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Chapter 68 Battle Qi Transformation

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    In fact, at that time, Tutumont was studying the profound knowledge of shoes with Iier. The chubby prairie shaman saw Iier's bare feet and said to the saint: " If you want to talk about boots, the best thing is to buy them."  The good ones are of course the pony boots made of fragrant cowhide by our Byzantine royal court. They are not only cold-proof but also beautiful and durable. Dazhou¡¯s pure white cloud-toed lady boots are also good. Your legs are thin and you must look good in them. That¡¯s the price.  It¡¯s too expensive. Your man is so stingy, he won¡¯t even buy you a pair of shoes, but when you get back to Wangting, I¡¯ll take you shopping, buy a few more pairs, and ask him to reimburse you!¡±

    There are many misunderstandings in this sentence. Yi Er walked over before Zhang Debiao had time to explain, so even the saint of the cult would blush.

    However, Zhang Aman will definitely never know Tutumont's original words.

    The temple and King Bateer's army finally collided fiercely. The two armies with high morale were about to face off here, and the seven of Zhang Debiao were in the very center of the battlefield. What a huge impact they suffered  ?

    The defensive formation they set up was smashed to pieces in an instant, and Zhang Debiao couldn't find his comrades in the blink of an eye!

    Only now does he know how difficult it is to survive on the battlefield without becoming a real strong man. If he has such an overbearing power as Hugarona, the sixth-level Longmengbao Xiangqi, completely  He can be proud of the battlefield, but now he can barely save his life!

    "In this case, then" Zhang Debiao's mental power and savage fighting spirit poured into the tourmaline knife frantically, making the giant blade heavier and brighter, and streaks of emerald green light came out from the black gold cold iron!

    "Longmeng Baoxiang, with a strength of 30,000 jin, let it explode completely!"

    Three wolf riders lined up rushed up brandishing their sabers, but saw a flash of green light, and the heads and necks of the three huge silver moon wolves were separated, and the three knights on the wolf's back immediately fell down.  These three people are also seasoned fighters, they immediately jumped up and slashed down with sabers!

    But before the saber was chopped down, three huge heads shot up into the sky, and the corpses fell to the ground!

    Another saber slashed at his back, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zhang Debiao groaned, his shoulder muscles tightened suddenly, and the saber could no longer slash.  The knight on the wolf's back drew his knife vigorously, but he couldn't even draw it back, so he couldn't help roaring, jumped up from the giant wolf, and rushed towards him.

    Zhang Debiao slammed the hilt of the knife backwards and hit the knight's helmet. A shocking large piece was dented in the helmet made of fine steel, and blood flowed out from the helmet!

    The natural warlike wildness of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang finally exploded in his body. Zhang Debiao was so jealous that no matter whether it was the army of the temple or the army of King Battle, as long as they dared to come within three meters of him, they would be killed with a knife!

    This six-meter radius has completely turned into a killing field. Within six steps, Zhang Aman is invincible!

    More and more enemies rushed up, and more and more scars on his body. Zhang Debiao's muscles were tense, completely sealing the wound, allowing the blood in the blood vessels to continue to flow.

    If he dared to relax, the wounds all over his body would explode, and he would bleed to death in an instant!

    The six-meter range where he was located unconsciously became the focus of the battlefield.  King Battle and his generals stood on the shoulders of the Behemoth, pointed at Zhang Debiao and said, "Who is that man?"

    A personal guard stared at him, and said respectfully: "Return to the king, it seems to be an adventurer who was involved, and he should be a barbarian from southern Xinjiang."

    "Why don't my subordinates have such a strong general?" King Battle said with emotion.

    "Your Majesty, don't underestimate people!"

    A bearded general jumped off the shoulder of the giant Beamon and shouted angrily: "This subordinate will kill him now, and bring his head to see the king!"

    King Bateer looked around, laughed and said: "Mo Zhigen is really my general!" All the generals were a little bit dissatisfied.

    After a while, the personal guard reported back: "My lord, Mo Zhigen fought with the barbarian in southern Xinjiang for more than ten rounds, and was killed by the barbarian in southern Xinjiang."

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    "Mo Zhigen usually likes to brag, so he is vulnerable." King Battle frowned and said, "Who will go again?"

    "The last general, Sa Ren, is willing to go!" A two-meter-tall female prairie general stood up, grinned and said with a big smile: "The last general heard that people in southern Xinjiang like women like me.  Let him go home and be my Busugai (prairie language: husband, husband)!"

    "Sa Ren is really a hero among women!" King Battle laughed and said, "If you can really capture him alive, wouldn't I have another strong general in my account?"

    It won't be long, my dear?Report: "Your Majesty, Sa Ren had a word with the barbarian from southern Xinjiang, and the barbarian became furious and killed Sa Ren with a knife!"

    King Bateer's face changed slightly, he held back his anger, and said, "How many rounds did Thrall fight with him?"

    The personal guard hesitated for a moment, and stammered: "The barbarian became furious, and his strength doubled. General Sa Ren was killed in less than a round"

    The generals in the grassland looked at each other, and King Battelle was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Forget it, leave that barbarian to His Excellency the Pope. You should avoid him when you meet him."

    "Bah!"

    Zhang Debiao spat blood heavily, and glanced around. Now the charge of the two armies has slowed down, and they began to engage in close combat. There are corpses lying around him, and not many grassland barbarians dare to set foot on his defense.  lock up.  However, Zhang Debiao's pressure not only did not ease, but became stronger and stronger. From time to time, a powerful prairie general would challenge him.

    These people are rare masters, even better than Mo Luogen, a third-level sword fighter. Fortunately, Zhang Debiao has no less combat experience than them. He survived on the battlefield by relying on the sharpness and weight of the tourmaline knife.  .

    What annoyed him the most was that just now, a female general who looked like a violent bear jumped out of nowhere and asked him, "Am I pretty?"

    In a rage, the barbarian showed extraordinary strength and slaughtered the female bear with a single knife.

    "Dare to make fun of the aesthetics of our Southern Xinjiang people, damn it Byzantine Court is indeed the largest tribe in the grassland. There are so many masters here, and it is not inferior to those big cities in the Central Plains. It is almost comparable to the black flag.  The town barbarians!"

    Zhang Debiao looked up, only to see that the Pope on top of the nine-headed flood dragon and King Battelle on the shoulders of the behemoth still hadn't made a move. He said in his heart: "The strength of these two people is unfathomable, and they have super magic pets, so their spiritual power must be incomparable."  Powerful, he must have the ability to transform into a fighting spirit! I don't know who is higher or lower than Yier"

    At this moment, a totem pole suddenly shot over and nailed it at his feet, and the halos of recovery waved endlessly.  Zhang Debiao felt that the wounds on his body were healing slowly, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Tutumont and others not far away, protected by strips of black demon fighting spirit.

    Those heavenly demon grudges are like poisonous snakes and giant pythons, writhing within four to five feet around Yier, coming and going suddenly, as fast as lightning, making this white-clothed saint look even more bewitching.

    Anyone who is swept away by this day's devilish energy will be smashed to pieces!

    "Is this the power of fighting spirit?"

    Zhang Debiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in his heart: "The function of transforming fighting energy into form must be more than that."

    Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a terrifying situation appeared, as if a demon god descended from hell. The picture in his mind should be the ultimate peak of battle qi transformation!

    Zhang Debiao was also frightened by his own imagination, and quickly shook his head: "Impossible, that would be too terrifying!"

    "Aman!" Mo Luogen said loudly: "You have rushed too far, come in quickly, let's rush out now!"

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