The sternum was shattered, the ribs were shattered, and the black knife tried its best to refuse to bite the master, but still chopped the heart into pieces.

The right eye socket swelled...

At this time, Chang Yi finally understood why the half-saint Dun Ling, who was famous for his defense, had his eyeballs blown out in a strange way.

Blood bursts out from the seven orifices...

Not to mention that his eyeballs were blown out, and not a single one of the two rows of teeth was left intact.

Just a stick!

Just a stick!

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Chang Yi felt like he had smashed through the entire mountain, but his strength was still unabated.

The feeling in my hands is gone.

The feeling in my feet is gone.

How can it be done with just one stick?

"Who is your special mother-in-law?"

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Three breaths and ten mountains.

When the last mountain is blasted through by the long legacy, the castration finally diminishes, the long three breaths are over, and you can regain a little control over your body...

Chang Yi panicked.

The knives are gone and everyone is going to die.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his trump card.

"Blood Sacrifice·Fat Relic Holy Body!"

The blood sprayed from the body turned into Dao patterns and entered the body.

Like a snake sloughing off, Chang Yi jumped up, leaving behind a layer of blood-colored skin scab, turning into a boundless python that covered the sky and the sun.

The python seems to have come from ancient times, with the breath of ancient times spread all over it. It is completely black, with blood-red scales...

"Vertical split."

Before Chang Yi could react, he heard such a calm sound.

In the obese form, the world that has lost even its color is extremely blurry. At this moment, the senses that have been doubled and enhanced are locked on such a black stick shadow falling from the sky!

It's bigger than Fat Yi, measuring seven inches in the middle.

It struck down from behind the bald head like a sword elephant or the shadow of the ancestor god.

"Boom."

"Gululu..."

The fat residue disappears.

The figure returns.

Chang Yi's head fell to the ground and he rolled forward two places.

The headless corpse hit the ground with a thud, and the blood flowed into the stream, dyeing the river bank happily red.

"boom."

The hot gilded long stick fell in front of the tilted eyes, and the ball-like head bounced twice on the ground.

Chang Yi looked dazed and recognized the origin of the stick.

One of the nine supreme artifacts, and one of the few weapons that can be listed on the list of most important weapons like the Broken Jun Shield - Overlord!

so……

Is he a god?

So what kind of ten seats are there?

I heard that they are the ten strongest people in recent times? But aren't they... young people?

Are today’s young people so strong?

The leader of the Yansheng Alliance also cultivates the physical body, no, he transforms the physical body. With his ability, when he comes, he can bear a stick... right?

Shen Yi flicked the Overlord, and the Overlord turned into a black spot and disappeared. He squatted down and looked at the head on the ground:

"Something, but not much."

I'll fuck your mother!

I'm your uncle!

If you have the guts to stand there and give me a chop to see if I can kill you, what's the point of just doing a sneak attack... Han...

Is it really a sneak attack?

Chang Yi closed his eyes in despair.

He reacted to everything, and Shen Yi did not hide his hostility, he just wanted to fuck him very openly.

It can be said that his combat awareness is not weaker than that of his opponent, but what if he reacts?

One stick!

What seven stars in the Northern Territory...

What kind of semi-jihadist maniac...

Chang Yi laughed, laughed miserably, and silent tears and blood fell from the bridge of his nose.

One stick and knock all my shit out!

I really doubt that my semi-holy personality is also cracked!

oh……

I still have a semi-holy status!

Am I considered a semi-saint?

I'm a fucking piece of shit! A complete piece of shit!

"Dengkou, Dunling, my brother... let them go... kill me..."

I don’t want to live anymore.

I don’t even want to ask why the conflict started. I’m not qualified to do so.

The rules of the frontline battlefield are like this. If you win, the right to speak is yours. If you lose, it doesn't matter.

"Hey!"

God also slapped this head hard.

Everyone who is defeated by him will have this feeling - his heart is as gray as death, as if there is nothing left in the world.

From thirty years ago to now, every battle has been like this, with everyone losing, and God doesn’t know why.

lose?

Did he lose when he was young?

When I was a kid, I couldn't beat the kid next door with my fists. I was hit until my brain started to bleed. I went home and huddled in a corner to bandage the wound.

But just practice!

Just call back after practice!

If you blow his head off, he will know that he doesn’t dare!

What happens when you lose your self-confidence? What men fear most is losing their self-confidence.

but……

Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.

God will not force others. Whenever this happens, as long as the person survives, he will give a symbolic encouragement:

"Sober up. At least you're not dead. You took my blow."

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhang Yi's mouth and he became completely silent.

People are still good. When death is imminent, they can still remember their brothers... God also thought of himself and said:

"The one who holds the lamp is called Dengkou, and the one who holds the shield is called Dunling, right?"

"I met them on the road. The Holy Emperor's guiding power guided them. You all, run in this direction."

"I saw six half-saints, all of them were like this, and no one noticed it."

The guiding power of the Holy Emperor?
To be continued...