I Have a Doomsday City

"I have a doomsday city (

At this time, Song Jian's mind was blank, his mental strength, qi and blood, and sword aura, as if being drawn by something, quickly decreased.

In ten seconds, Song Jian's vitality value was less than one tenth, and his spirit was even more dry, and his sword vitality was less than ten points.

At this time, Song Jian had no way to maintain the soil escape state, and was forced to get out of the rock and lay on the black ground.

At this moment, the ground trembled slightly, and the rumbling sound was endless, and countless barbarian cavalry came towards him, and the phantom of the barbarian **** slowly appeared in the sky.

Song Jian slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were the angry eyes of the barbarian god.

"Me, what's wrong with me?" Song Jian's memory of before coma appeared like lightning.

"Damn it, the boiling blood will cause me harm!" Song Jian's expression changed drastically. If he is at the peak of his state and the chance of escaping from the pursuit is nine deaths, then his state at this time is ten deaths without life. , There is no possibility of survival.

At this moment, there were several foreign **** sons from all directions, and the saint woman was driven by the barbarian cavalry and rushed towards Song Jian's location.

The barbarian cavalry did not deliberately chase them, but these people just happened to stand in the way of the barbarian cavalry. After being discovered, they were full of cavalry in all directions, and there was nowhere to hide, so they could only passively drive forward.

"There is a human race, human race!" a foreign **** son, with an excited look in his eyes, roared loudly.

"Challenge, challenge him, and hide in the **** ring!"

"Haha, as long as you hide in the **** ring, you can avoid these barbarian cavalry. It's just good luck..."

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For a time, these seven or eight foreign **** sons and saints rushed towards Song Jian together.

In Song Jian's mind, seven or eight voices suddenly sounded. The voice was as cold as an ordinary one. It was similar to the prompt sound given by the system every time, but there were also subtle differences.

"Kama, the **** son of the Tianha tribe, has issued a **** challenge to you, do you agree?"

"Ziyunliu, the saint of the Zilan Star Clan, sends a **** challenge to you, do you agree?"

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All the goddess saints who appeared within Song Jian's field of vision challenged Song Jian almost at the same time! In their view, as long as they can hide in the **** ring, they can avoid these barbarian cavalry. What they did not expect is that the target of these barbarian cavalry is Song Jian. If they knew, they would be afraid to avoid Song Jian. How dare you come closer?

Song Jian looked at the barbarian cavalry who was less than a hundred meters away from him. At such a short distance, it only took a few seconds to trample him under his feet. On top of his head, the phantom of the barbarian **** became clearer and clearer. Condensation is the essence.

"When did the **** ring turn on the challenge function?" A smile appeared on Song Jian's face. It was a smile from a dead end. He had never thought of hiding in the **** ring. Unexpectedly, this opportunity came to him in vain.

"agree!"

Song Jian yelled, no matter who he was in the life and death ring, he could enter the **** ring to recover. Even if he was given a few seconds, he could recover to 80% of his state, as long as he could recover to 100%. In the state of eighty, he can use the five-element escape method, and he can avoid this large group of barbarian cavalry. As for the barbarian deity, then he can only resign himself!

Whoosh whoosh~

Song Fitnessying and the eight foreign **** sons and saints turned into white light at the same time, and flew into the sky dripping with blood, standing on both sides of the arena.

At this time, in the void in front of everyone, a fifteen-second countdown appeared at the same time. When the countdown was over, the battle would begin.

The melee, I didn't expect it to be a melee!

A look of panic appeared in the eyes of several **** sons and saints. Everyone fought, and only one person could get out in the end, which meant that they had always wanted to avoid fighting each other, but it was finally unavoidable!

"Go together, let's solve the human race first!" A **** son finally couldn't bear the strange silent atmosphere, and shouted loudly.

"Yes, first kill the Human Race Tianjiao, then we will decide the winner!"

In an instant, all the foreign goddesses and saints made their decisions at the same time, and Song Jian at this time had already begun to seize the time to stuff the restoring potions in the parcel into his mouth.

The vitality value, spirit value, and sword aura values ​​are quickly restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is not a time to save. Song Jian uses all instantaneous potions and pills, whether it is to increase the value. It is still increasing the percentage, and it all swallowed into the stomach.

Ten, nine, eight,...

The countdown slowly ends. In the last three seconds, the original white illusory numbers have become blood red, and at the same time a crimson aura fills the ring. This aura is the same as the chaotic aura in the starry sky battlefield, making people There is a crazy desire to destroy everything.

"kill!"

Several foreign **** sons and saints had killing intent, UU reading www.uukanshu.com rushed towards Song Jian with a grim face, and Song Jian at this time also recovered in fifteen seconds. , Although not at the peak state, but also has the power of World War I!

Hum~

With a soft sound, the time stamp exudes a transparent light, an invisible and intangible energy surrounding the Song Fitness body. After spreading out for ten meters, it begins to shrink slowly, until a ring with a diameter of one meter is formed. Just stopped.

At the same time, the endless hunting halo, I don't know when Song Jian also used it to the extreme, the halo under his feet exudes a white halo, Song Jian looks like a fierce tiger, holding a sword that breaks the sky, and rushed towards several people.

For a time, Song Jian held a long sword and fought together with several **** sons and saints. Almost none of the two sides displayed any great skills, just like a martial arts fighter, relying only on ordinary boxing and swords. Moves and sword skills attack, but these ordinary boxing techniques, sword moves, and sword skills, in the hands of these people, have the effect of turning corruption into a magical effect, and each move is no weaker than the skill tricks performed by ordinary players.

The blood type ring was shrouded in red light, and a faint **** breath rippled in all directions. Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry, reining in their horses, stood with their heads up and looked towards the **** ring in the air.

Even the barbarian gods, who had been seriously injured, were left with five heads and eight arms. They quietly bowed their heads and looked at the **** arena with responsible eyes.

"The **** arena, huh, it was originally an arena for barbarians to please the gods. When will other races have to wait for the **** arena to please the barbarians, hahahaha!"

Inexplicably, the barbarian **** suddenly laughed wildly, looking at the **** arena, Song Jian and a few others were fighting, a mocking look appeared in his eyes.

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