The cherubim were surprised:

"Mr. Flimp Bee, you really can even use the Yin and Yang Dao - that's Liuhe, one of the twelve divine generals."

"I'm the heir to the Yin and Yang bloodline, and I'm a member of THE/5, unlike you rats who have to grovel just for the sake of the 22nd century mythological project."

After the Mist Blade had eliminated the remaining Shikigami, regardless of whether the cherubim knew the twelve gods or not, he used his own body to test the power of the giant demons.

As a result, the fog blade was about to swing a fist, and an indestructible black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and then the labor pain was transmitted from the nerves, and when the fog blade came back to his senses, he was shocked to realize that he had been beaten and flew dozens of meters away!

"Mist Blade!"

Lexia was so nervous that she put aside the best time to fight with her opponent, and wanted to go over to help the Fog Blade, but she was plotted by Orobos from the corner, but she still straightened up and returned to the side of the Fog Blade.

"What are you doing? Defeat your opponent first! ”

"You're getting a nosebleed!"

“…… It's not just nosebleeds, it feels like even the bridge of your nose has been broken by that guy......"

The mist blade wiped away the blood that almost flowed into his mouth, carefully remembering what had just happened, but he couldn't think of anything, this is the Twelve Divine Generals?

Cherubim squinted at Mistblade, the smile on his lips gone.

The ghost and the six are oppressed in form and strength, and the high-speed movement forces the fog blade to care about anything else, so they have to quickly put out the frame.

The giant demon swung out a fist that was enough to create a storm and pierce the ground, as if it had inherited the destructive power of the strange power of Orias, and the misty blade and the others were defeated one after another. Many times the cherubim were on the brink of death.

In addition, Orobos and Onida have been co-working together for many years, and their tacit understanding is beyond the imagination of Fogblade, their attacks are constantly staggered, without accidentally injuring teammates, and successfully forcing the cherubim into a corner.

Mist Blade and Lyxia support from both sides, trying to create a way for the cherubim, but they are almost undead under the infinite destructive power of the Liuhe, but they will not be deterred by this, because they are also part of the battlefield.

Lexia swung the giant axe upward, and the fog blade stepped on it as a springboard, and flew out in one breath with the power of the horse-headed ghost, and hit Liuhe's head so hard, and after Liuhe's body sank, the cherubim found the right time to kick him to take away his balance, and with Liuhe's powerful body, he fell to the ghost on one side.

"Good!"

The Fog Blade was complacent, but unfortunately the good times were short-lived, and he was beaten in the abdomen and fell out, and the sound of broken ribs was clearly visible.

In order to avenge the revenge that he had just not chopped, Lexia swung the giant axe at Orobos again, only to see Orobos turn around in slow motion to avoid the vital point, and kicked the giant axe upward, and Lexia suddenly became a member of the bare-handed club.

Ou Ruobosi hurried up, a flying knee into Lexia's face, and gave her a shoulder fall, obviously the body of the horse-headed ghost is one and five times that of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the five sages, he is just a weak little ghost.

"Onida, although I can't use power, you're different. There's no need to talk to them anymore. ”

Aurobos twisted his neck and turned his wrist, was it just a warm-up exercise?

Onida and Liuhe showed expressions of interest.

"It's come to this, and I'm really sorry for the president to keep it any longer—"

Fog Blade and Lyxia regrouped their posture and made plans to meet them at any time, and a cold sweat urged them that the other party was going to move seriously.

"Kanna-san, this is a reward for saving your life, so let's get out of here with Miss Helibel first. In this field, you can't use all your strengths, and it's a disadvantage against such opponents. ”

There was no hint of banter in Cherubim's eyes, it was genuine seriousness, much to the embarrassment of Mistblade.

"-Stinky brother, don't listen to him."

"Mist Blade, even if they still have hole cards to play, the three of us will help you as much as possible!"

Mistblade and Lysa hurriedly turned back, and the wounded Lena and Yareth stumbled, and they also had to help each other into the battle.

"What do you see, Lolita, aren't you satisfied with having a younger sister? Stinky old lady, don't think that only you have become stronger, I will also catch up with you! ”

I really don't know if I'm scolding or what, Yales's expression at this moment is so rich that it can be described as "overflowing". Never mind...... Whatever she wants, after all, she is the only one present who has completed the task perfectly, and they are still glued to the fog blade, and they are derelict enough to need the help of this self-righteous sister-in-law.

"Mist Blade, Lyxia, no problem."

In fact, you can see Yaleth's expression, but I still want to explain it in person, although the way of explaining it is very rough, but it seems that this trip they really did not run in vain, and the harvest was very rich.

"Now all of our combat power is back."

"That's right! Mist Blade, Cinna, Yaleth, we're going to win! ”

Even Lexia followed suit...... Mist Blade stopped talking here, and he and Lexia hadn't talked well for a while, so let her have a good talk.

"I'm going to make your confidence go down the drain in no time."

"The ghost is big, sometimes talking too much will become a lie, instead of saying big things, it's better to shut them up directly."

These two guys are the most confident - Mist Blade doesn't think their words will turn into a pure lie, because he has a hunch that more power will come to him.

He's done enough to wait for a tougher battle to be fought, and as a result, Onida and Orobos have stopped.

"Is that really going to be the case? It's good. ”

“……？”

The ghost's gaze fell somewhere, not a cherubim, not a fogblade, and from the progress of the topic, the person he was talking to was not anyone present, so he was talking to someone in the distance with telepathy?

"Is that guy talking to Adske?"

The Oni Da hinted at Orobos with his eyes, and after conveying this message, he then said to the Fogblade and the others:

"If you're lucky, we're going to call it a day. But cherubim, I'll kill you the next time we meet, and remember it for me. ”

The words of the first half are profound, and Mist Blade has chosen to take it to heart first.

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Mo jumped into the air, and one turned around and swung a black scythe at the peacock duke.

The opponent adopted an absolute defensive form, opening a huge miasma barrier, intending to absorb all the attack power, but after absorbing the heat of the attack, the cold air began to expand in the air temperature, and finally collapsed.

The force of the contraction began to uncontrollably unleash, and the space exploded, and the sudden chain of explosions tested the patience of the opponent, and this was also the bridge that Morax was waiting for.

The countdown of the end was first counted from the opponent's feet, and the surface that could not withstand the killing intent of the Devil Crying God sank on the spot, and the opponent was stunned for a while, and the gravity of the attack, which could not be completely stifled, appeared to slip through the net.

The missed attacks created a turbulent current, frantically charging around the barrier.

The building behind him collapsed, accompanied by a fierce roar, and the crushed bricks and tiles were about to come out; The lost gravity drives the magnetic field, the balance of the vector is disrupted, and the reaction of static electricity is triggered, and Morax further strengthens the miasma of Mo, and the ignited phosphorus fire finally detonates the moment it touches the air.

Puffs of smoke drifted away from Morax's eyes, and the Headless Horsemann retreated to his side, which should have been a time of joy, but his eyes were full of sorrow and seriousness, just because his opponent was not so simple.

The sight of the ruined walls reminded him of the day he was born, and the funny thing is that these scenes today are all from the palm of his hand.

"Master."

"I know."

Morax raised his gaze and looked down at the crumbling wreckage of the streetscape, slapping the dust off his body and laughing at his own stupidity - in short, the pill was intact.

"You're not a man who will hand over the banner of victory casually."

Morax threw all his strength into the blow, but he couldn't defeat the pill - the name of the Five Wise Elders was well deserved.

How many dukes did you defeat...... It's not Morax's concern anymore. The battle will continue, because the winner is not yet decided.