(It's finally a hundred chapters, and I'm still a little excited.) Pen % Fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info)

Light and shadow intertwined and collided, the sky was agitated with all kinds of light, energy was twisted and collapsed in the sky, and countless shadows and blacks were restless and swirling there as if dancing.

Sang Zhefeng continuously activated his abilities in the air, moving rapidly, and at the same time, a large amount of magic around him was also constantly agitated, releasing outwards.

Magic is his first creation, and it can also be said that he first completed the basic construction of magic, although magic has evolved over such a long period of time and has become completely different from when Sang Zhefeng first studied it, but this does not prevent Sang Zhefeng from mastering the use of magic in a short time.

Because what Sanzhefeng grasps is the root of everything, that is, the place where all things grow - that is to say, Sanzhefeng mainly climbs up the branches and can easily reach the top.

In other words, there is nothing wrong with saying that Sang Zhefeng is really a fifth-order mage now.

The two figures were constantly glued in the air, fighting each other with their own strength.

"Hey! Can I ask you a question? ”

Sang Zhefeng waved his dagger and said loudly there, looking very relaxed.

"Eh~ What does the Sage want to ask?"

The black figure replied that he had used the stick in his hand to block Sanzhefeng's attack, and then said so.

"Which one do you prefer, hypocrisy (betrayal) or purity (soul)?"

Behind Sangzhe Feng, a giant combination circle hundreds of meters wide suddenly appeared and swirled there, and terrifying energy surged there, like a restless torrent.

Countless rays of light slowly fell from the sky, accumulating behind him, and the already dark sky began to brighten, and the magic circle behind Sang Zhefeng also began to operate in an extremely strange way.

"I~If I say that, I still prefer my own self~" The black shadow suddenly laughed, "Who likes pure fools?" ”

Sang Zhefeng didn't answer his words, he just raised his dagger high, and the light behind him seemed to form some wonderful resonance with the dagger in his hand, and from the dagger suddenly grew something like a lightsaber, and it was bright in the sky.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that a lightning bolt suddenly flashed in the sky, and the surrounding area seemed to be a world completely soaked in blood, and countless red lines fluttered in the sky, changing.

"That's it." Sang Zhefeng looked at the black shadow opposite him, smiled, and said.

He suddenly let out a deep sigh of relief, a serious expression on his face, and behind him, those strange magic circles suddenly triumphed brightly, illuminating the entire world.

Countless red threads float in the sky, and their source is a single person.

That dark shadow.

"The sword of life and death!"

Sang Zhefeng burst out like this, and then the bright red long sword in his hand swung down.

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Artoria's hand shook suddenly, and as if she felt something, she turned her gaze in Kara's direction.

Nothing, just a bunch of brilliant lights.

I'm a little tired.

The girl sighed, then put down the book in her hand, stretched back, and leaned back on the top of the chair.

In the past few days, she has been learning about the way of king and the history of kings, and the things in it make her feel very bad.

There was blood everywhere, hurt everywhere, sad humanity everywhere.

Artoria slowly raised her hand and put it in front of her, and said with some melancholy, "Are those boring disputes really interesting...... Obviously there is nothing wrong...... Obviously it's not a problem...... At the end of the day, everyone will get hurt...... There is no such thing as a winner......"

Artoria sighed again, but what she didn't notice was that the sword she had placed next to her was trembling slightly.

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Sang Zhefeng was suspended in mid-air, his eyes already bursting with bright red light, and in his hand, the small dagger was showing a bright silver light.

[Wow! Zhefeng! You really can! It's incredible to be able to directly combine the characteristics of this dagger with Artoria's Pact Victory Sword! And you can even simulate the Sword of Contract Victory! It's simply amazing! 】

The system said there a little incoherently, and then this small dialog looked at the dust in front of Sang Zhefeng, and said with some hesitation: [Kill it......]

Sang Zhefeng didn't say anything, but the next moment, the black sand coming out of the black fog over there directly informed the system of the answer.

"Eh~It's so dangerous~ I almost died~"

The strange voice of the black shadow came from that side, and then the smoke and dust also dispersed, and the guy stood in front of Sang Zhefeng unscathed.

"It's worthy of a sage, so you can create a weapon to interfere with cause and effect." The black shadow slowly raised his arms and said, "It's a pity that I can control the position of my life and death line - you can't kill me." ”

As he said, in Sangzhefeng's eyes now, this black guy has completely lost that red line - he is already dead here.

"And...... Should I call you ...... now" The black shadow slowly bowed to Sang Zhefeng and said, "What about the last emperor?" Mr. Sang Zhefeng? ”

Sang Zhefeng suddenly laughed, he put the dagger on his neck, and gently moved it.

"Of course you can~" Sang Zhefeng's face showed that crazy smile, that kind of crazy smile that hadn't appeared for a long time.

That...... After extreme sorrow, it was like a crazy smile crawling out of hell.

【Philosophical ...... Philosopher? The system was taken aback, and subconsciously stepped back, looking at Sanzhe Fengdao with some panic.

It suddenly thought of the first time it had been in contact with Sangzhefeng.

At that time, Sang Zhefeng stood on the high platform, watching Joan of Arc desperately there, looking at the burning village. That's how he laughs, too, and he's laughing so happily.

Sang Zhefeng slowly danced the dagger, and his heart was a little confused.

He is a sage and an emperor.

It is the one who created the principle of mankind, and it is also the disaster of the world.

He...... I remember how it all came about. I remember how it all ended.

He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice:

"Whoever hurts - he will die." (To be continued.) )