Lived!

As he heard the hoarse "ancestor" of the kneeling old man, this bloody man outlined with his life was moving!

The dark night suddenly sensed that the infinite wild and wild breath filled the heavens and the earth, took a deep breath, suppressed the endless sense of anxiety in his heart, and stared forward fiercely.

The blood man is not big, only one meter three or four tall, but it is terrifying and abnormal, and the aura emitted makes the night unprecedentedly uncomfortable.

That kind of aura is different from the ferocity of the demonic beast, it is also different from the profundity of the powerful and powerful, and it is also different from the weirdness and evil of heresy, but it is a kind of majestic decay.

He didn't know where he came from such a contradictory description, but it was this feeling that made him restless.

I was sure that this was not a summoning spell, but a person, a bloody man, that the old man had depicted with his own blood.

One meter three or four, but it can stand up to the sky!

Like a warrior fighting the heavens and the earth, time has corrupted his body, but it can't extinguish his world-shaking consciousness.

"There are not many moths, and they have stubble. ”

The breathing was a little short in the night, and he muttered to himself.

The indigenous old man on the high platform didn't get up when he knelt on the ground, and he wasn't sure what the old man was like in the dark night, but looking at an illusory silver spear that appeared in the bloody man's hand at some point and the terrifying fierce light that stared at him, he knew that today was definitely a game of death and death!

“₤！”

An eternal desolate roar, like the low roar of a demonic beast, a word that the night can understand.

Abyssal Demon Language, meaning "war".

The illusory silver spear in his hand, suddenly the stars were shining, and the light was a little dazzling, and with the flickering of this light, the earth was trembling, and there seemed to be a faint wailing sound in the sky, like crying and complaining.

The sound was fast from far and near, and the fast night could already see the distorted figures in the surrounding sky.

Not only are these distorted figures appearing around, but the earth is also popping up with this kind of thing, and looking at this darkening world at night, an unprecedented sense of solemnity hits my heart.

It's a revenant!

There was a creature that actually showed off its skills in front of him, and it was a hundred times stronger than what he played in the night!

This is not a revenant soul from the abyss of hell, but a soul wandering in this world, how much skill does it take to pull it over?

He used to catch them one by one, and if he had this kind of means, he would be able to walk sideways on the West France continent!

The wails continued, and the heavens and the earth became darker and darker, but the silver spear became brighter and brighter.

The blood-colored figure half-crouched and stomped on his feet, jumping directly into the sky, and the bright silver war spear in his hand was even more spear-studded, pointing directly at the soul of the Holy Spirit that was like a god-man.

The powerful light spell seemed to be too long, and the bloody man depicted by Kazuki was already shaking the sky with a spear in hand, and the chanting of the Holy Spirit Soul was not finished yet.

The night was anxious in his heart, where did the consciousness of the soul of the Holy Spirit come from, it had been completely erased by Blackbeard, everything was just an order given to him, and the instinctive reaction of the soul of the Holy Spirit was just a reaction.

Not to mention this kind of knowingly dodging, the powerful light spell chanted in Chrysostom can only rely on its instinct when it is used for distraction.

If it weren't for the fact that a necromancer like him was too curious and studied his extremely opposing profession carefully, this kind of powerful intermediate rank would not be able to exert three points of strength in his hands, and it would be very good to fight with that old man like this.

At the beginning, Blackbeard left him such a thing, firstly, to show off his means, and secondly, to let him stay at night to save his life, not at all to let him fight for his life.

All the souls of the Holy Spirit, which rely on the instinctive latent conscious reaction, are sluggish in front of the spears of the bloody people!

The sluggish night heart is about to break.

The mouth was still chanting rapidly, and the face of the Holy Spirit Soul was expressionless, and in front of the bloody man's silver war spear, there was not even a little twitch.

Spear to!

Ring Crush!

That is, in an instant, the rapid chanting of the Holy Spirit Soul Chrysostom came to an abrupt end, followed by a bang!

At this sound, the distorted darkness in the sky was paused, and it was not only the soul wandering in heaven and earth, but also the war spear that was close to it.

A pole flash!

The golden hand of the Holy Spirit Soul gently stroked the war spear in front of him, like a thousand catties of four or two techniques, directly dodging a nirvana, and then a crisp word that shook the sky.

"Holy righteousness!"

Where in the sky are the slightest stars, and they have been completely drunk by this voice as bright as day.

It was an endless condensation of light elements, obscuring the stars and moon, and illuminating the earth!

"What is clean is the punishment!"

Crisp and loud!

The loudness is not only the voice of the oriole, but also the bright sky.

There was a rumbling in the sky, followed by a bolt of lightning that tore through the day, and the white lightning could not keep up with the night.

"Roar!!

The night looked down the sky, and a roar of pain came directly from the high platform.

The brilliant silver war spear had been completely broken in half in the bloody man's hand, and the blood light surging all over his body, and there were bursts of electric light, and his body seemed to have been cut by this light judgment.

"Evil is born of filth!"

The soul of the Holy Spirit said a word, and the golden arm of Qianqian slid down, and then a pure white thunder punishment fell on the earth from high in the sky, splitting the short bloody man.

The light scripture in his mouth kept muttering, and the Dao Bright Thunder Punishment in his hand smashed down the high platform of the earth.

The bloody man roared three times in succession, and the broken war spear in his hand swung towards the wandering souls in the surrounding area, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were clear, and the endless souls were completely sucked by this war spear, leaving only the pure white thunder punishment of the light elements of the riot.

The soul light condensed, and the severed war spear was as intact as ever in the hands of the blood man, and the night had completely understood where this silver war spear came from, this was a low-level undead spell soul war spear-like spell.

But I don't know that it is a few versions higher than the soul war spear, and I never knew that the soul war spear could be used like this, which can be regarded as an eye-opener.

Not only him, but it is estimated that any soul-type necromancer will also sincerely admire the breadth of the spell path when he sees this.

The bloody man looked at the soul of the Holy Spirit with a war spear in his hand, and with a roar, the war spear pointed straight towards the heavens.

The white thunder of light slashed down directly, and the bloody man was covered in lightning, and the bloody man seemed to have eaten pain, his body hit the hem, and he let out a hoarse roar, and the war spear in his hand did not stop, and a shot pierced the golden body god of the soul of the Holy Spirit.

The soul of the Holy Spirit, a hole in the heart of its golden body, visible to the naked eye in the night!

The bloody war spear flew over, and in the blink of an eye, four or five spears were directly pierced, and the soul of the Holy Spirit couldn't dodge, and there were as many as four or five transparent holes in the body.

And the blood man is not much better, the soul of the Holy Spirit hands are like the messengers of light and thunder, ten thousand thunders obey orders, and the blood man receives three bright thunders.

The real fire has been completely launched, and the blood and golden figures are entangled with each other, accompanied by muffled thunder and roars, and the sky is dark.

Looking at the army of the undead who were directly shattered by the aftermath around him, where did he dare to stay here for a moment, even the high platform in the middle had been completely washed into pieces.

Before the civilians on the platform could let out a frightened chirp, they turned to flying ashes.

In the dark, he ran directly away, past the army of the undead, and ran for his life outside the stockade.

It was not only the night that ran, but Yi Lai's eyes were a little stunned, and he didn't know what kind of village he had picked to start.

Relieved, the first thing is to pull the huge army of the undead to withdraw from this battlefield, for the "weak" army of the undead to encounter this kind of battle, if you are in doubt for a moment, the result of waiting is that all of them will turn into ashes.

Even the hair is left!

This is a family background, and it can't be defeated like this.

Panting in the dark night, he climbed the hill and stared at the two "human" figures above the sky.

With such kung fu, the two shadows in the sky have been fighting for many rounds, and the muffled thunder from the high dome explosion has resounded even more, and the tremors between his ears are all hissing, and finally he can't hear the slightest bit of thunder, some are just shining lightning across the sky.

The golden soul body of the Holy Spirit Soul was pierced like a sieve by the bright silver spear, and the bloody body of the bloody man who was slashed by the spring-white light thunder seemed to have a large shade of red, and through his body, he could see the hazy mountains in the distance opposite.

A thunderbolt of light, which was significantly weaker, fell from the sky, hitting the blood.

This time, the bloody man did not ignore this weak three-point thunder tribulation, but raised the war spear in his hand and directly resisted.

Click!

It was as if the tearing sound of a rag rendered the world, and apart from the thunder and roar, a different sound finally appeared in the world.

The sound of a broken spear!

The soul of the Holy Spirit was full of hole-piercing arms, and slowly lifted, as if it weighed a thousand catties, and fell as it fell, and a muffled thunder fell from the sky.

The war spear in the bloody man's hand was broken, and he threw away the "nunchuck" in his hand, and directly raised his virtual arms to stiffen it!

The fast eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the thunder, and it hit the bloody man's arms, this time it was not diluted, but completely annihilated.

Arms, body, and finally a stubborn head!

"Roar~~"

With a whimpering roar of heaven and earth, and even more thunder that shook the sky, this pure white light thunder that had faded a little directly wiped out a blood-colored figure that stood in the heavens and the earth.

The sound of the stubborn head is like the last swan song in this world, and the singing is better like his own elegy!

The thunder struck the ground and exploded a piece of mud, which also marked the complete dissipation of this bloody man in this world.

The dark night looked at the big pit that was knocked out, and the grave was really dug up.

But I just don't know if the bloody man still has bones!