Chapter 68: Fighting Qi Transforms Into a Shape

In fact, Tutumont was studying the profound knowledge of shoes with Yiel at that time. The chubby prairie female shaman saw Yiele's bare feet and said to the saint: "... when it comes to boots, the most important thing is boots. The best ones are, of course, our Byzantine Court’s pony boots made of fragrant cowhide. They are cold-proof, beautiful, and durable. Dazhou’s pure white cloud-head ladies’ boots are also good. They will look good on you if you have thin legs, but the price is too expensive. Wang Ting, I’ll take you shopping, buy a few more pairs, and let him reimburse you!”

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

But Zhang Aman will definitely never know Tutumont’s original words again.

The army of the temple and King Battelle finally collided fiercely. The two armies with high morale were about to decide the outcome here. However, Zhang Debiao and his seven men were in the center of the battlefield, and the impact they suffered was so huge. ?

The defensive formation they set up collapsed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Debiao couldn't find his comrades!

Only now did he realize how difficult it was to survive on the battlefield without becoming a true strong man. If he had the overbearing power of Hu Jia Luo and the sixth level of Long Meng Baoxiang Qi, he would be completely He can be proud on the battlefield, but now he can only barely save his life!

"In this case, then..." Zhang Debiao's mental power and brutal fighting spirit poured into the tourmaline knife crazily, making the giant blade heavier and heavier, and brighter and brighter, with green light shining through the black gold cold iron!

"Longmeng Baoxiang, with 30,000 kilograms of power, completely explode!"

Three wolf knights lined up side by side rushed up, brandishing their sabers, but saw a flash of blue light, and the heads and necks of three huge silver-moon wolves separated, and the three knights on the wolf's back suddenly fell down. These three people were also experienced warriors. They immediately jumped up and slashed their heads with their sabers!

But before the saber could be struck down, three huge heads shot up into the sky, and their bodies fell to the ground!

Another saber struck him from behind, and when he was not prepared, it struck him on the shoulder. Zhang Debiao grunted, his shoulder muscles tightened suddenly, and the saber could no longer cut down. The knight on the wolf's back drew the knife hard, but he couldn't even pull the knife back. He roared, jumped up from the giant wolf, and rushed towards him.

Zhang Debiao's knife hilt hit back and hit the knight's helmet. The helmet made of fine steel dented a shocking chunk on the spot, and blood flowed out of the helmet!

The natural warlike wildness of the southern Xinjiang barbarians finally broke out in his body. Zhang Debiao was furious. Whether it was the army of the temple or the army of King Battelle, anyone who dared to come within three meters of him would be killed with a knife!

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

More and more enemies rushed up, and there were more and more scars on his body. Zhang Debiao's muscles all over his body were tightened, completely sealing the wounds and allowing the blood in his blood vessels to continue flowing.

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

The six-meter area where he was located had unknowingly become the focus of the battlefield. King Battle and his generals stood on the shoulders of the Behemoth, pointing at Zhang Debiao and saying, "Who is that person?"

One of the bodyguards glanced at him and said respectfully: "Back to your Majesty, it seems that he is an adventurer who was involved. He should be a barbarian from southern Xinjiang."

"Why don't I have such strong generals among my subordinates?" King Battle said with emotion.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate people!"

A bearded general jumped down from the Behemoth's shoulder and shouted angrily: "My subordinates, go kill him now and bring his head to the king!"

King Barter looked around and said with a smile: "Mo Rigen is really my tiger general!" All the generals were a little dissatisfied.

After a while, the guard reported back: "Your Majesty, Morigen fought with the Southern Xinjiang barbarian for more than ten rounds, and was killed by the Southern Xinjiang barbarian."

"..."

"Mo Rigen usually likes to brag, but he turns out to be vulnerable." King Battle frowned and said, "Who will go again?"

"General Saren is willing to go!" A female prairie barbarian general more than two meters tall stood up, grinned widely and said with a smile: "General, I heard that people in southern Xinjiang like women like me, so I am going to capture her this time. Get rid of him and take him home to be my Busugai (prairie language: husband, husband)!”

"Saren is really a hero among women!" King Battelle laughed and said: "If you can really capture him alive, wouldn't I have another strong general in my army?"

Not long after, the personal guard reported back: "Your Majesty, Saren had a word with the barbarian from southern Xinjiang, and the barbarian became furious and killed Saren with a single blow!"

King Battle changed his expression slightly, held back his anger, and said, "How many rounds did Sal fight with him?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly: "The barbarian became furious and doubled his strength. General Saren was defeated in less than one turn..."

The generals on the grassland turned pale as they looked at each other. King Barter was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Forget it, leave that barbarian to the Pope. You must avoid the sharp edges when you encounter him."

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"Pooh!"

Zhang Debiao spat heavily and glanced around. Now the momentum of the two armies had slowed down and they began to engage in close combat. There were corpses lying around him. Not many prairie barbarians dared to set foot on his defense. lock up. However, Zhang Debiao's pressure did not lessen, but became stronger and stronger. From time to time, a powerful prairie barbarian would challenge him.

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

What made him most angry was that a female general who looked like a violent earth bear jumped out of nowhere and asked him, "Am I pretty?"

The furious Barbarian showed his extraordinary strength and killed the female bear with one knife.

"You are damned if you dare to make fun of the aesthetics of our southern Xinjiang people... The Byzantine Royal Court is indeed the largest tribe in the grasslands. There are so many masters here, they are no less than those big cities in the Central Plains, and they are almost comparable to Black Flag. Suppress the barbarian soldiers!"

Zhang Debiao looked up and saw that the Pope on the head of the nine-headed dragon and King Barter on the shoulders of the Behemoth still had not made a move. He thought: "The strength of these two people is unfathomable. They also have super magic pets, so their mental power must be incomparable." He is powerful and must have the ability to transform his fighting spirit! I don’t know who is higher and who is lower than Yi Aier..."

At this moment, a totem pole suddenly shot out and nailed it under his feet, and a halo of recovery rippled endlessly. Zhang Debiao felt that the wounds on his body were slowly healing. He turned around and saw Tutumont and others not far away, protected by strips of black demon fighting energy.

Those demons' fighting energy was like poisonous snakes and pythons, tumbling within four to five feet around Yi'er. They came and went as fast as lightning, making the white-clothed saint girl look even more monstrous.

Anyone swept away by this demonic energy will be shattered to pieces!

"Is this the power of Dou Qi's transformation?"

Zhang Debiao's eyes narrowed slightly and he thought to himself: "The function of fighting spirit's transformation must be more than this."

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and a terrifying scene appeared, like a demon descending from hell. The picture in his mind should be the ultimate peak of fighting spirit transformation!

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

"Aman!" Morogan shouted: "You rushed too far, come in quickly, let's rush out now!"

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