1370: C1370 There will Definitely be a Battle Between the Two Clans(last Part)

C1370 There will Definitely be a Battle Between the Two Clans(last Part)

"Whoosh!"0

"Swish!"

Qin Sheng and the middle-aged man in black armor turned into two rays of light and jumped onto the ancient battlefield.

After a series of twists and turns, all kinds of twisted powers were used on Qin Sheng's body.

"Bang!"

Qin Sheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground with his four limbs.

"What a strong gravity!"

Qin Sheng was shocked. The gravity here was at least a hundred times stronger than outside.

What kind of concept was this?

In other words, Qin Sheng could easily cut through the sky outside. And here, this ancient battlefield that was dug out not long ago, not to mention flying, even if he sprinted, he would be exhausted to the point of becoming a dog!

Apart from the huge gravitational force that he was not used to, there was also a rotten smell that assailed his nose, causing Qin Sheng to not be able to hold his breath.

Qin Sheng looked around and found that there were all kinds of tall and low mountains surrounding this place. These mountains were all contaminated with various kinds of bloods and were blackened. Many experts were nailed to the bottom of the mountains or above.

Some of these experts were old and some were young. Some were strong and some were weak. Even though they had been dead for countless of years, they still emitted a terrifying aura that Qin Sheng did not dare to look at directly. Their skeletons were all golden in color and had not completely decayed. Apart from that, they also emitted the aura of a saint.

"The skeleton of a Saint realm expert?"

Qin Sheng's face was filled with shock. There really was a Saint realm expert who died in battle here?

Saint realm saints had long been extinct in Thirty-six Dynasty of Wastelands. If they were in the depths of The Northland restricted areas, they might have encountered them. He never expected to meet Qin Sheng here. Although he had died many years ago, judging from the aura that erupted from his body, it seemed to be really powerful beyond compare!

"Don't look anymore. I will crucify you on the mountain later for future generations to admire and admire your remains. "

A cold voice entered Qin Sheng's ears, causing all the pores on Qin Sheng's body to stand up.

"En?"

Qin Sheng turned his head and saw that it was indeed the middle-aged man in black armor. He was holding a silver spear in his hand. It was very cold, and there was a Silver Dragon engraved on it. With just a glance, one would be able to notice it. That was definitely not an ordinary item!

"Is that so? I feel like with your strength, you don't have the qualifications to be nailed to a stone mountain for later generations to admire. " Qin Sheng's face did not reveal any fear. He smiled coldly and pointed at a rotten place under the mountain. There were many nameless skeleton there.

It was dark, strange, and cold. It was not even a pile of messy graves. It looked like a garbage dump.

"You will be beaten to death by me, and then thrown there to wait for the rotting corpses!"

Qin Sheng was very domineering.

"Boom!"

Black armored middle-aged man was infuriated. His Qi erupted in an instant, and a terrifying elemental energy burst out from his body. The silver spear in his hand instantly shot out a silver light that seemed capable of piercing through the sky. He stared at Qin Sheng with a pair of cold eyes that looked like a poisonous snake from the underworld.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! You have gone to hell!"

It turned out that this black armored middle-aged man was called Qin Zhengrong. Qin Sheng had some impression of him, but he didn't know where he had heard of him before.

"Although I have to admit that your talent is very high, even higher than your father, Qin Zhongtian. " Qin Zhengrong's body was glowing, and the gloomy expression on his face was filled with the aura of death. He was laughing and joking, trying to destroy Qin Sheng's confidence.

"Let me tell you some bad news. Ten years ago, your father fought with me, but his luck wasn't too good. One of his legs was broken by me!"

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