The King of The Worlds

Qin Yi's order was issued, and immediately, a violent attack that was completely unexpected by the Nie Nation God of Death came in an instant.

The strong all over the country suddenly came out together, and the Chinese Legion began to retreat steadily.

The thirty-six venerables are extremely powerful in the eyes of everyone in the country. But at this moment, they encountered an opponent, and what was even more frightening was that this opponent, the enemy was so powerful that it made one's heart tremble.

Unable to stop it, under the large-scale attack, the National Death Troupe began to fall, and at an extremely fast speed. The army was defeated like a mountain, and among the rumblings, countless blocks and sites were lost in an instant.

When King Acceptance walked halfway, he had already heard the news that made him angry.

In any case, King Acceptance did not expect that after a battle, it would turn out like this. The three armies he was so proud of, the thirty-six lords, turned out to be like a paper tiger, which could be broken with a single stab.

This made him doubt himself and the strength of his country. The strength of Qin State seems to have exceeded his imagination. This kind of strength does not mean the strength of individual strength, but the strength of the strength that erupts after the fusion of the overall strength.

This kind of strength is completely different from the strength he understands.

"My lord, the legion can't stand it any longer. Of the thirty-six lords, five of them have lost their fighting power so far!"

The news brought by the soldiers was not good, and King Acceptance's face was so downcast that he became very ugly.

"So fast, what's going on at the front line?"

Even the king of acceptance knew that he shouldn't question the bottom at this moment, but he couldn't help but ask back.

"This, the enemy's method, we have never seen or heard of it!"

The soldier said bitterly.

King Acceptance was puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions. After a flash of his eyes, he said, "Yasuo, you go to the front line."

"This king wants you to annihilate all the strong men in the enemy army!"

"After completing the task, this king will give you freedom and personally send you back to your hometown!"

At the critical moment, the King of Acceptance made the promise directly.

A promise is as good as it is, a golden mouth, a promise made by the king will not be violated. People like Acceptance King, although crazy and ruthless on the surface, are very clear in their hearts and keep their promises.

"The fallen leaves seem to be returning to their roots!"

Yasuo grasped the hilt of his sword, turned and walked towards the direction he came from.

"Remember your promise, otherwise, I will defend my glory to the death!"

A faint word came with the wind, and Yasuo's back had disappeared from King Acceptance's eyes.

The frontline legions are fighting on the battlefield.

"woo woo woo woo!"

The drones roared past, and when they reached the heads of the gods of death, they dropped bombs or spit out bullets one by one, setting off a large heat wave and explosion, causing countless gods of death to be shot.

Immediately afterwards, there was another large sword curtain wheel covering it, beheading and killing the gods in an instant.

Qin's attack method is indeed strange, and it is also incomprehensible to everyone in the country. Because what they are facing is a new type of strong man who still maintains his own world characteristics under the fusion of civilizations.

Under such circumstances, when they became familiar with a new fighting style, they changed quickly. Suddenly, it was another kind.

Such an unpredictable fighting style and method made the already simple and single-minded Chinese death army unable to react, and they were beaten in a daze.

Retreat layer by layer, rolling all the way.

The Qin army was striding forward almost at such a speed, attacking back and forth in four directions, flanking, and gradually encircling the French army, making it impossible for them to even escape.

This time went on and on,

The Western Legion was almost defeated all the way.

Facing the earliest ninja civilization, the strength of the Naruto Legion is at the forefront of Qin. Under the leadership of Uchiha Madara, who has experienced many battles and has outstanding personal abilities, it is like a sharp knife, piercing through the entire army.

Among the four directions, the Western Legion was defeated the fastest and the most ruthless.

"Dash! Dash! Dash!"

"Dafeng, Qin Feng, Dafeng, Qin Feng!!"

There was a loud roar like thunder, and the faces of the soldiers of Qin State were covered with masks, like terrifying skeletons.

Blurring, this method of doubling combat power, is a method that almost every soldier must learn.

Uchiha Madara stood in the crowd and walked forward.

He was at the forefront, the strongest and most ruthless nail in the Western Legion.

Along the way, Madara's expression was indifferent, and he seemed a little bored.

According to him, the legendary strongest Zun class among the enemies is nothing more than a group of rookies who have poor control power and can't even use the new birth power. After defeating three in a row, there was no interest anymore.

At this moment, Madara folded her arms and walked slowly.

The god of death in China approached him, charging towards him, but when he was about to touch him, he would be blown away by an invisible repulsive force.

This force is so strong that it can instantly crush a person to pieces and fall into death.

Suddenly, Madara's footsteps stopped.

He raised his eyes slowly, and his pitch-black eyes suddenly changed into a kaleidoscope Sharingan.

"Has someone strong appeared?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and he looked forward.

The dense Chinese death army was boundless, and there was nothing special at all. However, Madara knew clearly at this moment that somewhere in front of her, there was a powerful figure approaching quickly.

This is purely a steam engine induction, not seen by the naked eye, nor perceived by the soul.

There is an inductive connection between the strong and the strong.

A minute later, a man with a sword on his waist and long hair tied up, and a man with a long history of vicissitudes of life came into his eyes.

"Report your name!"

Madara let out a voice, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In China, there finally appeared a strong man who could see it!

"It's just a passer-by, so there's no need to know the name."

The vicissitudes of life man in front slowly drew out his sword, his eyes were very flat, and his attitude was extremely casual.

He walked out slowly, placing his body in the center of the most intense battle between the two armies.

In an instant, soldiers from the state of Qin rushed towards him.

Yasuo almost took a step, and his body didn't know what changed at this moment, it was just a few twists, leaving afterimages, and before the Qin soldiers could react, they had already left the attack range.

This kind of skill was beyond everyone's expectations, and it made Madara's pupils shrink even more.

Even he couldn't understand it.

But Madara knew very well that the man in front of him was very strange!

He obviously looks very weak, and he doesn't have a surge of power, and he doesn't have the aura of a strong man, but he gives people a very dangerous feeling, which is creepy.

The vicissitudes of life man continued to move forward with his sword. Facing ordinary soldiers, he did not kill them directly, but dodged easily, or hit the opponent's deadly place, causing them to lose their mobility.

After just a few breaths, the vicissitudes of life stood in front of Madara.

"I don't know, has this leader of the Qin Kingdom seen Gale?"