Chapter 638 – Dead

Hum! Ye Cheng snorted, and the blood in his left ear gushed out...... Or rather, there is no left ear anymore. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info His left ear was cut off by Michael.

Michael!!! The dragon roars!

Brother Cheng! Elmadie screamed.

Michael, on the other hand, opened his hands in a look of fascination, feeling the pure hatred: the feeling of hatred was wonderful. Then another knife fell, and Ye Cheng's right ear no longer existed. It's just that although Ye Cheng's face is full of sweat brought by pain, his expression is still the same, and his eyes are staring at Michael like a cold wind.

Oh? Or a tough guy?

Poof!

The left arm also flew into the sky!

Brother Cheng! No! No! Elmadi's cries mingled with screams to become an unbearable cry of grief. But a look of determination flashed in her eyes: Michael! Remember what you said!

When Ye Cheng heard this, he subconsciously shouted: Little love! No......

And Elmati almost didn't hesitate, those beautiful eyes looked at Ye Cheng for the last time, but they were full of love. And her body is glowing with colorful light!

Introduce the laws of heaven and earth into the body to cause conflict!

Law Bomb!

Her facial features kept brightening, and then exploded!

Rumble!!

The gray-black air flow was also blasted by such a powerful force of the law, but there was no longer a figure of Elmadi in it.

No!! Ye Cheng screamed, Ye Cheng, who had always been light and light, even if his ears were cut off and his arms were one-armed, he was not moved, but at this moment, there were two tears: Xiao Ai......

Hahaha! Dragon! Did you see that? Michael jumped excitedly, like a child who had successfully played a prank and showed off to his partner: Love? There is no love anymore. How can she love when she's dead? But hatred is eternal. It's like I killed your little girlfriend, and you've been hating me too. Now that I killed that guy's little girlfriend, he'll hate me until ...... Hey?

Michael stopped suddenly, and suddenly turned to look at Ye Cheng.

After Elmadi's death, he no longer used the qi of heaven and earth to restrain Ye Cheng. I saw Ye Cheng standing in the place where Elmati fell just now, and the right arm that still existed grabbed the sky out of thin air, but he couldn't catch anything.

Because of the power of the clash of laws, Elmadi was left with ashes, as if it had never existed.

But Ye Cheng shook his head and looked at Michael: Love is still there, her love is in my heart.

Michael screamed, and another gray-black air stream broke through the wind!

Poof!

The remaining right arm also soared into the sky!

The dragon violently wanted to break through the barrier of the law of Haoran, and roared angrily: Michael! You promised! The two of them will survive!

Michael laughed weirdly: You're crazy! Will you believe my promises? Do you think I look like someone who will keep his promises? It's just that Ye Cheng's complexion is still the same, in comparison, although Ye Cheng looks like a dying person is embarrassed, but Michael is even more angry: Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why!!

Countless gray-black air currents were like overwhelming needle rain, piercing Ye Cheng's body.

But Ye Cheng still looked at Michael with a calm face, like looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

Why don't you hate me!!!! Michael roared angrily, and a gray-black blade hundreds of meters long cut Ye Cheng in half!

Ye Cheng's upper body flew into the sky, and then fell to the ground.

His face was covered with blood, but his eyes were still as calm as water. He spoke slowly: You Dragon.

You Long looked at Ye Cheng, his face full of anger: Ye Cheng! You can rest assured! I'm going to kill this bastard and avenge you!"

Ye Cheng shook his head slowly, although he was very human. But his body was so cut in half, and being able to shake his head was already very powerful: don't hate.

What? You Long was stunned.

Don't hate.

Hatred is Michael's source of strength. The more you hate him, the stronger he becomes. Only a normal heart, only love can defeat him.

Michael sneered: Beat me? Try what you can do!

Rumble!!

The gray-black air flow was like a giant mountain falling from the sky, crushing Ye Cheng into a ball of meat sauce!

No!! The dragon roared violently, and the milky white halo on his body swelled!

The gray-black air currents that had been haunting him seemed to feel something, and spread out in all directions! The dragon instantly flapped its wings, and its body shot at Michael like a cannonball!

Michael seemed to be unconscious, and his face once again showed his outstretched hands in obsession: well...... The smell of hatred is really addictive.

Poof!

The cold flame spear passed through, and Michael and Youlong were close at hand, but they showed a mocking look: The power of that blow, you can't launch it again, right?

Burst!

A right hook hit You Long the cheek, and the whole person flew sideways.

Hum. Michael jerked the Flame Gun out of his chest and tossed it aside like garbage. The next moment, the figure flashed, and it was another punch that appeared in the route where the dragon flew out!

Rumble!

You Long and Ruan Bi'er's bodies trembled violently at the same time, and You Long spurted out blood, and the blood in his mouth was mixed with some dark blood clots. It was a fragment of internal organs. Michael rode on the dragon's body, and every word his fist slammed into the dragon's face! The wings behind him caused by sublimation have long been blown away.

Why don't you think I'm going to destroy the whole world with a soul bomb in the morning?

Left fist down!

Why do you think I keep ordering Shaliyah to rebel against the Terrans and stir up trouble among the Terrans?

Right fist down!

Why don't you think we've been out of the nest for the past four years? If the Protoss does it with all their might, the Terrans can hold it for four years?

Left fist down!

Michael pinched the neck of the dragon, and said with a face as excited as madness: It's because of hatred!

The more you hate, the stronger I become! Only the stronger I get, the more likely I am to win the juggernaut!

Now I've got enough hate! Plus Zeus's body and the law of magnificence! Hahaha! Dominate! I won! Hahahaha!

Michael looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his eyes black as ink to the sky, and roared: Lord! See! Your last hole card is this teenager!? I'm going to destroy him right now!

Behind Michael, the shadows flowed, and the air flow of heaven and earth turned into eight gray-black spears made of air flow of heaven and earth, like the eight clawed feet of a spider!

No! Ruan Bi'er shouted weakly in the void, just because of the concentric ring, Ruan Bi'er at this moment was already only a translucent afterimage, just like a three-dimensional projection with an unclear picture, and trembling at all times, as if it would dissipate in the wind the next moment.

In fact, if it weren't for the concentric ring to disperse the damage, You Long would have been killed alive a long time ago.

Buzz Buzz ......

White light continued to light up from the dragon's body.

The Séance Armor is a powerful piece of armor that, in addition to having the ability to self-generate shields, also has the effect of restoring power and restoring the physical strength of the wearer. It's just that at this moment, under the bombardment of the powerful force after the increase of Michael's law of hatred, this kind of recovery is undoubtedly no different from a drop in the bucket.

…………

In that mysterious little house, Mr.Game has been sitting on that high-tech chair. Even if Michael understood the law of hate, he didn't have any fluctuations. But since Michael took Zeus's body, Mr.Game has already shown disbelief.

Looking at Michael, who was roaring in the sky, Mr.Game's face showed despair for the first time.

This is a complete suppression of strength.

After taking away the body of Zeus, Michael, the law of Haoran plus the law of hatred, such a strong strength is no longer at the level of this world. Even if you put it in thousands of worlds, you can be regarded as a good player. And in this world, it is directly the strength of the gods.

Looking at Michael, there was nothing he could do.

The hand resting on the chair clenched into fists.

Dragon! Xiaoyou Xiaoxi can't care about mr.game's unhappiness, and can't help but shout. They followed the dragon for a while, and they were like friends to the two spirits of the two gods who were like a blank sheet of paper.

Puff puff!

Eight gray-black spears were fiercely thrust into the dragon's chest.

Poof! Blood flowed from Youlong's mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Michael and Youlong looked at each other, but there was confusion on their faces: What are you unwilling to do? Go to hell.

Bang!

The hands that had been tightly pinching Youlong's neck slammed hard, and seeing Youlong's neck twisted at an unreasonable angle, Michael clapped his hands with satisfaction: That's right.

You Long, dead.