"The wind is stormy, and Gu I laughs?"

Standing in the center of the misty whirlpool, Jörmungandr did not make any other moves, but muttered an ancient poem in a bored manner. "≤ Ding" ≤ "≤ Xiao" said, "≤ said,

The storm was so violent that it almost destroyed a qiē and still growing, a natural celestial phenomenon that was obviously difficult to create from a scientific point of view, and it was like playing a game of easy minesweeper for the king of the earth and the mountain.

Tropical ocean surface, latent heat of condensation released by water molecules, sufficiently large geostrophic deflection force, small wind direction and speed difference...... None of them are needed. A small typhoon can be simulated just by instinct.

A dark shadow weaved through the violent storm.

The excess sand and gravel swept through the storm, combined with the color of the alchemy realm, made it difficult to see anything in the storm area. Pulse perception has long been disordered, and violent energy changes occur in the storm every moment, and from the perspective of pulse perception, the whole storm is like a large ball of lines in the shape of a round table, unable to show any specific images.

But now, this can no longer be a barrier to Mercer.

"Bang-"

A muffled sound, or a superposition of several sounds, is only too fast to tell.

In the midst of the violent storm, a black shadow was becoming clearer and clearer approaching the eye of the storm, and Jörmungård had several times in the process of moving forward, causing the rock to collide with the block, but each time it approached the rock, it would explode with even more rapid speed.

In an instant, he turned around, and when the speed was equal to the rock, he turned again by stepping on it, and the flying rock, which was the most threatening in the storm, became a stepping stone for progress at this moment.

The six-centipede-like pitch-black Katsuko is more nimble, piercing into rocks at a speed that is simply impossible to see during a storm, and then contracting to provide forward momentum.

"In the end, the wind and haze, Hui Ran is willing to come."

True dragon blood is beginning to surge, and unlike the half-bloods' technique, the blood of dragon kings is the noblest and most powerful from the beginning, and when they truly awaken, they will show their terrifying power.

Her golden eyes are not dazzling, but the majesty revealed in them seems to be condensed in substance, and ordinary people can go into cardiac arrest and die at the first glance. When you reach the level of the dragon king, you can kill even with your eyes.

As everyone sees, even if there is a blood explosion three times, it is at most the 'heart of the dragon king', and it is empty and psychedelic. The medicine boosts the frenzied will, and has no ability to change the world according to the mind.

"W-"

Tiny arcs of electricity pulsed in Jörmungart's blue-gray slender claws, and the alchemy realm lurking beneath the storm was once again active, the interlocking arcs penetrated the metal elements in the rock to magnetize and electrify, and more arcs formed a beam of surrounding current that generated a magnetic field, and with the strong wind speed, it only took a small Lorentz force to propel them into a precise and powerful blow.

Science changes the world? No, it's just words.

Long before the invention of science, I don't know how many years ago, the spirit of speech was able to accomplish almost what basic science could do, and even in modern times, science can at best explain most of the effects of the spirit of speech. It is unscientific to truly complete the process of speech and spirit.

Shades of white have invaded.

Jörmungandr remained indifferent, facing the almost unrecognizable hideous face, and between the flips of his wrists, the dark scythe cut a chaotic air current.

Although her white skin was covered with dragon scales, and her slender fingers had been replaced by sharp claws, her figure was still slender and delicate, and the eye of the wind around her looked like the last pure land.

"Qiang—"

Bursting into the eye of the storm, Mercer unleashed a stormy attack, six monstrous Katsuko contracting and ejecting at a very high frequency, his hands wielding gluttony and laziness, and his golden sword flowing with great longing.

There is only one scythe, and it is not made of precious materials and unique alchemy techniques like the Seven Deadly Sins, but if anything, it is just a tabula rasa weapon that has been condensed casually.

However, neither the scales that could instantly penetrate the boulder nor the seven deadly sins, the strongest dragon slaying weapon, could break through the dominance circle of this tabula rasa weapon.

Jörmungadr smiled, his smile faint and cold.

"Roar—"

The Black Light RC cells were already on the verge of losing control under the condition of the Half Herd, and then brought with them more powerful body power and instincts, and a loss of mind and madness.

Mercer, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, suddenly withdrew into the air, throwing two swords with Katsuko's explosive power like two unstoppable rays of light - in fact, Jörmungandr did not touch each other, but brushed it with a sideways twist of his waist very freely.

By the time she turned her gaze back to the battlefield, Mercer's figure was gone......

No, perhaps more appropriately, it is everywhere.

He crawled on all fours like a beast, and with the strong power of the six Katsuko, he really became an ethereal phantom. The hands even turn into claw forms to provide a stronger grip.

He galloped in all directions, some in the midst of the storm, some right in front of her eyes, and even the Dragon King could no longer capture him with precision.

The pitch-black substance condensed on his face, turning into a pure black plague mask. And the bloodthirsty smile under the mask.

"The wind will end, and there will be a ...... in the future"

Jörmungard's expression finally became more serious, and although she was still chanting the song "The Last Wind" with an unclear purpose, the arcs jumping on her body increased significantly.

The flying rocks in the storm begin to change direction.

"Boom ......"

The sound of a choking sound was made in the storm, not the sound of a rock hitting an object, but a whimper that was directly shattered before it accelerated to maximum speed.

The centipede-like scales were much stronger than the previous bundles, and the scale armor covering them alone was enough to match the hardness of the scales, and it only took three scales to attack at once, and a rock with a diameter of ten meters would shatter into several petals.

Jörmungard's tactical intentions had been known and cracked, and she simply stopped preparing for it, she squatted down slightly, and several arcs of electricity were shot out from her palms in all directions. The next moment, the seemingly slender calf instantly completed the reverse joint, and the strong explosive force allowed her to soar directly dozens of meters into the air, stepping on a rock in the storm, and using her claws to clasp the rock to keep it steady.

The linear velocity is about a few tens of meters per second, which is not much different from standing still for the two non-humans.

Instead of circling the storm like a beast, Mercer followed her leaping figure all the way, ascending vertically on the edge of the storm, which was originally dominated by gas, using the flickering rocks as a foothold.

It was not inferior to the speed of Jörmungård's jump.

Even if it was a late strike, it was only a few meters away from the rock where she landed.

Before the imminent violent collision, Jörmungård put away the scythe in his hand and jumped aside with a slight force, his gaze meeting Mercer's cloudy eyes as gravity naturally fell.

The storm disintegrates.

More than ten fingers of unknown boulders were revealed at this moment, and they had gained a massive kinetic energy several times higher than before in the final moments of the storm, and they were all facing Mercer's current position.

Whether it's up and down, left and right, front and back...... There are terrifying kinetic weapons waiting for him.

All retreats have been sealed, and from the ground, it looks like an unfinished 'Earthburst Star'.

Jörmungard propped up the ground with one hand, twisting his waist to remove all the impact, and another backflip left the spot. A boulder smashed into her original foothold, only stirring up a stream of air that could blow a few strands of her hair.

Mercer stepped on the boulder and fell from the sky, and the six Hezi had already broken in half, and even the realm of the Vientiane Heavenly Sign could no longer be maintained, and it broke and collapsed.

"If you can't sleep, if you are willing to speak, you will be ......"

Jörmunga lowered his eyes, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant, only to bring out the roaring wave of qi after a few seconds.

The air was torn apart, and the atmospheric pressure even turned into a part of the propel that propagated her forward under her manipulation, so terrifying that it was far more terrifying than she had ever revealed, and Mercer had no chance to react.

Knee hits, spin elbows, high-end slalom kicks......

After a perfect set of floating combos, it's time to wield the scythe.

The overwhelming sword light took over his entire field of vision, and it wasn't as depicted in the novel, only one sword light was real—all of them. Each blade was a simple but undodgable attack, either a knife cut or a counterattack by Mercer's instincts.

Black-red blood and body fragments splattered.

The beak-like mask was long since shattered, not to mention the wound on his face that had cut open one of his eyes, nose, and lips; The deep wound on his neck only left him with a layer of flesh on the back of his neck, otherwise he would have been beheaded, and this was the result of his quick dodge; The left hand lies quietly on the ground, accompanied by half of the paw.

Split down.

Ignoring Katsuko, who was impaling her from behind, Jörmunga cut off Mercer's last remaining right hand. When Katsuko approached, she just took a step forward, and in a hugging posture, but with great strength, she threw the two of them out together.

When the temporary balance is lost, the last few Katsuko are also sliced off by the whirling scythe.

Mercer, still trying to attack with one leg, was blocked by the wide scythe side, and then the last limb was severed, and he could only bite through Jörmungård's shoulder with his teeth, and he was left with nothing but futile to lose his mind.

There was a hint of pain on her cheeks, but she only 'kindly' broke Mercer's jaw and dislocated it, then pulled out the tooth embedded in her shoulder.

"It's time to end this qiē, right?"

Jörmungård tossed the scythe aside and walked over to Mercer, who had been cut into a man, but he could only let out a muffled growl of unknown meaning, unable to comprehend what she meant.

Still, he struggled, seemingly instinctively sensing the imminent danger of death.

The scales and claws slid lightly across his cheeks, like love. The touch between people, a faint trace of blood appeared on his regenerated face, and gradually healed. A few strands of pale hair fell, and he gradually quieted down, his eyes glazed over.

Come to an end?

Jörmungård had already palmed his fingers, and the next moment, he would directly cut his neck into several pieces. If he tried to regenerate, she would also aim for the most fragile eye.

"Bang-"

A few soft sounds entered the flesh.

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