Lingyu looked at the scattered rain in the sky, smiled lightly and said:

"You were wondering why it rains in such a hot place, right?"

Yi Xin was stunned for a moment, he actually saw his doubts. Stretch out your palm, just take a drop of falling rainwater, and gently hold it in the palm of your hand.

"The day I was born, it started to rain in the sky. Lingyu said calmly, "After that, no matter where I go, it will rain......"

His eyes were hidden in the wet hair and the rain that snaked like tears, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he exuded a sorrow like rain and mist. He no longer looked at Yi Xin, nor did he pay attention to this battlefield, and he already had a decision in his heart:

"Perhaps, this rain will stop until I die. ”

Yi Xin's hands trembled a little, but he didn't say anything.

Lingyu held a spear in his hand, his figure had swooped like a gust of wind, and the rain behind him was pulled by his footsteps, sprinkled on both sides of his footsteps, like a pleasant and graceful music.

Although the raindrops are not really lethal, the properties of the rain itself wrap a layer of mist around the flames.

"The Sorrow of the Rain - The Last Movement!"

Lingyu's figure suddenly came to Yi Xin's body, his body volleyed in the air, and his right hand raised the spear of rain high.

Yi Xin raised his staff horizontally to block the spearhead that stabbed heavily, but saw Ling Yu's other hand grab his staff violently, and there was a "hiss" sound on the palm of his hand, which was the sound of his skin being scorched by the hot volcanic stone.

He didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel pain, he still clenched tightly, his movements did not pause in the slightest, his back arched suddenly, and countless spikes jumped over his head to form an arc of thorns, all towards Yi Xin's heart.

At the last moment, Yi Xin's flame came out of his hand, but he left half of his strength, and the angry golden lion roared up from behind him, and the soles of his feet suddenly stomped on the ground and rumbled, leaping forward, and the powerful golden forepaw smashed the rain spear in front of Lingyu, and the raindrops splashed like pearls.

"Burning Flames - Golden Lion Roars!"

Yi Xin waved his staff, and the outline of the huge golden lion instantly merged into the staff, and then rushed out with the monstrous flames, showing an indomitable momentum.

The spikes in front of Lingyu were cut off before they could get close to Yi Xin's body. The golden lion's forepaw passed through Lingyu's body, and the blazing flames poured in, and the pillar of fire pierced through, piercing his thin body.

The lion's mouth bit his shoulder violently, tearing it hard, blood splattering, and Lingyu's body floated backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The flames were still unabated, enveloping him, and in the process of falling to the ground, all the spikes on his side were burned, and even the pitch-black and demonic eyeball in his right eye was immediately filled with flames.

The package he had always carried with him had a thick ancient book burned. Pages fluttered in the flames, curled up like dead leaves, and one of them floated past Lingyu's eyes.

It depicts a white-winged god sitting under a tree with a lush canopy, holding the hand of a dark elf girl.

Lingyu stretched out his hands into the air and opened his mouth weakly, but he couldn't make a sound or catch the picture.

His heart was infinitely guilty, "Master, I'm sorry. I'm afraid this life you picked up for Lingyu will be lost here......"

In the blink of an eye, the pages with red glow at the edges were burned by the flames and turned into wisps of ashes.

Lingyu fell heavily to the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. The right half of his body had been burned, and the flames that had fallen on him continued to burn, showing no signs of extinguishing. Overhead, the clouds overhead, and the clear sky that could never be seen, became the last image in his eyes.

On the silent mountaintop, the sound of rain suddenly became louder.

Yi Xin withdrew the flames. He won the battle, but for some reason, he was not happy in his heart.

The rain quickly dispersed, not a drop remained, and the air was hot and dry. Lingyu's body turned into a charred black mass and curled up on the ground. Yi Xin's heart was inexplicably covered with a dark cloud.

He turned, looking up at the Doomsday Volcano.

At the foot of the mountain, the roar of the earth and the violent tremor did not stop for a moment, and a few rays of golden light burst out from the pillar of fire that rushed to the sky, and the blade of the god killer was about to reappear in the world.

"I'm just ...... to get the Godkiller Blade"

The stone in Yi Xin's heart had just landed, and at this moment, in the northern sky, a strange behemoth suddenly flew in, and the black shadow covered the sky for a moment, and the six pitch-black wings behind it that covered the sky and the sun waved alternately and hovered over the crater.

"Maple ......"

Yi Xin was furious, and he was obviously one step away from getting the God-killing Blade, but he was driven by Yi Feng.

He clenched his fists tightly: "No matter what, I'm going to fight you face to face!"

Having completed the transformation of the golden lion, he is even more fearless. At this time, the golden lion behind him reappeared, standing high on the top of the mountain, across the boundless sea of lava, and Yifeng in the distance.

"Yi Feng ——"

Yi Xin shouted loudly.

The golden lion attached to him jumped with him suddenly, jumping into the sea of fire, the golden lion stepped on the magma and fireballs with the soles of his four feet, but it was like walking on the ground, and after borrowing his strength, he quickly rose up and rushed straight to the direction where Yifeng was.

When looking at it from a distance, the six-winged Yifeng is not very amazing, and the closer you get, the more you feel that the black wings that are dozens of feet wide reach the sky and the earth.

Yi Xin's heart turned over the river. The complex feelings, contradictions and resentments, blame and chagrin that have accumulated in my heart for many years are pouring out like a rushing river and sea at this moment.

"This time, I must defeat you!"

In the sea of lava, the golden lion leaped high and rushed towards the maple above the crater.

Yifeng was a little stunned, and his eyes were indifferent. From the bottom of the volcano, there was a muffled call that only he could hear.

“...... Descendants of the night, you have finally followed my guidance and come here......"

It was the voice of the Godkiller Blade.

Until the golden lion roared and landed on all four feet above the crater.

Yifeng raised his head and just looked at it calmly. This little lion with a golden glow all over his body looked so dazzling in the red sea of fire and the black sky.

"Yifeng, you don't want to get the God-killing Blade, you won't let you succeed!"

Yi Xin stood in a clearing on the edge of the crater and said angrily.

Yi Feng slowly spoke:

"I didn't expect you to complete the transformation, congratulations. Your qualifications are better than mine. ”。

Yi Xin heard his tepid words, but became even more angry:

"You want to take care of it...... Don't be pretentious, I've seen enough of your hypocrisy...... I thought it was ten years ago, but it could give you a chance to explain. But now it seems that there is nothing more to talk about between you and me!"