V5.Chapter 68

Name:Martial God Author:Cang Tian Bai He
In the distance, an endless sea of tents appeared.

Even he Yiming, who saw this spectacular scene for the first time, can guess the origin of these tents.

Here, only where the Western army is stationed can there be a sea of tents of this size.

The rapid approach of the three of them has attracted the attention of the strong in the tent. Countless whistles sounded at this moment, and between the shadows, it seems that this ocean has set off a huge wave.

Jin battle's eyes lit up, he suddenly screamed, stretched out his hand and patted gently at his waist, and the hidden dragon gun suddenly appeared in his hand silently.

Then he stepped out

The distance under his feet seemed to shorten sharply in an instant. Just in a flash, the golden battle had disappeared in front of he Yiming.

The distance between dozens of feet was achieved in one move. When he stepped out steadily, he even surpassed the Western guest who fled like a fugitive and suddenly appeared in front of him.

The westerner just felt a flower in front of him, and was immediately frightened by the mysterious golden battle not far in front of him.

His heart beat at an unprecedented high speed, his hands pointed to the battle of gold, and his eyes showed an indescribable strong shock and disbelief.

At this critical juncture, he has recognized it.

This haunting lightness skill performed by the Jin campaign is definitely not something that can be performed by people below the venerable.

For a moment, there was a buzzing in his mind, and only one idea lingered.

Jin battle, he turned out to be a real venerable

His heart suddenly became cold, and even his hands and feet seemed to become weak.

At this moment, when his will and resistance fell to the bottom, he saw a light in front of him.

This light stabbed out of the hands of the golden battle, like a meteor falling from the sky, or like a strong lightning in a rainstorm. It seems that from the moment of stabbing, it has crossed the distance between each other and penetrated his heart.

The westerner bowed his head. He looked at the big hole in his chest with a confused look in his eyes. Then he fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched twice, and then he couldn't get up again.

He Yiming had already stopped when the Jin campaign launched a ten thousand mile idle court.

However, at the moment of seeing the golden battle take out the Dragon gun, he Yiming had understood that the Western guest who came to provoke had no reason to survive.

In fact, if this person's strength is not lost, if he has not lost his confidence, if he has not lost his fighting spirit, then when he returns here, as long as he holds on for a moment, maybe this result will be completely rewritten.

However, there are not so many ifs in this world, and now the real protagonist of this moment is the golden battle, standing beside the corpse, carrying a dragon gun and standing tall.

In the sea of tents, there seemed to be a sudden pause.

Although the vast majority of people don't understand what happened, he Yiming and Jin battle are both oriental faces, while the guy lying on the ground bleeding, less air intake and more air outlet is a typical westerner.

Whatever the reason, chasing Westerners came here and killed people just before they got close to the camp. This arrogant provocative way to the extreme immediately successfully provoked the crazy blood in all Westerners.

Several long howls sounded everywhere, corresponding to the reply of the strong at the same level.

He Yiming's face changed slightly. These howls were endless, and they were all made by different people.

In the sea of tents in the west, there are so many innate strong people hidden.

At this moment, he Yiming even wondered whether the innate strong men of all western countries had come here.

However, the only comfort is that there is no strong person at the level of respect in these long howls, otherwise he Yiming must have turned around and fled without saying a word.

When his eyes turned, a trace of doubt appeared in the bottom of his heart.

Whether it was the unlucky westerner or the Jin battle, they were all extremely bold and dared to go straight to the other side's nest. Such recklessness seemed to care nothing about the presence of the strong at the level of respect in the other side's camp, which must have an agreement they didn't know. Otherwise, how could they have done such a thing that would lead to their own death.

The figures flashed one after another, but for a moment, dozens of people had flown out of the sea of tents.

From the light body skill they showed, even the most inferior people's strength has reached the congenital realm, and the first few of them are even more imposing. However, they also kept a certain distance between walking, and no one rushed up rashly alone.

This is the effect of the startling shot just now in the Jin campaign. Under one shot, one person was killed immediately, which made people even have no power to fight back.

Such strong strength performance makes all powerful masters have a feeling of panic.

The battle of Jin suddenly roared, and his howling spread far away. In the face of so many masters who were enough to make his scalp numb, he was not afraid at all.

With a shake of the Dragon gun in his hand, he immediately picked up the Western guest on the ground and flew high towards them.

Plop

When the man's body fell heavily to the ground, Jin battle shouted, "it's impolite to come but not to go. This man's body is still there. Who else has the courage to come out and fight."

Those people stopped and their eyes fell on the corpses on the ground. Most people's eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

It can be seen that they have recognized the origin of the man. People who can be remembered by so many inborn strong people are naturally those who are extremely outstanding.

One of the old men rushed out, came to the body, picked it up, and let the residual blood in his chest flow to his body as if it were endless.

He shouted loudly, as if questioning something. Behind him, several people explained something in fear.

Although he Yiming couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, Jin battle was no stranger to their language, and a cold smile of disdain came out of the corners of his mouth.

He Yiming asked curiously, "brother Jin, what are they talking about?"

Jin battle raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "the dead westerner's name is Thomas. He is a top expert in a large western country. Today, he came to Zhenjin city to challenge. It was the result of a bet. The old man is Thomas' senior brother, and he doesn't know about it, so he's a little jumpy at the moment."

Sure enough, the old man jumped up suddenly and kicked out three of them in mid air.

Since the three were qualified to follow the crowd, they were at least masters of the innate realm, but under the attack of the old man, they didn't dare to fight back at all.

He Yiming shook his head secretly. For a bet, such an expert fell. If he were the old man, he might even have the heart to kill them.

The old man slowly turned around, from his body filled with a strong to the extreme murderous intent.

The old man has a head of yellow hair. At this time, he is angry and aggressive. His hair is faintly upside down, which is particularly ferocious and terrifying. Even people in the same camp with him are full of fear when looking at him.

"Who are you..." he said viciously.

He actually speaks the official language of Dongfang Dashen. Although it is not a very standard, he Yiming and others can understand it.

Jin battle laughed and said, "old man, you should introduce yourself before asking others' names. Don't you even know this?"

The man's eyes were immediately full of fierce blood, and his body moved, as if he wanted to rush directly. But at this moment, a powerful palm pressed on his shoulder.

Another old man who looked like him in grade whispered a few words in his ear. He breathed a few times, but his feet stood firmly.

The new old man took a step forward, raised a hand on his shoulder, and bowed slightly to them. Even in the time of hostility, he also did enough etiquette, and then whispered, "my name is tatamu, this is Danny, and the one you killed is Thomas. What's your name?"

Tatamu speaks very slowly, almost word by word

Although he Yiming heard it very uncomfortable, he was secretly surprised. So far, among the three Western masters he came into contact with, they all knew the language of Dongfang Dashen. Although their speed of speaking was not flattering, it can also prove that they really spent a lot of effort before the eastern expedition.

Jin battle this is a smile, nodded his head, and said, "tatamu, right? Jin battle, if any of you want to avenge Thomas, come up."

The Dragon gun in his hand jumped slightly, and a huge momentum immediately surged up from him.

Tatamu's eyes suddenly coagulated, and a low and powerful voice suddenly sounded from his mouth: "the golden battle..."

"Battle of gold..."

Not only he, but also most of the dozens of people made similar sounds.

Among the people here, of course, it is impossible for everyone to understand Da Shen's language, but the three words "Jin battle" are not unfamiliar to everyone.

He Yiming's heart was slightly chilly. The voices of these people seemed to contain a trace of surprise. This performance was really amazing.

Then, all eyes began to shine faintly.

Tata Mu suddenly whispered a drink, and suddenly, a series of weapons stirred up.

Dozens of people unexpectedly pulled out weapons at the same time. In the west, the most popular weapons are no more than several kinds.

One is a two handed sword, the other is a soft foil made of special materials that can be bent. Some people use a combination weapon of a sword and a shield, and several people hold a long gun in their hands. The weapon that two of them took out turned out to be a long bow almost as high as a person. After taking out the long bow, the two people not only did not come forward, but also retreated a few steps and drew a distance from the crowd.