The brown-haired man had a cruel smile on his face, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he strode up, stretching his tiger arms, tearing the two-headed vulture raw, and the blood was sprayed, splashing on the tower-like sturdy body, adding a bit of ferocity. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Covered in blood, he licked his mouth with the tip of his tongue, enjoying some enjoyment, and the blood-stained fist smashed into the opponent with undiminished power.

The two-headed vulture was huge in size and tenacious in vitality, and half of its body struggled with itself, and the light of death reappeared, and the black-armored soldier Changge cut it head-on, splitting it in half from head to tail.

Blood is the lead, and the war opens a new chapter.

When the two powerhouses fought in one place, the waves of air swept in all directions, terrifying, and the rest were difficult to get close.

Riots are everywhere, forced inside and outside, there are two-headed vultures with sharp eyes and wolves outside, and there are slaves who rebel to the death, with countless casualties and blood rain.

Killing is the only main song, a pair of cold eyes silently watching the battlefield, secretly observing the changes around you, the time is coming, success or failure is only in the present day.

The waning moon is cold, the cool breeze hits his face, he waits indifferently, waiting for the long-awaited road to survival, everything at the moment is developing according to his concept, only one east wind is missing, he can escape!

The blood is spurting, the bloody wind is overflowing, constantly stimulating the nerves of the vultures, they are already bloodthirsty, and now they are naturally crazy, no matter who they are, as long as they can see, they are the target of attack.

The battlefield is extremely chaotic, and it is impossible to distinguish between several parties, and the eyes are full of enemies.

When he was young, the armor of the captain of the black armor was torn in many places, and his helmet fell off, revealing a slightly pale face among them, with upright facial features and a handsome appearance.

Looking at the opponent again, the muscles bulged, the green tendons jumped violently, and he glared angrily, and there was a wound on his back, more than a foot long, and the white bones were exposed.

At this moment in the battle, it is obvious that the captain of the black armor has an absolute advantage, and in a few moments, the opponent will be killed by him.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the brown-haired man spat out the roar of the beast, the hair on his whole body grew rapidly, his limbs became thicker, his body was broad, and his body was full of thick hair, and his broken armor could no longer accommodate his huge body.

Suddenly, a lion-headed monster appeared in place, more than three feet tall, with nails as sharp as scimitars, two sharp fangs exposed at the corners of the mouth, and a face crawling with brown patterns.

For the monster at this time, the back injury is almost not counted, and after the transformation, it threatens the strong enemy, and the two-headed vulture is scared to dodge.

The claws flashed coldly, it took the lead in attacking, the speed suddenly doubled, and it was simply not the same as before, the battle situation took a sharp turn, the captain of the black armor soldiers was defeated and retreated, was completely suppressed, and after a while, he was wounded several times, and the scarlet blood flowed, barely fighting the enemy.

The claws fell, if he hit, he would definitely die, at the moment of life and death, the captain of the black armor suddenly withdrew the strange soldiers, three points like a knife, seven points like a sword, the color of blue, I don't know what kind of material it is forged.

When the divine soldier appeared, his body suddenly changed dramatically, and the black armor of the hundred battles was like being tempered at high temperature at this time, and quickly melted into juice.

The power of evil was released from the sword, and the mouth of greed was opened, and the black juice was absorbed, completely flowing into the sword, and he seemed to be suffering some unimaginable pain, his face was hideous and distorted. The blood from the wound no longer flowed to the ground, but poured into the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The incident happened suddenly, unexpectedly, and the lightning and flint were finished, and the amazing changes were amazing, and the treacherous heart was revealed, and the battle was briefly suspended for a while, even the fierce beasts in the sky.

After absorbing enough energy, the dark cyan long sword hissed, faintly glowing with blood red, and a monstrous aura spread out from the sword.

Once heroic and martial arts have become a thing of the past, old and twilight, withered hair falls out, teeth fall to the ground, wrinkles accumulate on the face, a hundred years old in an instant, and life will come to an end.

The lion-headed monster also knew that the situation was serious, and he had no time to think about it, because he felt the threat of death on the Xuanqing Greatsword, he was a little afraid, and subconsciously, he attacked the other party with the strongest force.

On the other hand, the opponent, such as in the twilight of life, dying of old age, laboriously waved the magic sword in his hand, the huge sword body crossed a graceful arc in the air, and the expected earth-shattering attack did not appear, the magic sword seemed to be able to capture the opponent's attack trajectory, and waited first, or the opponent could only attack according to the trajectory of "him".

"Poof!"

The knife slashed the tofu, the lion-headed monster's hard muscles were neatly cut, the sword glowed red, the suction increased suddenly, the blood water gurgled and flowed, and the magic sword was like a bloodthirsty demon, greedily sucking the blood of the other party, tasting the sweetness in it.

The severe pain made the lion-headed monster's face deformed, and the remnants of his arm slapped the captain of the black armor soldiers, an old man, who had no way to dodge, was slapped into flesh, and could not die again.

The magic sword is like a greedy beast, and the lion-headed monster is one, no matter how hard it tries, it is impossible to pull the sword out of the body, in desperation, roaring again and again, in order to vent the dissatisfaction and depression in his heart, after killing a few soldiers, he fled towards the distance at a high speed, although he was seriously injured, but Yu Wei is still there, who dares to stop it?

A few ups and downs have disappeared on the horizon, no one has noticed, and the eyes that have been cold-eyed have disappeared with the monster after it disappeared.

For some reason, when the magic sword hissed, an inexplicable agitation protruded in his heart, as if he had a great connection with the sword, and the feeling was very strong, and he was not afraid of losing his way.

Try to control the speed as much as possible, and follow closely behind, one beast and one person, gradually leaving the magic capital.

After running for a while, perhaps the monster felt that the distance was enough and it was safe for the time being, so it stopped and fell to the ground, snorting and panting, and its originally strong body began to dry up rapidly, and its thick hair continued to fall out.

The beast broke out, knowing that this sword was difficult to shake, but still took a risk, raised his arm, clenched the hilt of the sword, and wanted to pull out the sword, who knows, the sword is longer than the flesh, rooted in the bones, and it is difficult to pull it out at all, in exchange for only a hundred times the pain.

The heart-wrenching pain made him dare not try again, full of despair, thinking about the beginning, how high-spirited, as the young patriarch of the lion tribe, the status of respect, the pride of the sky, who expected a misstep, to become like this.

The prisoner under the stairs is full of worries, full of ambitions, and sobs.

He was very young, he had dreams, he had thought of countless ways to die, either fierce and generous, or glorious and rich, rich and plump, or suave and drunk, and he never thought that he would die so aggrieved and die on a cold sword.

The facts cannot be changed, they can only face it, silently endure the pain, feel the death coming, time passes by the second, his flesh and blood disappear, his bones are brittle, the skin is covered with bones, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken, if it is not for the remnants of weak qi, it is almost no different from a dead person. The times create heroes, and death is empty.

The magic sword is bloodthirsty and greedy, not sucking it up suddenly, but eating it bit by bit, not only wants you to die, but also makes you die slowly in despair and struggle.

A thread of blood climbed up the spine of the sword, meandering and flowing, swimming away from the sword body, like a living blood dragon.

Not far from the lion-headed monster, there was a pile of rocks, just blocking the view, and behind a large stone, there was a pair of bright eyes, staring at where he was, to be precise, staring at the magic sword he had inserted.

The voice called, the sound permeated his ears, and the intention of summoning grew stronger, and there were a few times when he almost couldn't control it, and wanted to rush out to grab the sword, but reason told him that he couldn't do that.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, it is a matter of life and death, who dares to be careless? Unsure that the lion-headed monster is completely dead, he will never rush into danger, and a long time has passed, the dark realm, there is no sun and moon, time has lost its meaning here, the lonely moon is bright, and the eternal darkness is eternal.

The flying sand passed, the monsters had no flesh and skin, the dry bones were left in place, and a few vultures flew by, hovering three turns, and leaving in a sneer, even they felt that there was no oil and water to fish.

He walked out of the rubble, carrying a stone in his right hand, and his steps were very light, trying not to make a sound, like a tanuki in the night, walking quietly.

As the distance shortened, the summoning of the magic sword became more and more intense, almost uncontrollable, his inner desire was like a wild horse, it was difficult to hold himself, he forcibly pinned his head to other places, distracted his attention, the hand holding the stone showed the tension in his heart, and finally it was close, in the moonlight, the other party's body was dry, the vitality dissipated, out of caution, he still smashed the opponent's head with a stone.

With a wave of his arms, he poured all his strength into it, and the stone smashed down through the air.

"Ho!"

Unexpectedly, just when the stone was about to hit the monster's head, the monster that was silent suddenly opened its eyes, and its dry eyeballs turned, which scared him a lot, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the person who was already dead suddenly opened his eyes, how terrifying was it?

It is strange that after extreme fear, he will do many crazy things, and instead of throwing away the stone in his hand, he will smash it even harder, and at this moment, his eyes are like demons.

In the hazy moon, calm the demonic land, a thin young man, holding a stone, smashed the shriveled skull fiercely again and again......

I don't know how long I smashed, I don't know how many times, the fear and anger in my heart have been vented, the stone is broken, and my head is turned into pieces.

At this time, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, his back was soaked, and his clothes were soaked, so far, he carefully looked at the fierce sword in front of him, more than four feet long, three fingers wide, as black as ink, vicissitudes of life, and a blood line traveled from the spine of the sword.

After hesitating for a while, he slowly stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards the hilt, his white palm forming a strong contrast with the black magic sword.

The moment his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, a resonance from his blood vibrated from his soul, as if he had been waiting for a thousand years.

Man and sword are combined, sword is as man wills, man is sword, sword is man.

The heart accelerated, and the sword also buzzed, and the two sounds were combined, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a heartbeat or a sword sound, and the human sword was one.

"Boom!"

The long hair was windless and automatic, instantly turning into a blood-red color, and the powerful power was forcibly poured into the body from the sword body, which was the power of the strong that this sword had absorbed.

The strong force poured in, suddenly broke the shackles of the body, and the bright blood color spread all over the body, like wearing a bloody coat, gradually, the blood color began to precipitate, and finally formed a jet-black armor, covering its whole body, leaving only a pair of scarlet blood eyes exposed.

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of anticipation, just for the future and you.

A sense of power that has never been felt before hits the brain, strong! unprecedentedly strong, the power makes people obsessed, intoxicating, like poison, like medicine, can not be abandoned, he is lost.

"Roar!"

Angry with the wind and thunder, raising the sky and roaring, at this moment, he is announcing to the subjects of the dark realm, your king is coming, I ...... Woke up.