Because Taylor is already Aflo's last hole card!

From the beginning of the Battle of Joyce, Afro's hole cards were revealed one after another, but he was still not worried, because no matter how long the Alliance's intelligence network was, it could not reach the inside of the saber.

And Taylor is the trump card in his hole cards.

The organization, known as the Sabre but part of the royal family of Delisman, was the last of Alflo's reliance and his most powerful force on Joyce.

This is a terrifying man who has traveled across the universe, and the underground world knows its prestige, and has slaughtered living beings, staining the planet with a layer of bright red blood.

This man named Taylor is bloody and ruthless, knows how to fight war, and knows how to kill people.

So Aflora invited him to Joyce Star and made him the final trump card in this battle.

However, the moment he opened this trump card, he was shocked to find that the other party also had a trump card.

What made him feel most angry and desperate was that this trump card was just an ordinary and well-known guy before.

Is it growth? Or camouflage? For the first time, Afro felt that after exhausting the heavens and the earth, he was so powerless.

No matter how strong you are, you can't count the strength of the other party, and you can't calculate that the other party can be equal to the strength of Afro, and it is difficult to separate.

But he had no cards left in his hand, and in order to contain Calais, he let the south attack again at any cost, even though the opposing side had a king sitting there.

He was still pinning his hopes on Calais to get out of Kanler because of the war in the south, and although this was obviously impossible, Afro still had to struggle.

Suddenly, Afro smiled, and his expression was no longer depressed, and suddenly brightened.

"It seems that Taylor is not facing a king, it should be our luck."

At this time, Aphro suddenly found that he had forgotten a king, this existence outside of his cognition, and the existence that he could fight.

Who says warriors can't change war?

What does Afro know about the situation when a warrior as a strategic force is under the control of the chess player.

"Perhaps, that's how the battle situation on Joyce is..."

At this moment, the already old Afro began to become shaky, and his hands on crutches began to tremble, his face was no longer ruddy, dry as wood, and his face was bloodless.

At this time, he finally clearly felt that his life was coming to an end, and the person who plucked the strings of his life was Su Wen.

"Hehe, but I'd still like to see you win, Taylor..."

His eyes drooped slightly, and Afro seemed to use all his strength to watch the battle between the two, making him tired.

But perhaps he had done too many evils, and even Heaven could not follow his wishes, and the long duration of the battle between the two was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

As the sun rose into the scorching sky, and then the sunset at this time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon on Joyce's star, and the fierce battle between the two had lasted for a full six hours.

No one knows how they came here, and the war seems to have stopped, and everyone is feeling the raging power on the horizon, and it has not stopped until now.

Even the two of them don't remember, how many rounds have passed since the battle between the lightning and flint, and at this time they are still crazy to the extreme, just wanting to take each other's lives.

It's a bloody battle!

At this time, Taylor was already red, burning the skinless red muscles under the violently beating flames, even his scalp dissipated, and the whole person was like a fire demon born, releasing a huge amount of heat in the air, melting everything around him.

And Calais has also become pale gold, his strength has long been tired, everything is supported by the faith essence given to him by Su Wen, supporting himself not to fall, supporting himself to face the terrifying Taylor.

But even if the power of faith fills his body, and the endless source of life that he possesses, he still can't defeat Taylor, and he can't even consume the other party.

At first, Calais's mood was not so heavy, the improvement of his martial body, the breakthrough of Tianxing brought him infinite self-confidence, and the burning fighting spirit in the face of strong enemies also made Calais confident.

But as time went on, this guy named Taylor became stronger and stronger, braver and more terrifying!

This fiery man like a fire demon looks even more infiltrating in the gradually dimming night sky, and his dancing body is also like a demon king crawling out of hell, about to destroy the world.

At this time, the entire Kanler had turned into a sea of fire, burning not the azure flames caused by the mechanical energy, but the blazing red flames of Taylor!

Transformed into a fire demon, he seemed to be refining the whole of the city into a furnace, not only to devour himself, but also to devour all the living beings in the city!

"You'll fall, but I'll never burn out!"

The blazing flames rose again, swept towards Calais like a wave, threatening to engulf it and refine it into nothingness.

However, everyone has seen this scene countless times!

Whenever the tide sweeps, the Eight Desolation Visions will surely come, and the eight void worlds will emerge, and the energy of destruction will surge, and the blazing wave will be pierced!

But when Calais wielded the power of the Eight Desolations again, he could not penetrate the fire demon in the slightest, and could only knock him out like a ball, let it roll through the city, and then bounce up vigorously, and the place where he flew was naturally covered in flames.

This man who does not have a joint life chapter seems to have endless power, which makes Calais secretly frightened.

No one can help anyone!

Each blow was an all-out blow, but each blow could not help the opponent, and the battle continued to be stalemate.

But at this time, Calais could also feel that he was already at the end of the crossbow.

The blood stains have spread all over his body, the boiling blood has gradually wilted, and the wounds have begun to be scorched black by the blazing heat, and Calais at this time is like a ragdoll torn by scissors, and has come to the end of his life.

The cup of life was empty, the essence of faith was depleted, everything made it difficult for Calais to hold on.

"Can't go on with it, last stand!"

At this time, Calais also knew that instead of dying slowly, it was better to burn out his last life and give the other party the most brilliant blow!

"Eight Desolations !!!"

Recklessly, it began to burn, and the originally depleted beings began to wrap themselves in white flames, which were melting like white wax, but there was a lot of viscous liquid inside, which entered Calais's body.

Calais is also crazy, and at this time even his own cup of life is beginning to burn, and he is already desperate!