"Did you get the seal?"

The black rabbit jumped back a few steps, and his eyes turned from indomitable determination to deep worry.

Everyone's eyes fell on Cang Zhen, and the head of the holy spear completely penetrated his body, even if the black rabbit let go of it, it still didn't shake the slightest bit to nail it to his heart.

"Even if he is the 'Final Trial of Humanity', I have sacrificed a precious artifact, so it should be fine in a short time."

Emperor Shakti cried out in anguish that the "Brahma Spear" that had been with him for so many years would no longer belong to him in the future.

Listening to this satisfying answer, Kloya was finally satisfied.

The cross that binds the pale ones gradually loses its weight, and you can even see the scenery on the opposite side through it. That is proof that the Spiritual Personality has been exhausted and is being turned into illusion.

His sacrifice was meaningful, though.

Even if it only has a small effect, the "final trial of mankind" that the gods and Buddhas are afraid of is nailed with a sealed holy spear. That's enough.

With the demise of Chloa, Kong Ming quickly let go of Cang Zhen before he could struggle, and quickly returned to his comrades.

Regaining his mobility, Cangzhen tried to pull out the holy spear from his chest, which unsurprisingly aggravated his injuries. With just a slight attempt, a large amount of blood gushed out from the pierced wound, and as the blood flowed out, his spiritual personality was actually lowered.

"That's your plan? It's boring! ”

The blood gushing from the pale wound swirled around the holy spear, and under the erosion of the blood containing a huge amount of magical power, the holy spear shrank to the size of an ordinary pencil, but it was still firmly inserted into his heart.

However, Cang Zhen is already satisfied with this.

Although the power of the seal has not decreased much, at least it will not affect his actions. Of course, having a gun poked in his chest was far less important to Cang Zhen than the impact of his heart being penetrated and sealed, blocking the flow of blood in his body.

It's just that judging from the results, sacrificing a powerful comrade-in-arms but only imposing a seal on Cangzhen, such an exchange is obviously Cangzhen's advantage. After all, he is the ultimate test of humanity, and he has extremely strange and special properties. If you can't defeat him, then he will be resurrected again. It is absolutely impossible to fight against such a man without doing his best to avoid casualties.

Cang Zhen didn't plan to waste his mind trying to break the seal, anyway, as long as he died once, the seal would naturally be lifted. If the other party can't kill him if he is sealed, then Cangzhen doesn't need to worry, what is there to worry about a group of weak chickens.

Don't think about it, it's enough to fight as hard as you can at this point.

The cold sword light flickered again, and with a flexible turn of his wrist, the knight's sword in the heroic and rough style of the West drew a near-perfect curve, stabbing an unpredictable sword.

The nature that ends all things seeps out, and at this very moment, all things come to an end. Flowers withered, trees withered, rocks shattered, flowing water stood still, and the atmosphere was filled with the smell of death.

The sword is a magic sword that is enough to cut off all things, and people are the strongest god-killers standing at the peak of the box garden.

At this time, the time, place and people are all in hand, and Cang Zhen can't think of a reason to fail.

Although it was not the first time they had faced this sword, Kong Ming and Emperor Shakti's hearts twitched violently the moment that aura of destruction was transmitted.

In the face of Cangzhen's counterattack, Emperor Shakti roared loudly and stood high-spirited, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the relics shone brightly, and the rich Buddha power was intertwined into a sword in his hands. Kong Ming's reaction was even faster, his upper and lower jaws were opened, and the dragon flame comparable to the temperature of the sun's core was brewing in his throat, and then it erupted in an overwhelming manner.

One of the strongest dragon species, the purebred Dragon Flame, is undoubtedly one of the best in the Boxen's flash heat gifts, and even the flames of the Golden-winged Roc Bird that can burn souls cannot be resisted. Visible, intangible, all of them were reduced to nothing in front of this blazing flame.

The atmosphere of death was burned by the flames in an instant, and the withered and withered plants turned into ashes before they could burn. As the dragon flame spewed out, the fresh breath flowed again.

For such a battle, the Black Rabbit, who had been blessed by the Lord God, could barely get in, and she jumped around her, looking for an opportunity to wait for the opportunity to move, and took on the responsibility of containing the enemy for the Emperor Shakti and Kong Ming.

As the closest person to the battle circle of the three, the Black Rabbit may see more clearly than the three who are fighting.

The magic sword flowing with scarlet blood light pierced into Long Yan, and the blood-colored magic power became more and more dim under the scorching of Long Yan, but at the moment before the light completely disappeared, it still broke through the range of Long Yan and shot straight towards Kong Ming's head.

Kong Ming had no time to dodge, he did not hesitate and raised his hands decisively. The moment the arm was severed, the muscles tightened violently, becoming as hard as steel. Relying on this method, Kong Ming and others came to the aid of Emperor Shakti.

The Buddha's light shrouded Kong Ming's head and turned into a thick bell wall, which didn't look so easy to break.

The golden body of the Buddha Gate was a first-class gift even in the box court, and although it was impossible to achieve the best effect in a hurry, it was more than enough time for Kong Ming to dodge.

The collision of magic and Buddha power, like the confrontation between good and evil, is fierce and dangerous.

The magic power stored in the magic sword was activated, and the fluctuations of the shock space spread with the burst of magic power.

"Babble!"

The black rabbit who had been wandering outside let out a scream, and the shockwave of the collision of the two agitated forces made her powerless to resist, and she was directly knocked away after a little struggle.

After all, the power of blessing is not one's own, even if in extreme circumstances you can burst all the power at once, but it is not as suitable for you as your own power when you use it in ordinary times.

Emperor Shakti and Kong Ming had no time to pay attention to what happened to the Black Rabbit, and they had a great headache just to resist Cangzhen's lifeless attack.

In the face of an attack that didn't care about his life at all, and abandoned all defenses, even if he knew that he could exchange serious injuries or even minor injuries for the other party's life, Shakti still had no choice. And Kong Ming, who was under the care of Cangzhen, was far worse than at the beginning of the war.

Even if you die, you can be resurrected, and when you encounter such an opponent, even the ultimate means of killing the opponent are declared invalid.

The wounded blood became the trigger for this anger, and the factor of violence has always flowed in the blood of the dragon species. In order to gain greater power, Kong Ming surrendered his consciousness to this chaotic impulse.

Die, die, die, die, die!

The urge to kill, destroy, and destroy turned into the most primitive roar, and after the mind sank into the depths, the killing instinct of the dragon species took over the body.

"Quack, ahhhh

Having completely lost the voice of a human, the humanoid dragon let out a terrible roar, and Kong Ming, who was closer to the dragon species than a human, announced his existence as a dragon species.

"Kong Ming, wake up! Sober up! ”

Emperor Shakti was also attacked indiscriminately by Kong Ming, so that when he was caught off guard, he received a fierce attack, and his sword-wielding arm was almost directly torn off by Kong Ming.

However, even so, the Emperor Shakti would not be able to launch an attack on Kong Ming. Once he fights, it will completely arouse the tyrannical heart of the dragon species, and it will develop into a scuffle between the three of them.

In desperation, the Emperor Shakti, unable to fight back, chose to retreat.

As Shakti retreated, the remnants of Kong Ming's will caused the dragon's killing instinct to focus on Cangzhen's body. The will of chaos can still distinguish which is the object of hatred, and it will not make Kong Ming turn into a true accomplice.

One-on-one, Cangzhen will not be afraid.

Because of the abandonment of defense, Cang Zhen was also injured in the previous battle, but with the blessing of the malice of the whole world, these injuries were quickly recovered. In contrast, the resilience of the dragon purebred possessed by Kong Ming could not keep up with the consumption.

Cangzhen knows that dragons are proud creatures.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, dragon creatures rarely choose to back down. This is also the reason for the scarcity of dragon species in the box garden. Caught in the chaos of instinct, Kong Ming will definitely not choose a cautious way of fighting, and the next battle will be very cruel, depending on who is more ruthless to himself.

Smashed shoulder? It's okay, you can tear the enemy's wings with the hand on the other side. Got a bite off your wrist? It's okay too, pierce his throat with the exposed bone scum. Both arms are wrung to pieces? The battle still has to go on, and even if the body is unable to move, you can use magic to control the sword through the enemy's chest.

As long as life is not lost, as long as the battle is ongoing, then the attack will never stop.

In front of the emperor, Cang Zhen and the crazy Kong Ming staged an extremely bloody battle.

It's a similar way of fighting, regardless of defense, and all forces are used on offense. No matter how severe the damage is, as long as you can leave a wound on the enemy, you can attack regardless of it.

The madness of completely giving up one's life, even in the box garden, such a battle is very rare.

"I don't like this kind of crazy fighting, it's like a beast that has lost its mind."

Complaining about the battle between the two, Emperor Shakti seized every minute and every second to recover his strength, and when Kong Ming fell, he had to go up.

Although Emperor Shakti prayed for Kong Ming in his heart, he knew how small Kong Ming's chances of winning the final victory were, and the probability of an infinite approach to zero was even lower for a miracle to occur.

In the crazy battle, Cang Zhen and Kong Ming's bodies are weakening sharply, like under the attack of a raging storm, no matter how high the recovery is, it has become a joke.

Today, both sides are holding on with tenacious willpower.

Cang Zhen was gasping quickly, his eyes had already been scratched by Kong Ming at some point that he couldn't remember before, and even then he didn't have the time to recover his eyes. In the darkness, Cang Zhen relied on the spirit lock to continue to attack Kong Ming, and he knew that the other party would definitely be one step ahead of him and would not be able to hold on.

The seemingly endless battle came to an abrupt end.

Kong Ming's recovery power finally reached its limit, and although he tried to continue attacking, his body could not support it. The over-consumed body is completely overdrawn and falls into extreme weakness.

This is fatal for combat.

Stagnant in an instant, Cangzhen's eyes froze, and he decisively grabbed the fighter, hugged Kong Ming's head and twisted it hard, and hot dragon blood sprayed out from the torn neck towards the sky. The fiery dragon blood poured on Cang Zhen's body, which was directly absorbed into his body by him, turning into new power to nourish his dilapidated body.

There was no time to take a breath, and the Emperor Shakti had already killed again.

How could a true man with an immortal body be afraid of battle.

Even when his body was close to his limit, he was still undaunted to fight.