Suddenly, "Bang Bang Bang"

In the sky, there were four loud bangs, and the four dimly lit Holy Cross Swords fell from the sky like falling rocks, and they all sank into the grass, revealing only the blackened hilt and the broken small half of the sword body, and the holy sword was dim, and it was estimated that it had suffered a great setback.

Obviously, these four Holy Cross swords had already been defeated in the battle against the 'Blood Demon Weapon', and Smir was still easy and effortless.

Looking at the incredulous eyes of the four Lancelots, Prince Smir laughed: "There is nothing to be done, God's lackeys, now, I am your God, let me die." ”

Prince Smir didn't even use a 'blood brake', and as soon as his ten sharp claws reached forward, he shot four bursts of blood and pounced on the four of Lancelot.

The strength of the poor Twelve Knights of the Round Table mainly comes from the summoning of the Holy Cross Sword to the Holy Power, and their own strength is not much stronger than ordinary people, and it is their own strength and quality that the vampires have cultivated all year round, how can this group of Knights of the Round Table withstand this violent blow of Prince Smir.

"Bang Bang"

The four blood rays hit the target one by one, and the four of Lancelot let out a terrible scream, blood spurted wildly from their mouths, and they crashed backwards like a speeding train, and fell heavily on the grass, already dying, and this place, indeed, Smir did not spare his hand.

"Lancelot!"

"Gawain!"

"Both!"

"Percival!"

The other eight Knights of the Round Table were shocked, and they all slashed their swords, forcing away the opponents in front of them, and all gathered in front of the seriously injured Lancelot four, and set up a circular defensive formation, and the border guards attacked.

In an instant, the situation on the grass took a sharp turn for the worse, and the situation of the original war was gone, and the vampire clan had a clear upper hand, and victory was imminent.

Despite this, on the other side, at this time, Wang Hao was still fighting hard.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and Wang Hao's figure, who had smashed into a passage from the ruins, had just froze, and a third blood mist erupted, and a piece of Venus was floating in front of him, his limbs were almost unconscious as if they were broken, and his chest was as uncomfortable as pressing thousands of boulders, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

Such a terrifying strength, worthy of being called a strong figure at the Central Asian Saint level of the Holy See, was able to burst out with such a regrettable energy.

"Sixth Slash!"

From the remaining shock wave and light curtain, there was a deep roar of fire from King Arthur (Lancelot), mixed with admiration, surprise, and anger.

"Boom"

The sixth holy light shot out from Iscalibo, and the hazy eyes of the seriously injured Wang Hao could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly, only to feel a dazzling burning pain on the blurred retina, and a violent wave of energy poured towards him, and the energy of this blow was even more powerful than the last one.

Wang Hao knew very well in his heart that he was already seriously injured, and if he couldn't block this sixth shock wave, maybe he wouldn't need King Arthur's last blow at all, and he would have already seen the smile of death.

Under the huge crisis, Wang Hao burst out with the last courage and energy, because he was unwilling, and roared like a tiger: "Come on, King Arthur, I can still fight, fight to the death!" ”

All the energy was penetrated into the Samadhi True Fire, and the Samadhi True Fire finally aroused its greatest potential even after receiving three mouthfuls of Wang Hao's blood.

"Roar-" In a clear dragon roar, the Samadhi True Fire shot out a red light like a waterfall, and an illusory red dragon flew out of Wang Hao's body, and the wind became more and more punishable, and the momentum quickly surrounded and spread.

With eyes like electricity and blood like a basin, the huge red dragon's face was hideous, and without hesitation, he dragged his huge body and crashed into the sixth holy light.

"Boom-"

The red dragon and the sixth holy light 'kissed' together like a comet hitting the earth, and time froze strangely for a moment, and after two or three seconds, another terrible loud bang suddenly erupted.

The red dragon transformed by the energy of the Samadhi True Fire was shattered by the sixth holy light, and the sixth holy light with a slight setback in power was still not to be underestimated, mixed with the residual shock wave left by the first five holy lights, it was still overwhelmingly surging towards Wang Hao, and the speed was quite unabated.

At this moment, King Arthur (Lancelot) had no doubt that this stubborn and fierce enemy in front of him, this blow must be doomed!

And Wang Hao himself is also gradually despairing, looking at the six holy lights shot out by King Arthur are stronger than the other, how can he be a little injured, he can't help but murmur a wry smile: "Iscalibo's scabbard, never bleed, never die, even if you are powerful, I underestimate you!" ”

"Boom-" Immediately after, the huge energy tide formed by the sixth holy light finally submerged Wang Hao, and all of them were submerged.

For a while, Wang Hao only felt that the overwhelming pressure was surging madly towards him, and he seemed to be resigned to his fate like a helpless bird in the raging waves, and for the first time he felt so fragile and insignificant.

"Roar-" The huge tearing sensation in his body made Wang Hao let out a terrible roar of pain, this time in Chinese: "Wang Hao, are you really dead like this?" Are you really willing? Do your women agree? ”

This dying roar, mixed with Wang Hao's unwillingness, anger, pain and despair, reverberated tenaciously on the ruins, he was unwilling, if he didn't use the Sky Cutting Sword, he would die so miserably.

Suddenly: "boom"!

The sixth holy light exploded violently, and the Samadhi True Fire was quickly shrunk into Wang Hao's body, and then, another sky-high red light flame burst out from the waterfall-like holy light, engulfing the entire holy light in an instant.

For a moment, a huge fireball burning violently appeared on the huge ruins, reflecting half of the sky and emitting scorching terrifying heat.

King Arthur (Lancelot) was stunned for a moment, Ilikalipo's sword body was bursting with light, but the seventh light was faint, because he didn't understand: what was the scene before him?

In the powerful holy light, the muscles of Wang Hao's whole body seemed to be cut by thousands of sharp blades, and it seemed that countless gold-devouring ants were greedily biting, and the huge and boundless pain almost tore all his nerves.

His consciousness gradually blurred, his consciousness gradually weakened, and Wang Hao seemed to fall into a long and long sleep, and this sleep is estimated to be forever.

"No, I can't just throw in the towel, I still have a lot of last wishes." The strong desire to survive prompted Wang Hao to desperately endure the sharp pain like tearing all over his body, and struggled to destroy Yuan Dan, hoping that a miracle would happen.

However, Yuan Dan was still dim, and gradually, the stinging pain in his whole body became more and more intense, and Wang Hao seemed to be placed in a blood-colored hell, enduring the cruel torture of skinning, boneless, cramps, and oil cooking.

That feeling is so painful that life is worse than death, and all thoughts are lost.

Wang Hao was almost desperate: "Could it be that today is destined to be my last day?" ”

Suddenly, in the sea of spirits, the true fire of Samadhi began to undergo strange changes:

Intense golden light shot out from Yuan Dan in waves, as if injecting Wang Hao with a heart booster, preserving the last trace of clarity in his consciousness.

Wang Hao was ecstatic: "Heaven will not kill me, I am saved, it's great." ”

As if a person who was about to drown, he grabbed a life-saving straw and worked desperately, gritting his teeth and straining his strength to frantically urge the slightly golden Yuan Dan.

Gradually, Yuan Dan's golden light became more and more intense, and suddenly, there was a violent explosion, and the golden light exploded violently like a waterfall hitting the ground.

So, in the eyes of King Arthur (Lancelot), Wang Hao's whole body was blazing, breaking through the powerful holy light, turning into a huge and scorching fireball.

Wang Hao suddenly felt that the only bit of clarity in his brain suddenly disappeared, and instead it was filled with bursts of terrible pain like a giant hammer strike, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar: "Ah――――――hhhhhhhh

Suddenly, Wang Hao involuntarily opened his eyes, and at this time, those strange eyes flashed with a scorching gold.

Suddenly, a strong golden light shot out from his eyes, slicing through the raging flames, and rushing into the thick clouds like a bullfight.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and after a second or two of pause, the sky suddenly erupted with a landslide-like earthquake.

In the huge tremor, the wind and clouds rolled, the sky and the earth changed color, and then, a huge golden light cut through the thick clouds, and the ferociousness was accurately reflected back to Wang Hao's body, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

So, in everyone's surprised eyes, Wang Hao only felt as if his whole body was bathed in a warm and comfortable spring water, all the severe pain quickly subsided, and the heavy internal injuries began to recover at a speed that exceeded twice as fast as before, and the active vitality returned to his body in an instant.

Wang Hao was ecstatic for a while, and when he was about to fight hard, he suddenly felt that the muscles behind him began to tremble violently like a beating drumbeat.

The terrible pain suddenly made Wang Hao's eyes pop again, and he groaned in pain, and his face was shocked for a while: "What's the matter?" Could it be that the injuries that have just started to get better have started to worsen again? ”

Suddenly, in a red light explosion, a pair of huge fiery red wings stretched out from Wang Hao's back, stretching proudly in mid-air, bursting out thousands of intense red lights, and the pain behind Wang Hao disappeared immediately.

For a moment, all the light in heaven and earth was covered by the red light of the wings, as if it was the only one who was the real king, which showed the terrifying power it contained.

"Whew-"

With the appearance of the wings, the huge golden pillar of light shot down from the sky disappeared, and the flames that erupted from Wang Hao's whole body also disappeared.

Instantly, a powerful god-like warrior in a crimson flame armor and huge wings appeared on the ruins, his sharp eyes burning with golden light, bursting with a terrifying light.