"Whoosh" and "whoosh" twice.

The Immortal Paladin and the Void Paladin flickered and stopped in front of Nighthawk.

Nighthawk, who was already annoyed, became even more angry when he saw them, and he grabbed them left and right with a wave of his claws.

This grasp is not an ordinary physical attack, but contains a dark artistic conception, which is many times stronger than the dark artistic conception of the previous Yaksha Emperor.

The undead paladin did not disappear or shatter after being pierced through the heart by this grasp, but shook his body, grabbed the talon of the eagle with one hand, and smashed it into the belly of the nighthawk with a fist with the other.

The Void Paladin didn't make any extra moves, but after the talon pierced into his body, he was firmly confined there, unable to move.

His approach perfectly matched the punch that killed the undead paladin, so that Nighthawk could only stare at the fierce eye and make his greatest defense.

With a "bang", the strong fist smashed into Nighthawk's abdomen with full force.

With an eagle's cry, the nighthawk fanned its wings in anger. With the flapping of their wings, black wind blades flew towards the two paladins from all directions.

At first, the two paladins did not react in any way after being slashed by the black wind blade. But after continuing to suffer for a while, Miao Junfeng, who was the main body, suddenly felt that his spiritual sea shook violently.

After shaking, a powerful attraction formed in the sky above the Divine Sea, causing the Spirit Sea to turn into a column of water and soar into the sky.

"Not good!"

Miao Junfeng bites the tip of his tongue and takes back control of the sea of spirits. Then, with a quick thought, he took back the Killing Immortal Paladin and the Illusory Paladin.

The battle situation that was originally favorable to Miao Junfeng instantly became unfavorable. At this moment, beside Miao Junfeng, only Destruction and Killing Paladins remained.

Two people from your own camp, three people from the enemy camp, plus an emperor spider and a nighthawk. The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"Chirp", Nighthawk liked the feeling very much. He is the king in the dark, and in front of the king, there is only death except surrender.

It is like a black meteor, rushing towards Miao Junfeng from top to bottom without hesitation. In its opinion, Miao Junfeng is already in his mouth, and he is no longer a little threatened.

Miao Junfeng looked up and smiled at it. This smile gave people the feeling that he had given up all resistance and was ready to die under this blow.

"Hey! It's a pity that a talent. Situ Lang took a deep breath and said.

"Lord Wang, I don't blame you for this, he brought it on himself. I believe that he will regret his blind arrogance on the Huangquan Road. ”

As soon as the words of the worshippers fell, the mournful cry of the nighthawk was heard from there. This is not the same ending they expected, and it is also something they have not calculated in a thousand calculations.

Nighthawk did bring damage to Miao Junfeng, but the moment its claws penetrated his body, the Qilin Seal and the Ming King Sword were immediately activated.

The colorful holy light, the golden holy flame, the roar of the divine beast unicorn, and the sword qi of the Ming King Sword, one attack after another, quickly hit the body of the Nighthawk.

Light restrained darkness, divine restrained darkness, and Nighthawk's carelessness, and in an instant, it was hit hard.

With a "bang", its body shrank rapidly, and then, it turned into a black light and quickly returned to Situ Lang's body.

"Interesting, it turns out that he is not as I thought, his cultivation was abolished! It's deliberately luring me into the game, so as to hurt my Shikigami! Miao Junfeng really lives up to his reputation. ”

Situ Lang's evaluation of Miao Junfeng was not hidden, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

However, after hearing his compliment, Miao Junfeng had a rich smile on his face, and there were many meanings contained in it.

"Dark Tides, go!"

Situ Lang, who became serious, no longer looked like an old man, if he didn't have ruthless means, how could he sit on the throne of the Seven Great Princes.

Black ripples formed in the air, and then the black waves began to rush down to the bottom of the palace in a state of substantial tidal fluctuations.

This is not a real wave, but a dark flame born in a dark artistic conception. They have no temperature, only the instinct to devour.

"Come back too! Let me play with him! Miao Junfeng took the last paladin back, ready to put his life on the risk and come to the dark tide for a while.

Miao Junfeng is confident, and he will never lose in the competition of artistic conception, but for the sake of insurance, he must retain a point of residual strength to fight back on the basis of defusing this attack.

"Hey! If you can't hurry up, let this battle after battle become a stepping stone for me to break the seal! ”

As soon as the thought came, the tide of darkness completely drowned him out.

In the dark flames, the five senses no longer have any meaning, and only the sixth sense can still make you feel that you are still alive.

The devouring power in the flame stream is not devouring one's own vitality and strength, but one's own hope and belief.

As a cultivator, if he loses even the desire to seek the Tao and the fearless heart, then he will become an ordinary person, or he will collapse from his current state and become a madman.

Drifting with the waves, Miao Junfeng felt that this dark tide was the same as a certain level assessment in the priest's hall. The only difference is that the dark tides have a stronger sense of substitution, and the power of devouring and seduction is stronger.

"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward! I was going to light the moon with my heart, but I had no choice but to shine on the ditch.

Since no one appreciates me, then I will make a world of myself and let those who look down on me, ridicule me, and look down on me become sinners under my feet. When I say east, they don't dare to go west! ”

A stubbornness from within his bones awakened Miao Junfeng's former beliefs. A faint light bloomed in his heart, and as his faith grew, it became more and more intense.

With a "whoosh", the wonderful wind wrapped in white light slowly rose from the dark tide.

For others, the fatal attack has become a tempering for him to cleanse his heart, purify his heart, and improve himself.

"Lord Wang, you can't let this son grow up any longer. Now we can still control him, and if we take time, I am afraid that we will become his prisoners. ”

"Yes! Lord Wang, what the worshippers said is not wrong, only by killing this son can we never suffer in the future. ”

Situ Lang didn't reply to their words, and looked at Miao Junfeng with a pair of gloomy eyes. In his heart, he admires Miao Junfeng very much, but it's a pity that he is not a person in his camp.

Now the situation has developed to the point that I can't control it, and only by continuing to walk can I know whether the path I have chosen is the right one.

"Dark Vortex, Devour!"

Situ Lang finally raised his hand and made a move, using the strongest move in the dark artistic conception of self-comprehension.

Since the birth of this move, no one has been able to come out of the whirlpool alive. Whether it is a strong man who has been famous for a long time or a dazzling genius, all of them have become nutritional products for this trick.