Second only to Satan among the Seven Kings of Hell, Samael is known for his poison and marksmanship.

Angels' martial arts are notoriously vulgar, and most angels rely purely on brute force to perform power-based actions such as slashing, smashing, and slashing. As an eighth-order wise angel, Samael's marksmanship is outstanding among the angels. After the fall, in the thousand-year-long battle, he trained his marksmanship more proficiently.

Therefore, when Samael's gun approached Ao Yuan's face with a sharp whistling sound, Ao Yuan could only barely turn his head and avoid the skull-breaking shot, but the sharp spear still left a scar on his face.

"Good marksmanship, even Nezha, may not be able to beat you in this way. Just now, but I'm underestimating you. Fang Cai's swift shot completely shattered Ao Yuan's contempt. Ao Yuan, who had distanced himself, wiped the blood from his cheeks and looked at the king of hell for the first time.

"It is rumored that the fallen angels have paid the price of not being able to return to heaven after death, in exchange for the power to break the inability to advance. If the old cow is not mistaken, you should just be a wise angel, but the power shown by that shot, I'm afraid, even Gabriel doesn't have this ability. ”

"Being able to deal with my shot, even Xiangliu may not be easy. I didn't expect that among the descendants of that color dragon, there was such an outstanding existence as you. As for Gabriel, his presence has tarnished the prestige of the Seraph, please do not judge the strength of the Seraph. When he heard Gabriel's name, Samael looked disdainful and hateful.

With a thought, the divine soldier Liquan reappeared in Ao Yuan's hand. Feeling the strength of his opponent, the belligerent Liquan spear trembled slightly in Ao Yuan's hand, and let out a cheerful soft roar.

Gently stroking the excited divine soldier in his hand, and then pointed the tip of the gun at Samael, Ao Yuan, who was no longer speechless, turned into a phantom, and stabbed straight ahead, and Samael, who was not to be outdone, faced Ao Yuan in the same posture. The two phantoms clashed in mid-air, and in just an instant, they fought dozens of times, and the powerful coercion caused cracks to faintly appear in the space around them.

The sea tide marksmanship pays attention to one go, and the offensive is endless, and one wave is better than the other. Even if he is a master of marksmanship among the angels, under the stormy attack, Samael is a little overwhelmed, but although he is down, Samael is not flustered at all, and there is even a faint smile between the corners of his mouth.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ao Yuan frowned, and his offensive froze. Samael, who was originally tired of coping, immediately showed a smug smile, and the cross gun in his hand was mainly anti-guest, and he could not leave Ao Yuan's vital point.

At this time, Ao Yuan inexplicably felt a trace of tiredness in his soul, and the Liquan spear, which was originally wielded freely, also became heavy and abnormal. In front of him, Samael's figure became blurry, and Ao Yuan could only judge the landing point of the opponent's next move by relying on his rich experience in the past against the enemy.

Kankan avoided several deadly attacks, in exchange for a long wound on his right chest, Ao Yuan's consciousness gradually blurred. Finally, when Samael swept away with his spear, Ao Yuan, who was no longer able to dodge, was shot into the bottom of the sea by the cross gun.

In the sea of yellow springs, which lost control, countless demon spirits howled and followed the sinking Ao Yuan. Although these demons who were killed by Ao Yuan and adopted in Huangquan before their lives were erased, the resentment imprinted in the depths of their souls made them not want to tear apart this enemy who had deprived them of their lives.

Looking at the boiling sea of yellow springs, Samael's eyes flashed with the relief of revenge as the instigator's huge wings floated in the air.

"Your strength is indeed superior to mine. Unfortunately, what I'm best at is not marksmanship, it's poison. "Samael's companion, Hollow Break, is forged from the branches of giant trees in Paradise Lost, and it is not poisonous in itself, except that when it comes into contact with blood, Hollow Breakout secretes a strange sap. This juice is not deadly, but it can plunge the soul of any living being into extreme fatigue.

Facing the place where Ao Yuan fell, a strong light was released from Samael's chest. In the sea of yellow springs, a hole within a radius of several miles suddenly formed, and countless souls melted in the light. The Divine Radiance Cannon, which claims to be able to destroy everything, has demonstrated its terrifying power in the hands of Samael, an advanced Seraph.

"If I meet Sang-ryu, I'll tell him about you, a great descendant. ”

When the sea filled the void again, and confirmed that he could not feel the breath of Ao Yuan, Samael slowly flapped his wings and flew off into the distance.

"No!" Suddenly, Samael's expression changed, the Sea of Yellow Springs was summoned by Ao Yuan with the power of the realm, not the product of real space, now that Ao Yuan is dead, it stands to reason that the Sea of Yellow Springs should also disappear, Samael should have returned to his tavern at this moment, but, at this moment, he is still wandering above the Sea of Yellow Springs, then, the so-called dead Ao Yuan...

A loud roar interrupted Samael's train of thought, and the sea suddenly made waves. A four-clawed dragon with a body of hundreds of feet long and a pitch-black body roared and soared into the air, but there was no trace of a living creature in that empty eyes. Different from Ao Yuan's arrogance and domineering in the past, Jiaolong's body at this time is only filled with tyranny, killing and destroying everything. Above the sea surface of the entire Yellow Spring, there is a strong smell of death.

"No way, it's... Primordial Dragon!"