The Time of the Decisive Battle

The originally tepid offensive and defensive battle suddenly became extremely tragic with the sudden appearance of Yang Kai and the end of the Mo people such as Manaye and Diallo.

At this point, even the lowest-level soldiers of the two clans noticed that the situation was getting weird. The top powerhouses of the two clans seemed to be competing for who could kill faster and who could kill more. , The false kings of the Mo people and the eighth-rank human races are falling and disappearing one after another.

In terms of the efficiency of killing the enemy alone, it is undoubtedly the Mo people that is even better.

Led by the two kings in person, the killing squad formed by more than a dozen false kings is extremely powerful. The formation formed by the eighth-rank is simply unstoppable. Once the battle is broken, the number of eighth-rank formed will soon perish. .

And no matter how fast Yang Kai is, he can only deal with three fake kings at most at one time...

In just one cup of tea time, more than 20 pseudo-kings have fallen from the Mo clan. Yang Kai's body is covered in ink and blood, and his murderous intention is lingering around him, like a killing god who has returned from purgatory. , so that the pseudo-kings of the entire battlefield are all frightened.

The human race also paid a very heavy price, and more than a hundred eighth-ranking people turned into cold corpses.

The situation was only relieved until one after another 9-Rank pulled out their hands and joined the siege of the Black Ink Clan's strong team.

Yang Kai did not aimlessly kill those fake kings. The targets he attacked were all the opponents of the 9-Ranks. With the help of spatial supernatural powers, he shuttled around the battlefield, cooperated with the 9-Ranks of the Human Race, and brought them together. opponents to solve one by one.

When the last ninth-rank swept the air, the top combat power of the human race has already formed an encirclement of this Black Ink Clan strong team!

Only then did Mi Jinglun breathe a sigh of relief.

In the void, Mi Jinglun, Xiang Shan, Ouyang Lie, Wei Junyang, Xiaoxiao, Wu Qing, Shi Dazhuang, Tang Tao are all eight ninth rank, sealing Bafang Space, it can be said that the ninth rank of the human race, except for Yang who is wandering and killing Kai, Luo Tinghe, who was fighting alone with Mo Yu, and Yang Xuewu Kuang, who was far away from Chutian Dajian, gathered together.

This is the heritage accumulated by the human race for thousands of years. It is not too powerful, and it is much worse than the peak of the human race, but this is a sign and hope for the rise of the human race.

The fierce battle did not know when to stop, and the eight ninth-rank mobilized their qi machines to seal the void, ensuring that no matter which direction these Mo people broke out from, they would usher in a stormy blow, but they did not In a hurry, the powerful human race on the bright side has the absolute upper hand, but in this level of battle, any carelessness may lead to bad consequences.

Both sides are constantly testing each other,

Find flaws.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Mi Jinglun glanced at Manaye strangely.

Before the ninth-grade human race came one after another and formed a siege situation, the Mo team had a chance to escape, but Manaye obviously did not have this plan, but allowed the ninth-grade human race to surround them, which made Mi Jinglun was puzzled.

"Where to flee?" Manaye didn't answer the question, and glanced at Mi Jinglun, obviously he was the weaker party, but his attitude was extremely tough.

Mi Jinglun was speechless.

Manaye said again: "There is one thing I can't figure out, and I also ask Mi Shuai to explain."

In the battlefield, Yang Kai's breath suddenly appeared and disappeared, and every time he appeared, there must be a number of false kings who were unlucky.

The Black Ink Clan's powerhouse team has been contained, but Yang Kai can let go of his hands and feet to kill and kill, and it seems good to delay for a while. In this way, Yang Kai can better weaken the Black Ink Clan's power. Mi Jinglun thought this. Thinking like this, he said, "There are still things in this world that you can't figure out?"

These words are not completely teasing. As the highest commanders of the two ethnic groups, Mi Jinglun and Manaye have not been fighting each other for a year or two. They can say that they know each other well, regardless of their racial stance, just as an opponent, Mi Jinglun is still I value Monaya very much.

Manaye didn't answer his words, and asked the doubts in his heart: "How did you find out?"

"What did you find?" Mi Jinglun replied casually, with a suspicious look on his face at the right time.

Manaye looked at him for a moment, and said lightly: "Although Mi Shuai, you concealed it very well, this brother Ouyang doesn't seem to be as good at disguising as you, so why should Mi Shuai ask knowingly."

On the side, Ouyang Lie said angrily, "What's wrong with Lao Tzu?" After chatting, Ouyang Lie was full of unwillingness to talk about what Lao Tzu did.

Manaye turned his head and glanced at him: "When I asked that sentence just now, your expression changed slightly, which shows that you know what I am asking."

"At the juncture of the battle of life and death, can't I be nervous!" Ouyang Lie roared.

Manaye was too lazy to pay attention to him, and still looked at Mi Jinglun: "Over the years, the human race has maintained a similar frequency of attacks that do not return to the pass, but this time it was much earlier, and Brother Yang actually didn't care about my side, Obviously he can save those eighth-rank, but he is still slaughtering the fake king. Obviously you only need to spend more than ten years to achieve the same goal at the lowest cost, but you chose this way. . This situation... as if you can't wait to win and not return."

On the side, Diallo and the many fake kings listened in the fog, and they didn’t know what Manaye was talking about. A king, more than ten fake kings, but the human race has nine ninth-rank, in terms of strength, the Mo people are completely at a disadvantage.

They also wanted to know the answer to Mi Jinglun's question just now. Why didn't they escape when they could escape? As a result, they fell into the current situation of being besieged, and each and everyone of the Black Ink Clan strongmen, while nervous and uneasy in their hearts, could not help but have some dissatisfaction with Manaye.

"Why is this?" Manaye opened his mouth, but he was not asking, he continued: "There is only one possibility, and that is that your human race knows about it, so you can't wait to end the non-returning customs. War, for this, I would rather pay some more price! Mi Shuai, am I right?"

Mi Jinglun shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Manaye sighed: "Forget it, Mi Shuai doesn't want to answer, so don't ask. This should be the final decisive battle, but it's a bit unexpected, my Mo people are not ready, but it seems that your people are not ready either. Oh, who would have thought that this decisive battle would start in this way! But Mi Shuai, although my Mo clan is on the decline right now, it is not so easy for the human race to win and not return to the level. I hope that after this battle, the loss of the human race will be reduced. As far as you can bear!"

Ouyang Lie said irritably, "What are you doing, Rory, Manaye, your time of death is here!"

Manaye turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold, he changed his gentle expression, and said sternly: "You really think you've settled on me?"

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, before returning to the pass, dozens of powerful breaths that shook the void rose into the air and swept out.

Those are the pseudo-kings who have been staying in the non-returning pass and guarding the king-level ink nest.

Since the Human Race began to attack and failed to return to the pass, these pseudo-kings have been stationed in the pass without returning. This is also a helpless move, mainly to guard against the annoying guy Yang Kai.

This scorpion has always been elusive, and every battle will come in from the realm of the sky. If there are no fake kings to guard the ink nest, Yang Kai has already destroyed the ink nest. Without the ink nest, the ink family would not have any A source for replenishing troops.

And when Yang Kai fought against the pseudo-king team led by Diallo many times, they also resisted the aftermath of the battle and protected the king-level ink nest.

These pseudo-kings have never left the border since the Terran attacked!

However, at this moment, they were dispatched in unison without reservation.

Without their support, not returning to the level at this moment can be said to be almost undefended!

Even though there are still two black-colored giant gods standing on the left and right sides of the non-returning pass, if Yang Kai has the heart, he can take this opportunity to go in and destroy all the black-colored nests with ease. It will only speed up the damage of the ink nest.

Aware of the unusual movement on the other side of the pass, many of the ninth-rank human race all looked awe-inspiring.

Manaye grinned at Mi Jinglun: "Since it's the final battle, then I'm welcome!"

The human race would rather pay a huge price to win and not return to the customs. How can the Mo people hide their clumsiness? After all, if this battle is defeated, there will be no Mochao. Under such a situation, Mochao no longer needs to be guarded. , Fight to the death, win the king and lose the bandit.

"Kill!" Manaye suddenly shouted in a low voice, leading a group of Mo people powerhouses, rushing towards Wei Junyang, and this time he caught Wei Junyang by surprise.

Like Xiang Shan, Wei Junyang was also injured, and was obviously taken as a breakthrough by Manaye, which made Wei Junyang quite annoyed.

But fortunately, the ninth-rankers were all powerful and quickly stabilized the battle.

When Mi Jinglun's spiritual thoughts were surging, the eight ninth-rank three people left in an instant to fight against the pseudo-kings who never returned to the pass. situation.

However, dozens of fake kings rushed out together, and how could they be stopped by only three ninth grades. Those fake kings formed their respective formations, and only a three-talented formation could contain a ninth-rank one.

In an instant, the advantage that Yang Kai had brought by killing a large number of fake kings was wiped out, and the battle losses that the Terran had stopped, snowballed.

At this moment, a towering pass entered the battlefield, and Chunyang Pass, which had been outside the battlefield, finally joined the battle formation!

The huge pass was slowly revolving, and the many large-scale secret treasures placed on the pass continued to emit dazzling rays of light like thunder dragons, breaking into the enemy's formation, and every blow could clear a huge void.

The Mo people's defense line targeted by Chunyang Pass is in danger in an instant!