Ye Mingyu suddenly remembered.

Legend has it that in the frozen land of the far north, there is a bird that lives in symbiosis with the snow.

They have no father or mother, and the first thing they see when they are born is a snowy sky.

Therefore, I have only been chasing the wind and snow all my life.

A long time ago, Satan used to have a snowfowl by his side, and he always kept it with him wherever he went, but then he disappeared.

The golden demon language, the aura of magic emanating from the imprint.

There was a heavy feeling of oppression in the air, like the feeling of wetness before a heavy rain.

The magic emblem hovered behind Ye Mingyu, and the three emblems stood on three sides at the same time.

Spells are ready to strike.

Satan didn't move, but her minions were nervous.

The inscription on his face writhed, always vigilant against Ye Mingyu's attack.

Satan waved his hand quietly, motioning for everyone to back off.

"I know you don't like to hurt the innocent, so these runes are all used to build enchantments, are you ready for your last words?"

Ye Mingyu clenched his staff.

There was no reply.

Strike decisively.

Silver flashes of thunder interlocked above the parking lot, and interlocking electric lights fell in one place with a terrifying momentum.

Elemental School: [Trio of Wind and Thunder]

Let's say hello with a seventh-order spell first.

The air was punctured, and high pressure and electric shocks slashed across Satan's head, sparks rubbed against the scarlet semicircular shield.

Ignite.

Ye Mingyu heard a deafening roar in his ears, and fire and thunder danced together in the space.

Through the flames of thunder, he saw the ring on Satan's hand.

That's an artifact, guess.

The Dwarven Clan's Divine Ring, forged with the Dragon Emperor's Flame and the Heart of the Fire God, can resist most of the ninth-order spells with only the attached defensive enchantment.

I didn't get my hands on this thing thousands of years ago!

Gan!

Tyrant players!

Satan's figure suddenly vanished.

The strong wind was howling in his ears, Ye Mingyu hurriedly staggered, and the demon king's scythe slammed into the previous foothold.

Qiang –

It collides with the barrier built by the sigil, making a sound like metal colliding.

The blade is bounced off by the enchantment, and then it sweeps.

Ye Mingyu caught a glimpse of Satan's figure with his peripheral vision, and did not pick out the flaws in his position, so he had to continue to be in a passive state.

The scythe grazed his robes, nearly slicing into his guts.

It was so close that Ye Mingyu could even hear the cries of the souls in the Demon Scythe—these were the enemies of the Demon King, their souls imprisoned in the depths of the weapons.

But Ye Mingyu also found out.

When the scythe struck just now, Satan hesitated for a moment.

You don't want to die.

There is no pointless life-and-death struggle, just an empty and ruthless fight.

After estimating this, Ye Mingyu also changed his mind.

This battle is no longer a battle to the death, but a simple temptation.

He spun his staff and stabbed it into the ground, the body of which held the scythe's blade against the handle, and Satan's successive attacks were interrupted, and there was no time to retract his strength.

Ye Mingyu's face flashed.

A burst of a single spell stored in a staff beforehand.

The pale gray aurora is only the thickness of a little finger, but it seems to contain the cold of the underworld.

[Finger of Death].

A few months ago, a guy named Lich used this spell to attack Yayezi, but failed to break through the Earthly Python's defenses.

At this moment, it was made by Ye Mingyu, but it gave people the feeling that it was very different.

There is no way, people cannot be generalized.

This kind of judgment spell, even the artifact shield cannot be blocked, it can only be weakened.

Satan had to guard against it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Mingyu's hand pressed on her back.

Eighth Order: [Spatial Perception Confusion]

This negative buff is more targeted than just [perceptual confusion], but it also narrows the scope of the audience, and few people learn it specifically.

That is, Ye Mingyu will be bored and master this specialty.

One hit and hit.

Ye Mingyu dodged Satan's attack range, and with a wave of his hand, the staff flew back into his hand.

Satan turned around in shame and stared at him fiercely:

"Perverted!"

Ye Mingyu shrugged.

Well, there is no particular reason.

It's just that when I just pressed her back, I accidentally opened the button of my bra.

"Don't blame me, I thought you were wearing a front button, after all, you used to have this kind of thing in your closet." Ye Mingyu is righteous and righteous.

Well, he actually did it on purpose.

For a gentleman, there are only two kinds of fighting, the yin and the rogue.

The so-called martial virtue, only the brave will think about it, anyway, just win.

Uh, I seem to be half a brave man?

Forget it, that's not the point.

In short, if you do this, it will not only interfere with the Demon King's psychological state, but also interrupt her pursuit.

Kill two birds with one stone! Wonderful!

Ye Mingyu was very satisfied with the inspiration he had just made.

"Goodbye." He smiled brightly and waved his hand.

"Don't go!"

The girl demon king gritted his teeth.

However, the spatial perception fell into chaos, and no one present could intercept Ye Mingyu's displacement spell.

After a moment.

All that was left in the parking lot was rune paper rolled in the wind, and Satan stared hatefully ahead.

There was nothing there.

It took a long time for her to recover.

His eyes were a little glazed, and he looked up at the zenith of the underground parking lot.

There was no whimpering.

It's just two lines of tears that suddenly flowed.

Fifteen million years ago, the scars left by the holy sword were faintly aching in the heart.

"Your Excellency, ......," the servant stepped forward, hesitantly.

Satan looked at him viciously, staring at his servants.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to be crying, so he immediately wiped away his tears, stomped his feet, and said angrily:

"Look at what! Auntie here, can't you? ”

......

Because the great aunt is crying.....

People can't, at least shouldn't.

When Ye Mingyu returned handsomely with a set of combos, he was immediately stopped by the saint at the entrance:

"What's the matter with your clothes?"

"Uh, got caught in the nail and scratched it."

Ye Mingyu looked a little embarrassed at the moment, after all, the Demon King was not an ordinary opponent, even if he added four layers of shields before the battle, he was still broken by a knife.

The scythe's blade tore a gaping hole in the right side of the robe.

"Scraped by a nail? What a mistake. The saint said suspiciously.

Ye Mingyu knew that this lie was untenable.

But the so-called man is a strange creature who knows that he will die, but he is still dying.

"The nail was very thick, I've never seen a nail that thick." He babbled gibberish with composure.

The tone was as firm as possible, and the pace of speech slowed slightly.

Even if you can't fool others, at least deceive yourself through autosuggestion first.

"Oh?" The saint elongated her tone.

She narrowed her eyes suddenly.

Throw herself into Ye Mingyu's arms like a little fox.

Sniff ~ sniff ~

The holy woman raised her head, looked up at Ye Mingyu's face, and seriously debunked:

"A woman's perfume is actually a narcissus lily."

"This ...... So what? ”

"The narcissus lily symbolizes the joy of reunion, indicating that she is looking forward to a reunion after breaking the mirror."

"It's so meaningful, and... Grow knowledge again! ”

Ye Mingyu glanced around, trying in vain to hide from the sky and the sea.

I never thought that Satan would hide this trick.

Obviously I'm going to fight, why is it like a tryst?

But the saint's gaze is like a photocopier, always scanning Ye Mingyu, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

The pressure has increased dramatically!

"I admit defeat, I confess!"

Ye Mingyu was forced to raise his hands and make a gesture of surrender, "Actually, the truth is this, I... I just went to the young headmistress's boudoir, and she has this perfume on her......"

"Man, when you speak, please look into the eyes of this seat." The Holy Maiden interrupted faintly.

"Ahem."

Ye Mingyu raised his eyes helplessly, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

After a while, he said:

"Demon King Satan, I met with her."

If it was possible, Ye Mingyu really didn't want the saint to get involved in this right and wrong.

Because only with Satan have you ever been.

Only then did I know what a terrifying opponent she was.