The outcome of a battle in mid-air is the quickest, even if the opponent tries his best to escape and avoid fighting.
At the fifty-seventh move, Gongsun Chijiu used his hand as a blade to cut off Jiao Fan's arm.
After a few moves, he captured him alive.
When King Jiao forcibly moved his numb body and crawled out of the human-shaped pit underground, he raised his head and the first thing he saw was the two companions who were casually discarded in front of him.
Jiao Fan didn't know whether he was alive or dead, his head was down, and his body was slightly covered with white frost.
Jiao Fan had a broken arm, and he supported his body with his only remaining hand, trying not to fall.
"King Jiao, it's great that you are still alive."
When King Jiao woke up, the pain in Jiao Fan's eyes was somewhat diluted by joy, but it was still eye-catching.
"But I'm useless, I can't escape."
Jiao Fan smiled sadly, "The Jiao clan is going to be gone."
King Jiao was shocked.
Even the powerful seventh-level men looked like this.
What about the other clan members?
What kind of miserable situation must they be in?
There were sounds of fighting in his ears.
King Jiao thought on the bright side.
There were still sounds of fighting.
There should be some members of his clan surviving.
King Jiao turned his head tremblingly and looked around: half of the backbone of the clan was gone, and the rest were still fighting to the death.
They were besieged by enemies several times their size and still refused to retreat.
Large areas of blood-stained dragon corpses are scattered in the distance.
Most of the young people in the clan have been killed or injured.
The last few hundred dragon clan are still struggling to hold on and are still charging here, trying to save their king.
Isn't it great that you are still alive?
"Hey, you're awake."
Gongsun Chijiu walked over, stepped on the two captives, came to King Jiao, and asked: "How to have dignity, or to be a clan member?"
King Pajiao bowed his head, knocked his head deeply to the ground, and gave a trembling answer: "I surrender and I am willing to be a mount.
Master, please forgive my people."
At the end of the story, King Jiao burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Oh, it would have been better if it had been like this."
Gongsun Chijiu condensed a blood-colored slave beast crystal in his palm, let go, and let it fall to the ground, making a small crater.
Without Gongsun Chijiu's words, King Jiao also knew that this was something that could control him, and only by obeying it could he save his people.
Without hesitation, King Jiao took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
One second later, one more clan member might be harmed.
The slave beast crystal entered the mouth and quickly spread out as if dissolved in water, entering the Jiao King's heart and head, locking them.
Jiao Fan cried and tried to stop him, "No, King Jiao" Gongsun Chijiu frowned.
He was really in the way.
He grabbed his broken arm with his palm and sucked away more than half of his blood in an instant.
Jiao Fan's face turned pale, his vision turned black, he hit the ground with his head and passed out.
Gongsun Chijiu screamed and ordered his cheap subordinates to stop and assemble quickly.
After the order was given, most of the monsters quickly stopped, but a few monsters became murderous, ignored them, and continued to kill, enjoying the pleasure of slaughter.
A murderous look flashed between Gongsun Chijiu's brows.
The beast who doesn't know whether to live or die dares to disobey my order and seek death.
In an instant, the few demonic beasts that disobeyed orders were killed.
The main body's blood is restless, forcing it to allocate energy to suppress it.
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The blood around it condensed and transformed into various forms under Gongsun Chijiu's control.
He used every opportunity to find a flaw, penetrated his body in one fell swoop, and exploded.
Then, they were evenly distributed on the ground with a radius of a hundred meters, scattered all over the place.
Stirred by the death of their companions, the other monsters gathered much faster, fearing that they would follow in their footsteps.
After seeing that the human race had given the order to stop the killing of the clan members, King Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and slightly relaxed his tense nerves.
Then, he obediently revealed his true form.
A hundred-meter-long dragon beast appeared on the spot.
It was completely black, as if it had been splashed with ink.
Its ink-colored scales covered every part of its body, protecting it tightly.
Gongsun Chijiu held up his hands, jumped on the back of the dragon beast, and tried to step on it.
It felt like he was stepping on a hard stone.
Gongsun Chijiu walked all the way and came to the head of the dragon beast, looking down at the hundreds of fifth- and sixth-level monsters below.
With seventh-level monsters under their feet, and hundreds of fifth- and sixth-level monsters surrendering, these powerful and aloof men are now frightened just because of their own words.
At this moment, Gongsun Chijiu seemed to have transformed into a god descending from the mortal world, looking down at all living beings and controlling the ups and downs.
This is power All living beings surrender, one word determines life and death, one anger brings fear to the people, one kills and the world becomes silent At this moment, Gongsun Chijiu did not feel the honor or enjoy the taste of power.
Instead, he was in a daze, inexplicable melancholy.
For some reason, he remembered his previous life again.
With enough power, he can control the survival of his clan at will.
Beating the weak is like driving pigs and sheep, forcing them to cry and surrender.
So, in the previous life, when the Han people were weak, faced the invasion of foreign tribes, and were ravaged by barbarians, was it also in such a miserable situation?
They cried and begged but in vain.
In the end, they were brutally killed, their wives and daughters were trampled, and their property was taken away. .
In the third humiliation of the Han Dynasty, hundreds of thousands and millions of frontier people were threatened by the Xiongnu and suffered heavy casualties; in the fifth period, the Guyue Rebellion in China, tens of millions of Han people were slaughtered and turned into meat; in Jiading, the third massacre; Yangzhou, Ten Days Massacre; Nanjing Massacre Ha, Gongsun Chijiu raised his head, looked at the sky, the more distant starry sky, and warned himself.
It's nothing, it's normal.
When the Han people are strong, they dominate the world; when the Han people are weak, they are bullied by the barbarians.
The weak eat the strong, that's all However, I still feel very unhappy.
I feel like my heart is full of anger, and I want to burn everything and destroy everything.
I don't know since when, Gongsun Chijiu's eyes were red, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura, so strong that it could almost be seen with the naked eye.
The hundreds of high-level monsters below were trembling, and each one turned into its original form, trying its best to resist this murderous aura that seemed to be able to pierce the sky.
Even so, he was still covered in sweat, and his footsteps sank into the ground, as if he was stepping on a swamp instead of the ground.
The Jiao King who was being stepped on was the closest and felt the strongest murderous aura.
However, he remained motionless and seemed to be able to withstand the murderous aura.
But King Jiao's head was pressed against the ground, making a head mark, and his four claws firmly grasped the earth and rocks.
The murderous aura suddenly subsided and disappeared.
Gongsun Chijiu jumped off King Jiao's back and landed on the ground.
They had been trying their best to resist, but the heavy pressure they had endured suddenly disappeared.
Many monsters did not react for a while, their legs and feet went weak, and they fell directly to the ground, breathing heavily.
There was a dangerous light in Gongsun Chijiu's eyes, and he said: "Hey, mount, go and fight with the hundreds of monsters over there.
Whoever wins will live, I will reluctantly accept him as my younger brother, and the loser will have his clan wiped out." " I'm not happy, the whole world can't be happy, whoever laughs will die On the entire continent, Gongsun Chijiu's strength cannot support his willfulness, but in this isolated space, at least in the inner area, Gongsun Chijiu still has the strength to speak his mind and do whatever he wants
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