The next moment Bowen. All the smoke around Wilt formed a dense array of swords and blades in an instant.... As a last resort, he had no choice but to swing the spear with all his strength again, protecting his whole body.

But even so, in the face of such a dense attack, the bone armor on his body gradually showed deep scratches, and in the next second, a large number of bone spurs appeared from the bone armor of his whole body in an instant, and then he turned his whole body, and soon a high-speed rotating bone blade storm appeared in the vast sea of smoke and mist.

This storm, while fighting fiercely with the sword forest and sword sea in all directions, with the help of a strong centrifugal force, drilled down at high speed, it was obvious that he wanted to force out of this area.

But how could Smoker let him get his wish, the victory and defeat of this battle, victory and defeat, life and death, but he gambled here, thinking of this, he can condense the edge of this sea of smoke into a wall, and all of them are "steel and iron walls"!

At the same time, Bowen. Wilt, however, felt that as time passed, it became more and more difficult, and he finally realized at this moment that the most disgusting thing in this area was not the constant stabbing blades, but the ubiquitous and seemingly threatening ethereal clouds of smoke!

The smoke was constantly adding to his resistance, constantly trying to slow him down, and now he could clearly feel the rapid loss of energy, although he didn't seem to be affected much.

Now Bowen. Wilt was faced with two choices, one was to stop spinning immediately in order to conserve his strength, and the other was to gamble everything and try to get out of this sea of fog.

"Get out!"

He knew that if he didn't get out of here, even if he retained some physical strength, he would be dragged here alive.

But Bowen. Wilt forgot that it wasn't just him who was consuming physical strength, but Smoker, who maintained this sea of fog and the sword forest, was actually constantly consuming physical strength every minute and every second.

It's just that he has enough cigars made from "cigar roots" on his body, and he can always recover his strength by absorbing the smoke from them, so it seems that there is no effect for the time being.

If Bowen. Wilt had mastered the power of "seeing and hearing domineering" at this time, so he might be able to easily perceive that somewhere in the smoke, a faint, human-shaped white cigarette holder was swallowing five lit cigars in his mouth.

On the other side, the Bone Blade Storm, which was still spinning at high speed, had officially bottomed out, and was drilling into the white wall that had turned into steel plates with all its might, and the sparks that rubbed out from its center became the only light in this area.

At the same time, the piercing noise also rippled through the sea of fog in the night sky, and the "bone guards" who had been bound by the "Heavenly Lock" unconsciously stopped struggling, and fell from the air as if they had lost control.

The same is true of the Heavenly Locks, which lost their spirituality and soon gradually turned into wisps of white smoke, and finally melted into a huge white coffin high in the sky. Wilt has no intention of controlling them.

"Quick, quick, get out!"

Bowen. Wilt stared at the white wall that was gradually dented by himself, and gradually became excited, he saw hope, saw the dawn, and unconsciously shouted in his heart.

But as time progressed, the hope in his eyes slowly dimmed, and the dawn in his heart slowly began to disappear, replaced by the same look, the same emotion, and a feeling called "despair".

Because he found that it seemed that he had been drilling for a long time, but he couldn't break through this sea of smoke, and everything around him was still so white, he couldn't see any other color, and there was no change.

How so? How so! This situation, as if space and time were stagnant together, made Bowen. Wilt's mentality began to crumble.

But if you look at it from the outside, you can clearly see that the position of the "white coffin" is indeed moving slowly downward, but the smoke above will continue to float down to replenish the steel wall that is about to be drilled down.

Smoker used this method of tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall to Bowen. Wilt had the illusion of "never ending" that he was waiting, waiting for Bowen. Wilt couldn't hold on and stopped the storm!

Because once the other party stops, it is his time of death, of course, if he gets out, then his exit will not be good, and now he no longer has the physical strength to release such a scale of smoke.

Although the cigar can recover a certain amount of physical strength, it is not a spiritual thing after all, and it is difficult to keep up with such a large-scale consumption, at least it is impossible to have another "roar of the smoke dragon", at most it gives him some mobility ability~

Just as the "white coffin" formed by the smoke was about to fall to the ground, the disturbing noise inside disappeared, yes, so abruptly.

"Drink~drink...."

Bowen. Wilt's whole body was sweating at this time, and his face was dripping with large droplets, and he wanted to breathe, he wanted to take a big breath of fresh air, but in addition to the choking smoke constantly entering his body, there was really little oxygen or something.

I don't know if Smoker was merciful, and the thousands of swords and blades around him stopped attacking, and then turned into smoke again and melted into the surrounding environment, but Bowen. Wilt was not delighted by this.

Because he was now starting to breathe, his eyes were gradually rising with Venus, and his hands and feet were beginning to become weak, and he knew that it was a phenomenon of suffocation.... Coupled with the surrounding environment, regardless of direction, and the white swaying environment that he didn't know where, his emotions began to be irritable, irritable, and his eyes began to become red, but because it was difficult to breathe, he couldn't vent, so he could only hold back, hold back, and hold it again.

"You should feel it....."

At this moment, Smoker's voice came from all directions, like a magic sound, and it broke into Bowen. Wilt's hearing.

"Death Comes ....."

"Go ahead with confidence, I'll take care of the ..... in Morokini"

Hearing this, Bowen, who was about to die. Wilt smiled disdainfully, joke, my Moroccini, do you still need to be taken care of by the Navy? He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, and his vision began to see phantoms, parents, wives, children, friends, and the faces of the king.....

"Bloom, poignant fireworks!"

The next second, it was originally Bowen. The smoke that Wilt inhaled into his body suddenly "condensed" into a large number of sharp blades, and then bloomed with his abdomen as the center, looking from a distance like a begonia bathed in a pool of blood in full bloom....

"Farewell, Morokini heroes!"