, the blow was not lightly wounded.
From behind, Mei Danzuo immediately rushed forward, his right hand was grasped, his fingertips were surrounded by purple and black blood, and he went straight to Zhang Boqian's back. Zhang Boqian didn't turn his head back, he slashed Mei Danzuo's forehead with his backhand palm, it was a stance of killing both of them. With a strange cry, Mei Danzuo withdrew his right hand, crossed his hands, and caught Zhang Boqian's palm.
There was another muffled sound in the void, and Mei Danzuo was split and fell straight down, only being able to stabilize his body tens of meters away. With this little time, Lothar had recovered, and stood in front of Zhang Boqian again.
After hitting the two great monarchs one after another, Zhang Boqian's aura also involuntarily weakened.
Only then did the surrounding princes and grand dukes heave a sigh of relief. They had seen battles at the maharaja level, but they had never seen such an outrageous fighting style. After all, this King Qingyang was still a man and not a god, and he would be tired. , will also be weak.
Zhang Boqian flicked his finger suddenly, and a stream of light shot towards the center of Lothar's eyebrows like lightning. Lothar slashed casually to scatter the streamer, and then two black threads popped out from under his ribs, piercing Zhang Boqian's legs. At the back, Mei Danzuo's body was completely covered with a purple-black sea of blood, and several ferocious beasts transformed into the sea of blood, rushing towards Zhang Boqian.
The blood beasts transformed from these fields naturally pose no threat to Zhang Boqian, and they were scattered before they got close. But the traces of blood they left behind wove an invisible net in the void, gradually restricting Zhang Boqian's actions.
The two sides began to use domains and various abilities, which immediately made the surrounding princes and grand dukes breathe a sigh of relief. This is the battle they are familiar with. It is gorgeous and powerful, and there is actually no danger of killing them with one blow. Those who have reached the level of a maharaja can often fight for several days regardless of the outcome.
This is also a battle that Grand Dukes can participate in. They can wander around the edge of the battlefield, seek gaps and use secret methods to weaken the power or domain erupted by the King of Heaven. And fighting with bare hands like just now is extremely dangerous, and life and death may be separated at any time. Zhang Boqian, Lothar, and Mei Danzuo each exchanged a move, and they were all injured, which can be seen.
Until then, all the princes and grand dukes suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if something was wrong. Someone immediately thought, just now Habs took Zhang Boqian's blow hard, is there something wrong or nothing? At least on the surface, it doesn't seem like a big deal.
Even the same clan can't detect each other's injuries between the strong Yongye, and between different clans, if there is a bit of obscurity in the surnames of the two sides, it means to go to war. So only the two princes glanced at Habs, while the eyes of the grand dukes did not dare to flutter at all.
Once the battle situation was at a stalemate, Zhang Boqian changed to another style. His moves were unpredictable, and he could attack the enemy with every move. He evolved his combat skills to the extreme, and reached the realm of art. The forces of dawn and darkness continue to collide and explode. Even if it is not affected by the aftermath, this void becomes more and more depressing.
Lothar and Medanzuo secretly complained, not daring to make even the smallest mistake. But no matter how hard they tried, they always consumed a little more force than Zhang Boqian under the same attack and defense. The battle was dragged to the end, and they were still a loser.
Fortunately, after all, it was the two maharajas joining forces, even though Mei Danzuo was in poor condition at the moment, he still had the strength of the maharaja class. There are also a group of princes and grand dukes around to fill the seats. If it really takes time, Zhang Boqian will be more likely to lose.
Just looking at strength on paper, Yong Ye is actually far superior to Zhang Boqian. But fighting is never a simple addition or subtraction of individual combat power. Under the current situation, it is absolutely impossible for Yong Yefang to overwhelm and win quickly. This battle made Lothar and Mei Danzuo extremely depressed, but they didn't dare to be careless, so they could only deal with Zhang Boqian slowly.
In this way, Zhang Boqian held off a large number of enemies with his own strength.
On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the Eternal Burning Flame and the Finger King seems to be endless, but their close combat may win or lose at any time.
In the neutral land, on a lonely and drifting island, someone built a wooden house. This small island is actually just a big rock floating in the void, and there is no protective layer on it. Even if a wooden house is built, because it is directly exposed to the void, it will not have any protective effect. The deep cold in the void can freeze most lives to death.
A ghost-like battleship quietly appeared outside the floating island. The door of the ship opened, and several soldiers in black armor stepped out of the battleship and came outside the cabin. The leading black-armored warrior reached out and knocked on the door.
There was no sound in the wooden house. The black-armored warrior waited for a while and knocked again, but there was still no sound inside.
He couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, the time has come, I will be ordered to take you back."
The black-armored warrior's voice was strange and sharp, like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other, completely unlike the normal voice of a creature.
This time there was finally a response from the wooden house: "It's not time yet."
The sound is clear and light, like water flowing, like falling ice.
The black-armored warrior was a little surprised. He exchanged a glance with several of his subordinates and said, "Your Highness, now is the appointed time!"
"The time has changed."
"This...we don't seem to have heard of it." The black-armored warrior scratched his head.
A voice suddenly sounded behind them: "It's useless for you to know, so I didn't tell you."
The black-armored warriors were shocked and turned their heads together, seeing a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak standing in the void behind him. He is not tall, but rather slender, but the scarlet throne on the front of the black robe is particularly dazzling.
"Blood Throne!" A group of black-armored warriors exclaimed.
They obviously knew what it meant for the symbol of the Throne of Blood to appear here.
The mysterious man chuckled and said, "It's an honor for you to die at the hands of me."
He stretched out his left hand, and in his hand was a huge short gun. The astonishingly thick barrel was engraved with layers of patterns, and the inscriptions on it were actually flowing slowly, like a fish swimming.
As soon as the gun appeared, indescribable despair and fear immediately seized the hearts of every black-armored warrior. Extreme panic appeared on their faces, and their bodies were weak. Some of them directly strangled their own necks, but they were still gradually unable to breathe.
"Broken Years! You, you are the one on the throne..." The leader of the black-armored warrior couldn't make a sound before he could finish his roar. His eyes were also full of despair. Originally, before the Throne of Blood, they had no chance of life, let alone face the world-famous Shattered Fleeing Years.
The mysterious man smiled slightly, and said: "No, Broken Fleeting Time is not used to deal with you. If I use her like this, she will be angry. To clean up you trash fish, as long as the aftermath of her roar is enough. This time, Her real target is... her!"
Broken Fleeting Years pointed at the cabin. As the inscriptions on the guns circulated faster, the black-armored warriors appeared to be in more pain. Some people had already fallen to the ground, and those who were still standing were staggering and could only support themselves.
There was still no movement in the cabin.
"Your Highness Yetong, are you still unwilling to show up? I really want to know how much of the legendary majesty's appearance you have inherited. After all, after tonight, everything will become history."
The door of the cabin finally opened.