Chapter 70: The Sword of the World

The killer finally quieted down, quietly lowered his head, and did not let out his angry gaze, but his chest was still rushing together, panting fiercely.

Nokna smiled and stretched out her hand, touched the head of the killer, and said, "That's good......"

Although I wanted to bite her off the strange hand, at this time, the body of the killer did not obey the call at all, and spread it out in place, unable to even move a finger.

Nokna obviously saw this, and it was not surprising that she knelt beside the killer and stretched out her hand to make a move, which made people's eyes bloom, and I don't know how she did it, she actually felt a dead branch like a magic trick.

It is not very accurate to say that it is a dry branch, but rather a wooden sword with rough workmanship, only the shape of a sword, but it is more like a clumsy toy made by a young child when playing, not to mention the blade, the sword body is not even straight, however, there is an inexplicable feeling, no matter who looks at it at first glance, it will be unmistakable to see this dead branch as an object.

Sword.

It's crude, it's clumsy, but there's no doubt that it's a sword.

Although the shape was extremely ridiculous, Nokna didn't care, but cautiously picked up the wooden sword, carefully and attentively looked at the withered yellow wooden sword body, as if looking at a beautiful picture, a little, she reversed the sword body, held the sword in her backhand, and slowly sent the hilt to the right hand of the killer, and gently held the right hand of the killer with both hands, like a girl holding the palm of her sweetheart, helping her to hold the wooden sword.

The green fingers and soft skin should be comfortable and tight to the touch, but the killer could not enjoy it, because at this time she was almost in a pain worse than death!

Starting from the right hand holding the wooden sword, the white skin suddenly lost its luster, like porcelain, and cracked in pieces, and it was still slowly spreading to her whole body, and with it, there was a pain so intense that she wanted to die, it was as if even the soul began to collapse with the body.

The arm trembled violently, but she couldn't escape Nokna's clamp, on the contrary, her face was flushed with excitement, and the joy in her heart appeared on her face unconcealably, as if she was staring at the performance of the killer with excitement, as well as the wooden sword in her hand.

Even if it is so painful, but the killer still can't die, this is not because of herself, but because of some kind of inexplicable light supporting her body, every time she is about to collapse, there will be a faint light green vigorous light on her body, so that the dying killer can heal his wounds, and even regain consciousness, and then accept the next round of torture......

Unlike the killer who struggled to die and lived, the wooden sword in her hand that caused her so much pain had an inexplicable performance, and the green light that protected the killer from dying seemed to come from this ordinary wooden sword, since it was held by the killer, there began to be inexplicable runes emerging from the sword, unpredictable, mysterious, just a wooden sword, but it exuded a momentum that can be compared with the world!

No, it's not comparable, this sword itself is a world!

Nokna finally laughed, first lightly, then loudly, and finally, it turned into an irrepressible laugh that made her look like crazy......

I don't know how long the pain lasted, maybe it began to weaken, maybe it was just that the killer had begun to get used to it, in short, her brain had begun to gradually recover, and slowly, she could already think about some things, such as ...... This wooden sword.

Gangdaruf, as long as it's a sword, even if it's a sword of the world, I'll show you!

There is no doubt that what is being held in the hands of the slain at this time is a world, although I don't understand why, but the slain can understand that this is a world, a world that is completely undamaged, or rather, this wooden sword, is a tree, a ...... World Tree.

Because I don't know who gave the attribute of "sword", therefore, killing the son, that is, May, can be said to control the whole world at this time!

She also finally understood why she would die and live for a long time like that, even if she had that magical talent, but if she wanted to control a world, it was by no means that simple, she only suffered that little bit [not a little!] ], it can already be said that the talent is super-god.

Of course, it's very powerful, but in fact, it's nothing more than that, whether it's the world or the world tree, it's just a sword after all, a fragile wooden sword, and you want to rely on this to kill the enemy...... Ahem.

Nokna finally laughed enough, gasped for a while, and then regained her previous dignified and quiet smile, pulled out the World Tree Sword from the hand of the Killer, as if relieved, put away the wooden sword, patted the Killer's head again, and said with a smile: "I knew you could do it, sure enough, this ability can bypass the restrictions, in this way, the most difficult step of the plan has been solved, and then, just solve those troublesome guys......"

She stood up, Shi Shiran patted the non-existent dust on her body, and beckoned to May: "I will come to you again, stubborn little guy, as a reward for this time, your injuries have been cured by me, and I will send you another news, I saw some situations on the way here, that little girl, there may be some trouble, if you go late...... Hehehehehe......"

Suddenly, she frowned, looked at the sky, and after a moment's pause, as if talking to herself, she muttered, "Ah, what a vigilance, I was so careful that I was still discovered, and I was annoyed...... Looks like we can't stay here for long......"

As she spoke, she walked slowly in the direction she had come, and in the sight of the killer, her figure gradually faded, and finally, she disappeared into the clearing like air, and only the ethereal sound slowly came.

[I am a flower, or a butterfly, or a demon, or a ghost, the body of pity is destined to be intolerable; Carmine, earthly fate, has become empty to me...... The concubine body is the lord of the eternal night, the emperor of darkness, and the concubine body is, "the lord of the extremely evil yellow spring"-]

ps:From today,Resume the update.,And it's a daily update.,Well,This chapter is almost a little bit to two thousand.,Because I don't want to be flooded, so I'm put it on like this.,Plus,Don't ask me how I did in QAQ! Absolutely no asking!