Then, there was a dead silence.

Hei Baogong, more fortunate than fortune.

Kunlun God of War exhausted all his energy and was so weak that he squatted on the seat next to him, panting like a cow.

He swallowed dryly and spit, and said: "Black Baogong, indeed, his reputation is well-deserved."

"If he can die under my kingship fighting skills, he can be considered to be dead."

"The surname is Ye, now you have any backhands, use them all."

Ye Wudao shook his head: "Are you talking to me as a winner?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that you don't deserve it."

Kunlun God of War said in surprise: "What?"

"Are you still not satisfied?"

"The Hei Bao Gong has lost, why don't I deserve to be the winner?"

Ye Wudao: "If this is the arena, now you have won."

"But, this is the battlefield. It's better than not dividing, how can we divide the winner or lose."

Kunlun God of War stared at Duke Hei Bao: "He is dead!"

"Don't talk about him, as long as he is not a strong king, he will surely die if he is attacked by my complete king's fighting skills!"

Ye Wudao smiled slightly: "Don't forget, Hei Bao Gong specializes in cultivating the body."

"Although his strength is not as strong as that of a king, but his physical ability to fight is comparable to that of a king!"

"Mr. Hei Bao, come out."

Whoa!

The ruins that buried Gong Hei Bao started to move.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody paw stretched out from under the ruins.

Then, another hand, head, torso...

Hei Bao Gong was covered in bruises and wounds, with no half inch of intact skin left.

It is very different from the image of the white-faced scholar before.

But he actually stood up.

He even licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The smile of the Kunlun God of War gradually solidified on his face,

There was an ominous premonition in my heart.

Now, his energy is exhausted, and at best he can display the strength of the god of war.

Although the black bag was seriously injured,

It seems that his strength has not been damaged much.

Can he be his opponent?

Ye Wudao is right,

If it were a match, he would have already won.

But if it is a battlefield, it is not certain who will live and who will die.

Hei Bao Gong murderously walked towards the Kunlun God of War,

The pace is getting steady and the speed is getting faster and faster.

His powerful body is recovering quickly.

The old man Chu tutted his tongue and praised: "Mother, this black baogong is strong."

"This fighting ability and self-healing speed are comparable to Wolverine."

Ye Wudao nodded in agreement,

Hei Bao Gong has been struggling all the way from the bottom to achieve today's status.

It is difficult for the physical body not to reach the metamorphosis level.

The black baogong walked to the Kunlun God of War, and his strength has recovered to 70% to 80% of the peak period.

The momentum is still majestic.

The Kunlun God of War also collapsed a little at this time,

He really doesn't know whether he can defeat the black Bao Gong without the help of vigor.

The Kunlun God of War stood up and scuffled with the opponent again.

Facts have proved that the Kunlun God of War, who has no energy to assist, is only tyrannized by the black Baogong.

Fortunately, the energy of the Kunlun God of War also recovered from time to time.

Once the Qi Jin recovers even a little bit, he will launch a Qi Qi attack on the Hei Bao Gong.

In just a few minutes,

Both of them were ripped apart and changed beyond recognition.

But neither of the two refused to admit defeat first and continued to fight in blood.

Just when the two sides were fighting,

The window suddenly burst,

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow flashed from the window and fell between the Kunlun God of War and the black Bao Gong.

"Stop it all for me." The black shadow roared. JrNovels.com