tgt rumble The dull sound of thunder ripples endlessly, radiating with ripples visible to the naked eye.
The flying smoke is pulled by it, creating circles like halos.
The location at the center of the battle is the true place of purgatory and destruction.
Van, who was covered in black armor, was fighting fiercely with Jessor, whose beard and hair were all gray.
Every attack from the heavy-mountain-like attack must be merciless.
The earth was completely shattered under the feet of the two of them.
The tragic and cruel battle had not only affected the two of them.
In the human world, as the battle became more intense, except for the dragon who was lying motionless, all the others who were still fighting had to temporarily escape from the two people to avoid being affected.
The battle circle is growing little by little, which means that the power used by the two people is constantly increasing.
The terror and destruction caused by their battle has attracted the attention of all the angels of death.
The soldiers held their breath and stopped.
This is the power that only gods can possess.
From the sky to the earth, the figures of Fan and Jessore were everywhere.
The afterimages left by the super-speed movement have become countless. scene Accompanying the creation of afterimages are traces of buildings collapsing or leaving horrific craters.
These countless traces are produced simultaneously in just a few minutes.
No one watching the battle could tell which of the figures flickering in the air was real and which was fake.
People could only look at the more and more afterimages and sigh, and then panic.
Jessor roared angrily, and brought his powerful fist down from top to bottom, hitting his opponent in the chest.
Fan, not to be outdone, shouted at his luck dantian, and blocked the attack from bottom up. boom As if thunder exploded in the sky, there was a sudden ear-splitting roar The two figures stood apart, and the black figure representing Brahman fell to the ground like a meteorite, directly penetrating the entire tall building.
The huge ravine that smashed deeply into the ground swallowed up his figure, leaving only the wailing of gravel and flying dust.
The gray shadow representing Jessore was not much better.
He looked like a baseball that had been knocked away.
After walking a full hundred meters high and penetrating nearly ten buildings along the way, he fell heavily again.
The impact of his fall alone left an area of more than ten meters without any vegetation.
The battle between the two touched the hearts of everyone in the audience.
Just when everyone thought they were finally going to decide the winner, the two figures jumped up almost at the same time and fought together again without any incident.
Where is the end here?
It's clearly just the beginning.
The scarlet pupils reflected Jessore's old face, and the dense cracks on the black bone armor truly proved how brutal this battle was.
Blood continued to spill out along the cracks in the broken bone armor.
That's because the fragile skin cannot withstand the high pressure of such a battle, and the fragile capillaries collapse and break.
If someone could peel off Fan's black armor at this time, they would find that his body has turned into a bloody man, and the blood is squeezing out along his broken pores, terrifying and ferocious.
Even though the pain nerves have been sufficiently suppressed, Fan can still feel the bone-piercing pain at this moment.
The pain of struggling and hissing in every pore is simply not something that ordinary people can bear.
After a crazy fight, Fan almost couldn't help but spit out blood, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and forced himself to swallow it.
His pupils became more and more ferocious, and the spaces between his teeth and lips and tongue were already full of blood stains Jessore is worthy of being the first speaker of the Peak Parliament.
His strength can no longer be described as terrifying.
Just think about the combined attack of the three Dahls.
It just forced Fan to be in his strongest state, but once Jessor took action, Fan's body almost collapsed.
The pause after the blow was almost the time for Fan You to adjust himself.
At this time, his body was trembling.
This was a normal physiological reaction.
If even the pain that should have disappeared reminded him of his injury, then It proved that his body was on the verge of collapse at any time.
In this situation, retreating may be a good choice, facing the invincible Jessore.
It may not be a good decision to take the long term.
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So will Brahma shrink back?
The answer is of course no.
The predicament will only arouse Brahma's more complete resistance.
It will only make his fighting blood boil even more Jessore believed that Van had left the ancestral tribe and this was an opportunity to get rid of him.
And the same.
For Van, now is the best time to get rid of Jessore, who has left the parliament.
Faced with Fan's desperate attack, Jessor frowned deeply.
Fan's tenacity and strength far exceeded his expectations.
He has not personally taken action for nearly ten years, but this does not mean that he has forgotten how to do it. fighting.
On the contrary, as a reformer who is actually infinitely close to the fifteenth level, ten years of meditation has given him a deeper combat intuition.
The accumulation of decades of experience is by no means something that Brahma can do. match.
But even so, he was unable to completely take the initiative in the battle.
Fan's bravery in the battle perfectly made up for his lack of experience, and his strange and hard black bone armor, as well as his occasional The strange "power" that had a great impact on him almost made up for the gap in his level.
Being able to counterattack despite his full attack proved that Fan was indeed qualified to be his opponent.
But when he thought of Fan's actual age, an inexplicable chill began to invade Jessore's heart.
The native species must not be left alive.
He has become so powerful in just a few years.
If it doesn't get rid of him, who else in the world can stop him in time?
Therefore, Jessore, who was originally steadfast in his vows, began to become more and more gloomy.
But at this moment, he was inexplicably pulled by a force from within his body, and he actually spurted out blood in public.
With a muffled grunt and suppressing the injuries in his body, Jessol immediately looked at his opponent in surprise.
"How did you do that?"
he asked in a hissing voice.
"When you go to hell, ask the souls who died in my hands."
Fan snorted coldly, without any intention of explaining, he just waved his sword and iron fist again.
"If you don't want to talk about arrogance, then don't ever say it again."
Jessor roared angrily and threw out a punch as well.
Rumble There was another violent explosion in the sky, and this time it was even worse than last time.
The two fighting figures retreated at the same time as if they were electrocuted, leaving traces of hundreds of meters on the ground before they stopped.
Finally he couldn't bear the injury anymore, and blood spurted out with a roar.
The black and sticky blood proved that his injury had affected his lungs.
His whole body was shaking continuously and he was almost withdrawn.
His arms, especially the front half, had broken bones and armor.
Parts began to detach, revealing the bright red flesh and blood underneath.
Seeing Fan's appearance, several people watching the battle couldn't help but exclaimed, especially Mandala.
If Art hadn't stopped her with all his strength, he would have almost rushed into the field.
"Don't stop me," Mandala yelled, waving her hand and punching out.
At this time, she was extremely anxious and couldn't care less about who was in front of her.
She was all about Fan.
"Calm down.
If you are an opponent that even the leader can't defeat, what's the use of going up there?
And the leader hasn't been defeated yet.
Since he dares to ask for a fight, he is sure of himself.
We only have to believe in him, otherwise it will only cause chaos if we go there."
Art's roar calmed down Mandala.
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Indeed, if Fandu could not defeat Jessore, what was the use of her going?
Now she can only hope that Fandu can create miracles again, and there is nothing else.
Law.
This was a battle at the level of gods, and it was no longer something mortals like them could participate in.
"Boss, come on, I believe you can do it.
We have all come this far, and we must not fall before the last step."
Art whispered.
In fact, his heart was not as firm as before.
Can Fan finally succeed?
To create a miracle, everything is still unknown.
Are there any miracles in this world?
The answer is of course yes.
Because some miracles may not necessarily be accomplished by yourself.
Jessol, who had been quietly recovering his strength, suddenly staggered.
He stepped down and fell, almost falling.
In an emergency, he didn't care about his image.
He put his hands on the ground and half-knelt.
Only then could he hold on, and he tried his best to cover himself up.
A large amount of blood is uncontrollably gushing out from between the fingers of the corner of his mouth.
"Uh" blood spurted out again, and Jessore's gray beard was almost completely red.
"Asshole, what on earth have you done?"
He roared ferociously and angrily.
"I told you," Fan Dali gasped, "Go to hell and ask."
"Bastard" Jessor could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.
At this moment, he put aside all his restraint and went crazy just to kill the person in front of him.
He was as fast as thunder and running like a meteor.
Jessor's strength was even more powerful as he used all his strength to kill.
This sudden attack completely surpassed Fan's imagination, so much so that it was difficult to catch Jessore's flying figure from his perspective.
At the critical moment, Fan couldn't think about how the injured Jessore could still launch such a fierce offensive.
He activated the power of origin crazily, trying to penetrate the opponent's body again and directly attack his internal organs.
But his last blow was half a beat too late, and Jessore, who was completely furious, had already held a sharp blade and struck through the heart with a sword.
At the extremely critical moment, no one present could see clearly the movements.
They could only hear the sound of jingo piercing and the hissing of jade and silk.
When everything is silent, thousands of afterimages finally merge into one, and everything in the scene finally becomes clear.
Everyone's eyes were all focused on Fan and Jessore, no, to be precise, they were focused on the third person, the third person who disrupted the situation, the third person who changed the outcome totgttotgttotgt: