The dark world is like a ray of light coming through, and it is no longer pure black. But soon the thin light was gone, completely gone, and the world was turning into pure black.

"Yes, she's dead...... Jiang Muyin buried his head in his knees, "I killed her, it's all my fault." ”

I'm afraid that Jiang Muyin, an extremely delicate boy, never thought that deep in his heart, it was so dark, and there might be some light on the next level, but in the deep inner world, it was a hell that the girl named Jiang Ling couldn't enter.

Even the true God Guard Seraphs will not be able to illuminate hell by light and fire alone, but will be devoured until they fall.

"How fragile the human soul is, a little darkness can erode the whole soul."

This somewhat shocking sentence was suddenly read out by him.

……

The two forces collided together, and the two men looked at each other silently, and every step forward was a stored battle intent.

The child looked up to the sky, and then he looked at Xian Mohar coldly, "Do you want to die?" ”

"No, no, I still want to live a long time." Mohar said.

The child was silent for a moment and said, "I'm upset that you made me miss my appointment." ”

"Where are there absolutes in this life, oaths are the most unreliable, how do you know when the person who made the oath with you will die?" Referring to himself as a human being, he speaks standard Mandarin.

The child said, "But the man to whom I promised has not made an oath to me, but a pact of life and death!" ”

With that, he attacked, and the knives in his hands had skyrocketed to four times higher than him. He ran and jumped, and his speed exceeded the limits of several times that of humans, and even Miyamoto was not necessarily faster than him.

The twin knives vibrated out, creating a perfect arc in mid-air, and the effects of the Eternal Night Realm were activated at the same time, blocking all of Slimmohar's senses.

But he wanted to be unaffected, and turned the pair of duckweed crutches with both hands, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally it became like a high-speed windmill!

The huge kinetic energy that cannot be explained by physics is formed in this pair, and it is simply an ultra-small storm with terrifying destructive power.

The storm collides with the twin blades, and the first contact is followed by the second round!

He clenched his two knives and pushed forward hard, and in the next moment he let go of the two knives, and in an instant, he approached in front of Slim Mohar, and rushed into his arms, the metal molecules were condensing extremely quickly, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the sharp knife pierced into Slim Mohar's chest.

The rotation of the duckweed crutch was forced to stop, and Slim Mohar spurted a mouthful of blood and turned the direction of the duckweed crutch, hitting him hard with the severed end.

The sticks swirled and approached, but they couldn't pierce the strange armor on his body, and could only spin at high speed to make futile drills.

He let go of the grip of the sharp knife and teleported directly above Slimmohar in the blink of an eye, and a pitch-black death scythe appeared in his hand, the head of which was a pure dark power, corroding more than a black hole!

Dark Sanction: Death Reap!

Silver-white chains came from all directions, binding the limbs of Slim Mohar, and the chains were straightened, and the duckweed crutches were about to fall.

The Reaper's scythe hung over Slimmahar's skull, and it only took an inch closer to harvest his life.

Xeno: Rhapsody Body!

Slim Mohar unleashed his own spirit, and the Grim Reaper's scythe passed through only the phantom, and the true body was out of the attack range of the Grim Reaper's harvest.

He danced duckweed crutches with both hands, the purple in his pupils became more and more magnificent, and his rhapsodic body frantically copied his figure, and there were more and more old men dancing on crutches.

Although the darkness deprived him of his senses, in his hundreds of years of combat experience, such a thing was not unexperienced, and if he would be defeated because he was deprived of his senses, then he would not become the most honorable prince.

He narrowed his eyes, and the scythe of death snapped inch by inch, returning to nothingness.

With his arms open, he began the sacred chanting again, his arms gradually closed, and two long knives of normal size appeared in his hands, and the flames of alchemy were still burning on them.

Not just these two, but more and more long knives were tempered, and he kept them in mid-air, rotating around him, each with a different system.

There are slender craft knives, giant knives with wide backs, machetes with serrated blades, and scimitars with amazing arcs, and there are hundreds of knives in this world.

He looked indifferently at the many Slim Mohars, and the effect of the Rhapsodic Body was not just a copy of himself, but a pure copy of himself, giving life to the clones and making them exactly like himself.

Feeling a great crisis, the Xenomorph was released again, this time by the sound of rhapsody, and the realm of Xenomorph expanded again, and strange voices that could not be recognized filled the realm. He gave orders to this field, it was killing.

Anyone who falls into this realm will be controlled by the voice here, Slim Mohar controls the emotions in the voice, the attack of the sound of rhapsody is to the depths of the soul, and when this realm expands to the maximum, he is the god of the battlefield.

But it didn't do anything to him, and he reached out and took the most slender craft sword from mid-air and raised it up to Slimmohar.

As if it were an order, all the swords struck at this moment, like the stars falling from the sky, and the unsheathed swords struck all the Mohars with arc light, like the falling lines of a meteorite.

And he walked forward step by step with the knife, the tip of the knife slashed against the ground, splashing a little spark,

He suddenly stopped, the knife in his hand cut a semicircle, and Slimmohar appeared, with deep blood marks on his chest. And he disappeared in an instant, and the knife turned into nothingness in extreme speed, after all, it was only a crude refining process.

Suddenly, he was half-kneeling, and a knife was plunged into the knee of his left leg, destroying the soft tissue there in an instant, and the blade pierced his knee and plunged deep into the ground.

Xenomorph's third release, the realm of rhapsody!

The third release came to an abrupt end.

Slim Mohar fell to his knees completely, the wide chopping knife pierced his chest, the curved arc knife passed through his other leg, and another slender knife appeared behind Slim Mohar, and he appeared at this moment, sending the knife into Slim Mohar's spine, and the spine broke inch by inch.

Slim Mohar looked up, his purple eyes looking at him calmly, and he saw no fear of death in them, only calm.

Either he still has a hand, or he is no longer afraid of death.

He took another knife from the air, took a few steps back, and commanded all the knives with the knife in his hand, and hundreds of long knives were aimed at the Mohar at the same time.

He took one last look at the old man, then waved his sword and ordered, all the knives piercing through the Mohar at the same time.

This noble demon prince had great achievements in battle during his lifetime, but he was so miserable when he died, and he couldn't even leave his body.