Blade of Du Kekao.

It doesn't have the pomp of the Noxian aristocracy that likes to be inlaid with extravagant jewels, nor has it been deliberately embellished by a powerful person for the sake of status.

It was just an ordinary dagger, a handful of gauze rolled up, placed in the weapons shop, destined to be only buried in the corner of the iron ash dagger, it was not sharp, and even because of the erosion of time, the blade became rusty and dull.

The dagger almost the length of the palm of the hand has a dark blood groove, and the only thing that catches the eye is the word 'Du' engraved on the handle of the dagger.

The word 'Du' in the rigor and lightness can be seen in the mood of the person who engraved it at that time, the remembrance, and his mature and steady character, this dagger, the blade has never shown him to others, not even the general's two daughters, Katerina and Miss Cassiopeia.

Because it is hidden in Tyrone's heart, the Blade of Du Kekao, has become one with Tyrone!

"Click!"

Bingying's left knee was pressed against the leg bone of the blade eagle, and the power that erupted from the knee of the black-clothed young man was merciless, directly crushing the calf bone of Tyrone's left leg!

He listened to the man's crushing bones coming from his body, staring at the man's face cruelly, believing that his torture would bring him to his knees, and if he kept showing this piercing smile again, he was not sure that he would not take off his head out of anger.

At this moment, an alternative color emerged in Bingying's fierce black pupils, and he saw the man retract his calm and elegant smile, he put his finger on the man's snort, paused for a moment, and was sure that he was not so painful that he became silent, and he laughed hideously.

"Mortals, are you finally willing to throw in the towel? Hahaha! But do you think you'll let you go if you give in, and I'll let you go? No, you are wrong, as punishment for your contempt for God, I will torture you until all your bones are crushed to slag, and I will pick your brain with a dagger, and I will wring your brain, and the pain will accompany you and tear your soul all the time! ”

"Oh......"

Bingying didn't expect that the man who looked like he was about to die could still respond to his words, and what made him even more angry was that what responded to him was such a contemptuous and unscrupulous greeting.

"Click......"

The forest continued to pierce the creepy cracking sound, and Bingying's eyes tore open the chest of Tyrone, the shadow of the blade, with a hideous look! He saw bloody flesh and shapeless bones, and when he raised his hand, he pulled up two bloody ribs, and Tyrone's painful body shook suddenly, and blood burst out of his teeth.

"You, it's time to stop in moderation."

Bingying's frantic actions quieted down, he was still holding the man's bones in his hand, he stared at the man in surprise, and a look of horror gradually surged in his absolutely confident eyes.

How is this possible?!

How could anyone else but himself endure such inhuman torture!

"Damn!"

The ribs in the hands of the young man in black disappeared in the blink of an eye!

In a burst of clicking sound, there was a hysterical piercing scream, for a time the dense forest trembled, the wind surged blood, many birds perched on dozens of feet high, their eyes were white and died in the nest, and some of the unhelpful people directly exploded into blood mist, which was miserable.

"It's another gutter... Corpses......" Blade said with a scornful smile.

The proud Chilling Owl Beast Bingying, his ten fingers were tightly clasped, condensed into fists, and the unimaginable terrifying magic power struggled out in the gap between his fists, and those pitch-black magic powers gradually enveloped his entire body, like a dark black raincoat, he stood in the endless darkness, as if he had annihilated all the nothingness of the world.

He Bingying, who has tortured countless repeat offenders for his father, has never failed in the truth, so he has naturally become accustomed to those despicable human beings who pretend to be strong, but in fact cry for their father and mother after a little bit of hardship, he prides himself on being a god and despises all beings, how can he tolerate a weak mortal looking down on him!

Tyrone's face was as white as frost because of excessive blood loss, his mind was vague, and he quietly experienced the magic power of Bingying's burst, that magic was terrifying, and he didn't even have the mood to resist, but he didn't have the emotion of fear in his heart, and he was never afraid of death.

'Teacher, for five years, I have been looking for traces of you with your dagger, Teacher, today I Tyrone broke my oath, but I swear again, as long as I live today, I will, I will definitely find you!' ’

Melting into darkness, Bingying raised his fist, which contained death intent and hatred, which was more terrifying than undead magic, and said coldly: "You can die." ”

A person who was declared dead by Bingying would never live in this world for more than a second.

So Bingying raised his hand, the shadow of the blade Tyrone's eyes darkened, and in an instant, it was swallowed by darkness, and the boundless horror of death covered the man, and the despair of tormenting people continued to spread, looking at it, the black eagle who seemed to be struggling with rage in the monstrous magic, and the appearance of many people, those black eagles swept down from the sky, and ate people one by one, and in a moment, the trunks of the eighth pole of the Eight Poles of the Eight Poles were all rotten!

Bingying of the Cold Court Owl Beast stepped on the swamp-like Baji Mountain, his heart jumped violently, he hung down his palm angrily, feeling that it was too cheap for him to let the Ten Thousand Eagle Ghasts peck at the man, he refused to leave, just stared at the dark world that was raging and terrifying.

After standing for a while, thinking that the man died tragically in his own hands after all, and dealing with a weak mortal, as a human god, isn't it too stingy?

Bingying shook his head, so he tried to restrain the anger that burst in his heart, and with a pitying face, he said mockingly: "Trash, I should have sent you to heaven a long time ago." ”

The young man in black decided not to stay any longer, he turned around and said to himself: "I don't know how they are playing, but now in the past, can they still get a piece of the soup?" ”

"Huh?" Bingying frowned inexplicably.

"Flicker, flicker, flicker......"

Like the sound of breathing directly from the lobes of the lungs, in the heavy breath, but with an unusually strong life force, Bingying pricked up his ears, and suddenly, his unhappy face tore out a hideous brilliance, and he laughed cruelly.

"So you're not dead?"

He saw that he had cast the dark magic technique of the Ten Thousand Eagle Purgatory, and he had become small for no reason, to be precise, he was contracted and dispersed by some force, and Bingying stared at the darkness that seemed to be like a puff in his heart, but gradually gathered, and the anger in his heart surged out again!

How can an eleventh-order waste have the ability to break through his own Ten Thousand Eagle Purgatory?

He was surprised, surprised, and even angry: "Garbage thing, do you want to enjoy real pain like this? ”

Bingying's right palm curled up, his angry fist clenched the dagger of the eagle's pecking arc, he stared at the figure that gradually appeared in the darkness, the dagger bent sideways, and in the next moment, Bingying suddenly disappeared!

All the methods that the Coldcourt Owl Beast has learned are in the service of killing.

Aside from torturing and destroying the will of their enemies, they will not waste any lethal killing opportunities.

Therefore, the moment of Bingying's sudden flash, perhaps a thousandth of a second, the sharp and bloodthirsty eagle pecking dagger quietly cut through the darkness, and he disappeared into the last darkness, intoxicated by their rotten and desperate magic, and the eagle's pecking accurately locked the heart of the figure.

As the assassin of the Cold Court Owl Beast, Bingying, his speed was the top among the five, and the body method revealed in an instant was slightly surprised when he was seen by the Wind Sword Hao Yasuo.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

For some reason, three violent explosions suddenly sounded in the dead and silent forest, and I saw that Yajiyue started from the eighth section of the tree trunk, and an unfathomable figure hole appeared, and the dark figure pressed through the one-zhang thick tree trunk, falling as fast as a meteor, constantly shuttling.

The terrifying falling force actually shuttled through the eight sections of tree trunks! The entire Yajidake trembled as the impact made the entire Yajiyue tremble, and when the figure pressed over the last section of the tree trunk, all his bodies were buried in the earth, and countless branches fell from the sky, hard as a stone, and then smashed his body.

smashed Bingying to spit blood from his mouth, and he was in pain!

"Mortal?"

On the trunk of the eighth pole, how can there be the slightest smell of rotting and dying?

His magic skill, Ten Thousand Eagle Purgatory, was completely torn by a majestic shadow, his body was nothing, he couldn't really see it from the trunk of the eighth pole, he was just doing one action from beginning to end, that is—spinning.

The fingers of nothingness stirred the whirlpool of terrifying magic skills, like playing with some kind of indiscriminate toy, and his spinning wind was light, and the fierce black eagle was scattered in panic, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

You must know that this magic skill is powerful enough to kill the twelfth-order magic master!

"Flicker!"

The last darkness was sucked into the fingers of the majestic figure, and if you gazed at him with all your heart, you might be able to tell from his tall figure and black beard that he was a man of near middle age.

"If we are mortals, how can you, as a god, be hurt?"

The voice spit out from the figure had the smell of emptiness, as if it did not exist in a parallel time and space, but from another world, but, judging from his increasingly trembling beard, the man was uncontrollable anger!

"Stinky boy, dare to hurt the old man and apprentice, I see you, it's really, I'm impatient!"

"Whoosh!"

A seemingly fragile branch suddenly slammed into the ground, and it was directed at Bingying, who had collapsed in the deep pit and was struggling.

In normal times, it would be impossible for that branch to even damage his hair, but at this moment, the flexible branch actually stabbed into Bingying's lower abdomen, stabbing him with blood in his mouth, and his eyes were almost popping out of his socket!

Bingying, the Owl of the Cold Garden, was horrified in his heart!

That power......

A force that makes people completely hopeless.

What is he? Who the hell is he!

Bingying is not a stupid person, he knows very well what kind of thing to do when facing what kind of opponent, but before this sudden and surpassing crushing absolute magic, he except for crawling and trembling, even his brain was short-circuited!

"If you don't want to die, remember the old man's name, my name is Du Kekao!"

(End of chapter)