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Asura had reminded him, and Yu Aoki had reminded him, but he didn't know that although this black spirit can strengthen itself and accelerate the regeneration of the body, it can be said to be the guardian saint of the user, but it is also the god of death that devours the user, and when used, it will consume a lot of the user's life force and shorten the user's lifespan, but for Lan Ruo, who has made a deal with Tierfeng and has given up his life and soul, what is a mere lifespan?

The black spirit continued to overflow, forming a circle with a diameter of three zhang around Lan Ruo, showing an intense deep black. Inside the circle, the grass growing in the cracks of the stone slabs on the ground all turned into flying ashes, like ashes in hell, dancing around Lan Ruo.

Lan Ruo felt every cell in his body moaning, and the indescribable pain hit him, his teeth clenched, and there seemed to be a cracking sound between his teeth.

The black spirit further liberated the black spirit has reached the limit of what his body can bear, the black spirit erodes in all directions, the earth cracks, the solid ground seems to be softened, like the tide of the sea rises and falls, several centuries-old jacaranda trees slowly fall, smoke and dust everywhere.

Asura finally couldn't help but roar angrily: "Again and again, again and again! How many times do you have to stop me before you give up! Ruo'er, I have shown mercy to your men again and again, but you do not hesitate to use such dangerous power, and you do not hesitate to sacrifice your own life to stop me! Well, since ...... You'd rather be swallowed up by darkness than stand in my way, so let me kill you with my own hands! ”

Asura's eyes suddenly erupted with blazing blue light, his whole body was shrouded in cyan fighting mist, his body was looming, the shadow of the heavenly dragon swam out of the overlord, circled and entangled, and then rose to the sky, looking from a distance, it was like a cyan air pillar connecting the heavens and the earth, and the clouds suddenly stirred violently, forming a whirlpool, and its scene was very spectacular. Asura has gone through several battles, and there is still such a terrifying power left, which is unfathomable.

Lan Ruo raised his eyes to look at Asura, his pupils shrunk.

Asura's posture had an absolute sense of existence, making Lan Ruo's gaze impossible to take his eyes off at all.

Its body, from top to bottom, is a murder weapon, with the indestructible strength of the sword, and the strange power of broken gold and jade.

Its momentum, like a shadow covering the sky, is a pure breath of death, neither human, nor beast, nor demonic......

Ghosts.

Perhaps this is the best adjective.

Asura raised his hand, and a turbulent torrent of fighting qi gushed out, and he had used this move to crush Qing Zijin, who had no strength to fight again.

Lan Ruo didn't move, but he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and the turbulent flow of fighting energy rushed to the left side as if it had been slapped away by an invisible hand.

Just listen to a few "boom boom" sounds, more than a dozen wooden and gray brick houses were washed down, and the turbulent flow of fighting spirit even rushed all the way to another street, opening up two blocks!

Sixteen pairs of black air vortices behind Lan Ruo merged into a pair of pure black wings like ink, slowly stretching out, and the black wings continued to extend, as if separating the sky and the earth, ravaging the world.

Lan Ruo, who was carrying the pair of black wings, seemed to be a fallen angel who had fallen into the world, and there was a kind of beauty that was almost abnormal, it was the beauty that burned out in an instant, and the power that only came from burning life.

"Do you want to fight me empty-handed?" Asura's blood scythe drew a red circle in his hand.

"If a wild beast loses its claws, it uses its teeth, and if it loses its teeth, it uses its bones, and that's all." Lan Ruo said.

Suddenly, Lan Ruo's eyes saw a flash of silver light on the right, and he subconsciously reached out to take it, but saw that what he was holding in his hand was a delicately carved silver knife.

"I borrowed you." Ace on the side barely supported his upper body and said.

Lan Ruo nodded and greeted him, tightened the silver knife in his hand, and danced a few beautiful knife flowers in the air, this silver knife Guyue is a thing passed down from generation to generation by the Xingli clan, and it stands to reason that it should not be borrowed. Although it is not as strong as the Blood Scythe, whether it is the curvature of the blade, the shape and length of the blood groove, or the feel of the hilt, it is a scimitar born for battle, and any warrior will love the thrill of wielding it.

Lan Ruo looked at the silver knife for a while, and then looked at Asura, his eyes were very complicated at first, there was respect, closeness, nostalgia, love, anger, incomprehension, sadness, and resentment......

In the end, all feelings faded away, and it became a kind of indifferent gaze, as if Asura was a stranger who had never known him.

"I'm going to go," Lan Ruo leaned down slightly, "this may be my last battle." ”

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