Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh tower hanging head
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
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The battle between the West Asian God of War and the God of Death was extremely terrifying. The Death God's sickle and the sharp scimitar kept colliding in the air. Each collision would erupt with a dazzling spark, followed immediately by a shock wave like a nuclear bomb explosion.
In just a few rounds, everything within the original cabin was razed to the ground. The sofa furniture in the living room was also reduced to dust, and even a layer of the ground was scraped away.
Fortunately, the structure of the underground base is extremely strong. Although the fighting outside was earth-shattering, the underground base still stood firm.
Although the underground base is under the wooden house, it actually goes several meters deep into the ground. It is made of reinforced concrete and is very strong.
Zhou Sen guessed that this underground base should be a reconstruction of an ancient secret military base, because ordinary farmhouse cellars cannot be so strong.
As Zhou Sen guessed, in fact, this underground base was actually a secret base built during the war between the West Asian city and the South Asian city. After it was abandoned, it was used by the technology faction as a warehouse.
"Peng!"
Just when Zhou Sen was observing that the underground base would not collapse, the underground base was shaking and he quickly turned his attention to the holographic screen.
Oh haha!
Zhou Sen saw that the holographic screen only had a screen but no picture.
Obviously, the holographic surveillance system on the ground has been destroyed by the devastating battle between the West Asian God of War and the God of Death.
The holographic screen was gone, but the battle was still going on. Huge sounds kept ringing, and the solid underground base seemed like a small boat in the vast ocean.
Although Zhou Sen could not see the scene of the two fighting, he could still infer from the overwhelming force that the battle between the two was extremely fierce. After all, this underground base of reinforced concrete was not something that ordinary forces could shake.
The power of Death is beyond Zhou Sen's imagination.
Zhou Sen has always underestimated the God of Death, and even looked down upon the God of Death, because he has killed the God of Death more than once, so in his subconscious mind, he thinks that the God of Death is not that great, but now it seems that the God of Death is not a waste.
Despite his reputation, his frontal combat effectiveness is also extremely terrifying.
Of course, Zhou Sen was also deeply surprised by the fighting prowess of the West Asian God of War. He thought that he did not expect that a superpower in the human world could actually fight against an established god without losing any of his strength.
No wonder a human like Mr. Zhang Fei and Guan Er can become a god!
The battle between the West Asian God of War and the God of Death made Zhou Sen realize that as long as he has the method of cultivation, human god cultivators can also obtain the power to destroy the world.
It's no wonder that the interstellar merchant ship wants to hunt down human gods. If the number of human gods continues to increase, it will inevitably form a powerful force.
Zhou Sen thought of the divine specimen on the interstellar merchant ship, and gradually, a rough situation was outlined in his mind...
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boom!
boom!
boom!
The frequency of the overwhelming collisions outside was getting slower and slower. It seemed that the two of them had reached the end of their struggle.
The end of the strong crossbow!
Zhou Sen's mind moved. Adding insult to injury was his strong point. In fact, Zhou Sen had been waiting for this opportunity.
Action is worse than excitement!
Although Zhou Sen is not an adventurous person, he is definitely a decisive person. He immediately jumped up, drew the Tang Dao on his back and rushed towards the exit.
There is no need to delay, because the battle between the two people is coming to an end, which means that one of the two people will definitely escape. Once they escape, the battlefield will be transferred, and there will be no place to take advantage of them.
Zhou Sen opened the bottom cover. After opening this cover, there was an exit in the form of a well. However, when he opened the cover, there was no stairs, but bright sunlight.
Damn it!
Zhou Sen cursed secretly. It was obvious that the battle between the West Asian God of War and the God of Death had scraped away all the thick soil above the underground base.
This is really shocking!
Zhou Sen quietly poked his head out and saw the West Asian War God with his back turned to him.
The West Asian God of War, who was originally dressed in white robes, is no longer as handsome and elegant as before, and his white robes have become dirty. Even if you just look at his back, you can feel that his spirit is depressed.
Zhou Sen didn't hesitate at all. His body bounced up like a spring. The Tang Dao in his hand drew a stunning line in the air. The line passed over the neck of the West Asian God of War, and then, his big head flew into the sky...
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The West Asian God of War is staring at the God of Death in front of him. This is the most difficult battle in his life. The opponent is more powerful than he imagined.
The life of the West Asian God of War can be said to be smooth sailing, with almost no setbacks. The only setback in his life was that he was stabbed through the body by Zhou Sen's sneak attack. This was regarded by him as a great shame and humiliation. In order to wash away this great humiliation, he mobilized the most powerful people.
The powerful army killed a carbine.
What the West Asian God of War never imagined was that he was just stunned and his army was completely eaten by a dog.
It is unbearable!
Just when the West Asian God of War was furious, the murderous God of Death appeared.
Everything happened without warning, whether it was the dog or the God of Death, it all surprised the West Asian God of War.
The earth-shattering battle just now had exhausted the West Asian God of War, but he still did not dare to relax at all, because his opponent was so powerful, so powerful.
When the Tang knife passed by the West Asian God of War's neck, he was still staring at the God of Death with all his concentration, until his head flew up and circled in the sky when he saw Zhou Sen and the dog, and then he saw his own body that had not yet fallen.
, he realized that he had been killed.
Yes, killed.
This time he was not just stabbed, but killed directly.
Everything was like a dream. At this moment, the West Asian God of War felt that time had become extremely long, and his life was passing through his mind like a movie.
His life has come to an end, and the person who ended everything for him is the person who stabbed him and now chopped off his head. Until now, he still doesn't know the specific identity of the other person, but only suspects that he is an awakened person.
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Why would an awakened person let a god fight for him?
The head of the West Asian God of War fell heavily to the ground. He saw that the young man holding a long knife ran towards the god in black robes and holding a sickle like a bolt of lightning. Then, he raised the knife and dropped it. He was already tired.
The body of the unbearable god turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace...
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The West Asian God of War stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Even to his death, he did not understand what was happening.
After Zhou Sen beheaded the God of Death, he strode up to the head of the West Asian War God with the bloody Tang Dao, and lifted up the head of the West Asian War God.
"God of War of West Asia, I will hang your head on the gate of the big city of West Asia!" Zhou Sen laughed at the God of War of West Asia who was still staring at death.
The West Asian God of War squirmed. He seemed to be talking. Unfortunately, he could not make a sound and could only glare at Zhou Sen. If looks could kill, at this moment, Zhou Sen would have been killed thousands of times.
"I'm sure you won't be dead for a while. Come on, let me show you how powerful I am, Zhou Sen, the most ruthless gangster in the galaxy!"
Zhou Sen laughed loudly, took off the flying skateboard on his back, then stepped on the flying skateboard, called the Roaring Sky Dog, one person and one dog speeded through the sky, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye...
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Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When it was over, he brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his body and name.
I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees.
The general will be eating Zhu Hai, holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of Turannuo make the five mountains seem lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are restored.
He waved the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked at first.
Two heroes from the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City.
Even if a hero dies and his bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.
Who can write to Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?
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In the sky above the wilderness, amid the vast and heroic chanting of poetry, a cold murderous aura rushed towards the big city in West Asia.
A big city in West Asia.
Looking into the distance, behind the tall and low buildings is the orange-red glow. The stars are about to jump out from behind the buildings, under the morning glow.
On the top of a building in the distance, the sun peeked out a little, looking a little sneaky.
The golden sunshine filled the big city in West Asia, and the tall buildings were dressed in brown-red coats and were illuminated by the radiance of stars, making them look majestic.
On the wall of a large city in West Asia with a history of more than a thousand years, a man carrying a bamboo pole descended from the sky. He did not land on the wall, but on the roof of the city tower. Then, the man inserted the bamboo pole into the city wall.
On top of the roof.
No one noticed the man falling from the sky until the bamboo pole pierced the ridge of the roof and the people below the tower noticed it, which immediately caused a traffic jam.
It was the morning rush hour at this moment. In just a few minutes, the city tower was already blocked with water. It seemed that people could no longer walk, so they simply got out of the car to watch the fun. It was only then that people discovered that the round object on the bamboo pole was actually
It's a human head.
Head!
Immediately, people were shocked.
"This is the head of the West Asian God of War. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!" Zhou Sen laughed loudly facing the rising sun, and then stepped on the flying skateboard and sped away under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes.
It was too sudden.
It was really too sudden.
From the time Zhou Sen appeared with his head hanging on the tower of a large city in West Asia to the time he left, the whole process took less than five minutes. After the surrounding spies and armed forces reacted, Zhou Sen, who left on a flying skateboard, had disappeared without a trace.
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The whole big city in West Asia was in a sensation.
The head of the West Asian God of War is hanging on the tower of a large city in West Asia. It would be strange if this thing did not cause a sensation.
Of course, the West Asian Empire also tried to block the news, but unfortunately there was no way to block it, because, let alone the sudden incident, the most important thing is that it actually happened on the tower of a large city in West Asia, and at least more than 100 people witnessed the whole incident at that time.
Five thousand people were attracted, and these five thousand people immediately told their relatives and friends through social media, and it spread at a exponential speed. Now, the social media of the entire West Asian Empire is filled with the revelation of the West Asian God of War, which was hung on the tower of the big city in West Asia.
video on.
In just an hour and a half, the news that the head of the West Asian God of War was hung on the tower of the large city in West Asia had spread to every corner of the West Asian Empire. The relevant departments of the West Asian Empire had no time to respond. Everyone knew about it.
The West Asian God of War was killed.
The head of the West Asian God of War was seen hanging on the main tower of a large city in West Asia...
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Various gossips spread in the West Asian Empire, and soon they reached Tang Xue.
When Tang Xue saw the video of Zhou Sen hanging the head of the West Asian God of War on the tower of a large city in West Asia, his whole body was petrified.
No one knows who the West Asian War God is better than Tang Xue, because the technological faction has suffered too many losses from the West Asian War God, and the last awakened person was killed by the West Asian War God.
It can be said with certainty that the religious sect of the West Asian Empire can have the absolute upper hand and has an absolute relationship with the West Asian God of War. Without the West Asian God of War, the technological sect would not be in such a state of decline.
In the past, the Technological Faction had always wanted to kill the West Asian God of War, and had taken action many times. They planned and organized at least hundreds of assassination activities. However, they did not harm the West Asian War God at all, but instead caused the Technological Faction to lose troops. Later, in order to
Unnecessary casualties were caused, and the operation to assassinate the West Asian God of War was stopped.
Now, the West Asian God of War is dead!
For the West Asian Empire, the West Asian War God is too important, because in the eyes of the royal family of the West Asian Empire, the West Asian War God is the protector of the West Asian Empire, and now, the West Asian War God is dead.
The ruling and opposition parties were shocked.
"Didi dididi..." Tang Xue, who was browsing social media, was filled with enthusiasm because her phone rang, and only Zhou Sen knew this phone number.
"Hello?" Tang Xue answered the phone cautiously.
"Where are you?" Zhou Sen's magnetic voice sounded on the phone.
"I'm at Qianzhong Pass near the big city in West Asia."
"How do I contact you?"
"I'll wait for you at the pass of Qianzhongguan."
"when?"
"at any time."
"Then I'll come over now."
"good."
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It was suffocatingly quiet inside the palace in this large city in West Asia.
The old emperor was sitting on a high dragon chair, his cloudy eyes squinting at the officials sitting on both sides of the conference table.
The West Asian God of War is dead, and his head is placed on the conference table. His eyes are still wide open, and he will not rest in peace.
The backbone of the West Asian Empire collapsed, and the old emperor suddenly found that he had no one to use him.
"The missionary master enters the palace!" The old emperor sat upright. From the beginning to the end, he did not take a direct look at the head of the God of War on the conference table. In his eyes, the God of War was just a dog. If the dog dies, it will die. He will just raise another one.
"yes."
In full view of everyone, the old emperor slowly stood up. Immediately, several beautiful women came over to help the old emperor leave.
No, not support.
In fact, the old emperor's mental state is very good. Apart from looking very old, he is actually walking like a dragon and a tiger. Moreover, he has a group of beautiful women in his arms, with nowhere to put his hands...
