"Boom!"

The bright light blooms in the competition between forces and forces.

It is as if it is a rose of prosperity, blooming willfully on this prosperous ruin.

The huge shock wave, like ripples in the wind, spread out layer by layer.

The surrounding buildings are a flat boat in the storm, with the turbulent waves, ups and downs.

And so, sink.

It turned into thousands of fragments, and even disappeared into powder, and then melted into the wind and rain and disappeared.

The originally prosperous business district, in this way, was completely turned into history in the casual duel between the two.

From the arena to the main street, from the main street to the business district, from the business district to the royal city, this historicization is constantly repeated.

Destruction, destruction.

The brighter it is, the more dangerous it is.

That's how it is with combat, it's like this with humans, it's like this with other things.

When did the battle begin?

Probably, I don't remember anymore.

But one thing is very clear that the guy in front of him, this guy who can't tell whether he can be called human or not, is far from the point where he can end the battle.

On the contrary, the flames that entrenched over his entire figure became more and more arrogant as the battle heated up.

It was a curse from the Realm of Garion, like a poisonous snake, slowly devouring it, as the host's thick martial arts.

From the skin, to the muscles, from the muscles, to the blood, from the blood to the bones, and finally, to the one soul.

The so-called world of Garian is such an existence.

Exist to fight, exist to kill, exist to gain greater power.

No matter how much power you need, it will satisfy you.

Only, you can pay enough price.

"Roar!"

A low roar.

Four flaming figures appeared around Er without warning.

Then, in an instant, get closer.

The blazing air waves and heavy wind pressure made that cold face slightly pale.

Not because of fear, but because of weakness.

In a long and fierce battle, even the great priest, whose main duty is to hunt down and fight, is not enough.

Fight for your life or something, although you can do it, but sure enough, it's not at this time......

There was a scarlet light, shining from those red eyes.

If a drop of blood falls, it falls on the vast rainy night.

The strange power, as if from the blood of ancient times, slowly overflowed, and under the cover of night and wind and rain, it quickly penetrated into the bloodthirsty eagle eyes.

Let the flaming figure stagnate slightly.

However, it was just, only a stagnant.

Shadow, at a faster speed, closer.

Flames, swept by steel.

A hot and solid punch, swinging out hard.

From all directions, towards the face in front of him that I don't know how many men are obsessed with.

The devastating killing intent has no mercy at all.

Sure enough, for a madman who only knows how to fight, is it meaningless?

No, it doesn't count, it's pointless...... After all, there was a momentary gap.

And just such a momentary gap is far from enough.

"Boom la la ......"

A strange sound, resounding in the cacophony of torrential rain.

Countless black wings scattered like night crows.

In the bleak moonlight, a perfect arc swept by.

Immediately, gathered.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

When he looked up, Er Er's face couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile.

Impure bloodline leads to incomplete power, and in the end, it's just a half-existence.

However, even if you are half-hanging, you have the dignity of a half-hanging, and when you are on the battlefield, no excuse can be a reason to retreat.

Shadow, in an instant, swept out.

Between the slight movements of the ten fingers, thousands of silver rays danced.

If the strings, if the blade, if a flamboyant dancer, in this storm, dance.

"Mystery, only shem!"

A clear drink, thousands of brilliance, and condensation.

The silver filaments that were originally distributed in all corners of the entire space quickly retracted at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

The twelve dark shadows that were originally entangled with Hou Wuchi quickly turned into a puff of black smoke, which could penetrate through the thousands of silver rays.

Only the tall figure that burned was left, standing dumbfounded.

The loss of the target obviously made him slightly stunned.

But after being stunned, it was the instinct of fighting.

Light, silently approaching.

It was as if a too cunning Grim Reaper, tiptoeing closer.

So careful, yet so swift.

For fear that one negligence will miss this fresh soul.

Unfortunately, that soul has already been sacrificed.

How can you allow others to plunder the food you have in your mouth?

The flames, rushing in an instant, like a red giant snake, suddenly, burst out of the body that imprisoned it with teeth and claws.

The fiery golden pupils, like the legendary creatures, are majestic.

At that moment, the existence that had been hidden in the cursed armor realm of Garion finally appeared.

When its sacrifice is threatened.

Silk, strands of silk.

Accompanied, brilliant silver.

Suddenly, he was submerged in the flames.

One, two, three......

Countless silver rays, incarnated into countless sharp blades, went straight and straight towards the thick martial arts.

Immediately, it collapsed.

It's like raindrops, slipping quietly.

Thousands of silver threads, before they could touch the half-human and half-demon body, turned into silver teardrops and slipped quietly.

Like a heavy rain, in the dim moonlight, it shimmers with a luxurious luster.

And behind that luster, there is a long, curly hair.

Red-haired and red-eyed, like a red comet, flashed by.

It's like, a floating shadow, inadvertently, swept over thousands of mountains and rivers.

Too, the way, the flaming figure.

The so-called "only flash" does not refer to the tens of millions of silver wires, but the existence of operating silver wires.

With a speed that surpasses the limits of the flesh, it cuts through space and kills with one hit.

Shadow, a slight pause.

In that staggered moment.

Hou Wuchi turned his head incredulously, and the eagle eyes that were originally slightly narrowed instantly glared at the boss.

"Roar!"

A terrible roar.

The red blood, if the Yellow River bursts, collapses for thousands of miles.

The hideous wound, starting from the left collarbone and extending diagonally to the right abdomen.

It was as if the entire chest had been torn apart.

The black rabbit, which was originally gritting its teeth and shouting "Migu" to pounce, was suddenly slightly stunned, staring at the shocking blood pillar like a fountain with a curious expression.

Immediately, as if he felt something, he showed a panic on his face.

However, it was too late.

Flames that were like substance appeared behind the slightly gasping figure without warning.

And then, just like that, straight out.

"Bump!"

There was a muffled sound.

Accompanied by a clear, scarfiing sound of bones shattering.

Er Er turned his head sharply, but when he saw it, it was an arrogant face.

The bloodshot at the corners of the mouth was outlined in the dim light and shadow.

Just like that, all over the body, red bone spurs.

"The Lord?! What are you here to do? ”

There was no answer, only beads of blood, which quickly overflowed from the tip of the bone spur, and immediately gushed.

The huge meridian diagram, accompanied by a clear heartbeat, condensed into a gorgeous figure in an instant.

The same tall, the same bright, red hair and red eyes, just like the flamboyance of the day.

It's just that the only difference is that the original exaggerated lying silkworm eyebrows and copper bell eyes have long been replaced by the peerless lava.

Er Er was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect to see him for a few days, but this "mechanical goddess" who was originally not flattering seemed to be reborn and became vivid.

The dazzling posture and the alluring face are not much better than the deity in front of him.

"The woman who is waiting for her, just stand behind her, and leave the rest to ......"

"Boom!"

A huge shock.

forced the two of them to quickly sweep backwards.

In the blazing flames, a roast suckling pig-like existence flew straight in front of the two of them.

Looking back, what I saw was the shadow of a pig in the sky.

No...... Pig's ears, to be exact...... Youth.

"Stupid brother! Don't patronize and play handsome, give the old lady a good fight! If you dare to die casually, the old lady will dismantle your puppet that sleeps every day! ”

There was an angry shout, but it was a dark-skinned girl who raised her head with a dissatisfied face and scolded the prince in the air.

Behind him, a tall rabbit-eared man casually picked up a pig-eared young man from behind, and then, without looking, threw it into the air.

Thrown at the stream, a flaming figure.

One after the other, row after row, as if endless, tireless.

For a while, the shadow of the pig was all over the sky, flashing the fan-like ears vigorously, and swarming towards Hou Wuchi.

"That...... Second sister, didn't you say last time that you would use it too much......"

The words that wanted to be spoken and the expression of tears and sorrow on his face, if only from the appearance, the pig-eared young man in front of him was no different from the companion flying in the sky.

"yes, that's why I chose you as a puppet template, anyway, all you care about is delicious food, the opposite sex or something, you don't care at all, right?"

Without looking back, the brown-skinned girl slammed a needle on the fat arm of the pig-eared youth.

With a flick of his hand, a drop of blood swirled like this, accompanied by the handful of loess that had been prepared around him.

"The thick soil is the foundation, the blood is the spirit, and the will of the people is my body, go."

With a coquettish shout, a native "bang" sounded, jumped up, and in an instant, he turned into a lively pig-eared youth.

Then, before he could react, a flower in front of him inexplicably flew up.

It was like a cannonball destined to turn into cannon fodder, straight and fearless, rushing towards the blazing flames in the air.

"Bump!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the midst of the blazing flames, there is a blazing battle.

Shiny silver filigree, a majestic black rabbit, a treacherous shadow, a giant puppet, and, overwhelmingly, pig ears.

Dense attacks, as if from heaven's judgment, surged mercilessly towards the figure in the flames.

It seems that he wants to use this overwhelming offensive to completely drag down that tireless body.

The flames, blazing, like a winter plum, bloomed tenaciously and burned in that hellish air current.

A little, a little.

With that body, with that soul, as the fuel of immortality.

The body began to gradually distort, and even the crazy face became more and more terrifying.

On the other hand, there is a stronger horizontal force.

I don't know tiredness, and I don't know life and death.

It is like a mad dog, only after tearing the enemy apart, will lie on the ground dying, lonely and contented.