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Black sword, black clothes, black hair.

His name is Ning Wangyang. Here, he is known as the Black Sword Demon.

At the same time, in the eyes of many people, he is also a powerful existence that cannot be defeated. Although he has only appeared for a short period of time, many people know that he is a real powerhouse.

A strong man who has proven himself with his own record.

It's just that at this time, he doesn't seem to have the demeanor of the black sword demon he used to have.

Compared with the swordsman, at this time, he looks more like a monster.

Sheep's horns, black wings, claws.

It looks like a real demon in the legend.

Moreover, his body is also covered with a large number of magic patterns, and his black eyes have golden vertical pupils like snakes.

However, even so, his appearance at this time looked extremely miserable.

In his abdomen, there was a terrible wound that was transparent from front to back.

There was also a long and narrow scar on his neck, which was almost enough to tear his entire neck.

At the shoulder, one side collapsed completely.

Even, even the black sword in his hand was broken.

Black-red blood continued to fall from his body, staining the sand under his feet a dark color.

Standing in front of him was also a monster.

It's just that, again, this monster is also covered in scars.

A pair of bat wings, one side of which seemed to have been torn off by brute force, was drenched in blood, and there was a stubble on the left shoulder.

Of course, the most serious injury to this monster was a sword mark on its chest.

This deep scar directly tore half of his body, and even the bright red internal organs inside could be faintly seen, as well as ...... The heart that was beating slowly.

"You're strong! Gerald said with some difficulty, half-kneeling.

He also had scars on his face, as if he had been punched, and even one of his two fangs had been broken.

"To be honest, it's the first time I've had such a tough battle since I became a duke. "It can be seen that one of Gerrard's legs, also extremely badly injured, is twisted at a strange angle.

"I used to think that no one could be my match except for those old monsters who had been hiding for I don't know how many years. Gerald shook his head and said, "I didn't expect it, I was still wrong." ”

Ning Wangyang took a step slowly.

But even this step made his body shake violently.

This was his final form, and after becoming familiar with the power in his body, he was gradually able to control this demonic power.

But again, after all, his physical body is just an ordinary human being, although he has accepted this power. But the load on the body is also incomparably huge.

This force is not yet fully familiar.

But just like that, it was enough for him to exert his extremely terrifying combat power.

Even the terrifying Duke of the Blood Clan in front of him was able to fight to the point where he was now.

"I ...... It must pass. Ning Wangyang said word by word.

Hearing Ning Wangyang's words, Gerald's face became complicated, and then he stood up with some difficulty.

Although this sentence sounds funny. Gerald somehow retrieved the gentleman's stick, and stood up with some difficulty.

"However, if I had known that you had such strength, maybe I would have retreated. Gerald shook his head and said.

"You, do you still want to fight?" Ning Wangyang's voice was a little muddy, and his consciousness had become a little blurred after fighting until now.

"Unfortunately, I'm too arrogant. Gerald smiled bitterly, "I did misestimate your combat effectiveness. ”

"However, I have fought to the end, for the sake of my dignity. The only remaining lone wing behind Gerald stirred up and whispered.

"Isn't it funny that a vampire can talk about dignity?" Gerard smiled bitterly: "In the eyes of many people, vampires are dark and evil, unreasonable, isn't it funny to hear a vampire who has been playing with intrigues for hundreds of years talk about dignity?"

"It's okay, laugh. I didn't care about that for a long time. Gerald took a deep look at the gentleman's stick in his hand and threw it aside.

This gentleman's stick, since his birth, has also accompanied him for hundreds of years.

Looking calmly at Ning Wangyang, Gerald prepared to listen to the last taunts from his enemies.

However, to his surprise, Ning Wangyang's face was exceptionally calm, and he didn't mean to mock him at all.

"The name of the Bloodline, I've heard it. Ning Wangyang leaned his body with the broken sword, and said in a somewhat muddy voice: "Your reputation is not good. ”

Gerald smiled wryly.

"However, you are a warrior. ”

Gerald was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ning Wangyang.

Ning Wangyang said with some difficulty: "I admit that you are a warrior! No matter who won this battle, I will admit it." ”

"You are nobler than me. Ning Wangyang said: "You are fighting for dignity, I ...... Just to live. ”

"You ......" Gerald looked at Ning Wangyang's state at this time, and seemed to think of something.

Such a form is obviously not something that humans can have, so ......

"The next move, let's use it to divide life and death. Ning Wangyang stood firm, and the black sword in his hand, which had been broken, burned again.

What he said was life and death, not victory or defeat.

Gerald nodded, he also knew that in this battle, there was no victory or defeat, only life and death.

In the current state of the two of them, losing is equivalent to death.

He recognized Ning Wangyang's existence, and similarly, Ning Wangyang recognized his dignity.

"Perhaps, even if I lose, I can feel at ease. Gerald grinned suddenly, breaking one of his fangs, making his smile look so funny.

However, he was happy.

He was recognized, and his enemies believed that he was a warrior.

"That's right. I'm a warrior!" recalls how he fought and fought from a lowly bloodline, and only began to sit in the castle when he finally became a duke.

He wasn't born a duke, and from the beginning, he was a warrior!

"Come on!" the claws of Gerald's hands appeared, and he looked at Ning Wangyang.

On the claws, a layer of blood-colored energy continued to rotate, and even a piercing scraping sound sounded.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and then at the same time, without the slightest defense, their attacks pierced through the enemy's body. (To be continued.) )