It can be said that it is terrifying, terrifying, even if the text master Long Xiu loses, no, it should be said that he has forgotten the power of words and the power of civilization, he is still one of the strongest people in the Demon Forbidden World. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Even if he used the power of the Star Dao, which was not very suitable for him, he still created the Path of the End of Decay that hurt the demon gods very much, quite a lot, and he still played an unbeatable record.

In ten minutes, sixteen demon gods were beaten into dead dogs, the Phantom Beast King, the Angel Lord, Odinus, Quetzalcoatl, and Jesus were beaten by the way of the stars, and the power of soul decay was unbearable, and their souls declined, and their combat power was completely lost.

The Demon King, the Devil King, and the Elf King were even more killed on the spot by this terrible power of decay, and the sixteen demon gods became thirteen demon gods.

At this moment, in the face of the super-god text master Long Xiu, the only one with sufficient combat power is the demon god Qilin. The terrifying heavenly fire, the auspicious imperial immunity, the supreme merit, and the long life made the Qilin have a certain resistance when facing the rotten aura of the soul of the writer Long Xiu. Unlike other demon gods, they were brought into decay and end by this terrible decay and end.

Hard, hard, crazy, and crazy, Long Xiu, the writer who finally beat the sixteen demon gods who surrounded him before his soul was completely corrupted, endured the rotten breath from the depths of his soul, endured the end of the instinct, the eternal darkness called annihilation, and forced the last trace of spirit, ready to raise his sword to kill the demon gods who had been beaten down.

Although the power of decay is powerful, the power of the end is terrifying, but the use of this power has to pay a heavy price, the writer Long Xiu does not have the power of creation to neutralize like the junior superman Keynes who has used the power of the end, nor does he have the endless vitality brought by the holy light to nourish the body and soul.

Such a writer Long Xiu, every time he uses the power of the end of decay, the soul that is already quite rotten will get closer to that decay, the fate called the end. It can be said that at this moment, the writer Long Xiu is fighting with his life, with his soul, and fighting with everything he has, and the text master Long Xiu has burst out with a terrifying combat power that makes the demon gods and Zheng Shuanglong also look sideways, which is called the end, the name of decay, and the power of the end of everything.

Textsmith Long Xiu has no time, no time to waste, no time to kill, he must kill the sixteen demon gods, he must break free from the state of battle, so that he can find the opportunity to open the portal called the Gate of the Apocalypse, escape back to the game, hope, desire, thirst, the treatment between the games, can give some treatment to his own decay, to his soul that has fallen into the end.

At least, at least, it will not allow the soul to slide to the end of decay and end.

Desperate is to survive, madness is to survive, in front of your own life, everything is no longer a problem, all problems will not be a problem. Therefore, the text master Long Xiu was ruthless, and the three demon gods of the Demon King, the Devil King, and the Elf King fell, and fell under the corrupt power of the text master Long Xiu, and fell under the silver lightsaber of the text master Long Xiu.

However, this is not the final killing, Long Xiu, the text master who fought hard with the Qilin for more than ten attacks, finally repelled the Qilin, and finally found an opportunity, found the opportunity to kill the Demon God, and slashed the Quetzalcoatl God with a sword, the terrible decay, the power of the end, detonated the decay and the end that were injected into the body of the Quetzalcoatl God before, and the Quetzalcoatl God fell.

The Angel Lord also fell, at the moment when the Quetzalcoatl God completely fell, at the moment when the huge body of the Quetzalcoatl God was turned into ashes by the terrible power of the Decay End, the Angel Lord who was closer did not escape the sword of the decay of the text master Long Xiu, the soul of the Angel Lord, completely ended.

Long Xiu, the writer who successively killed the Quetzalcoatl God and the Angel Lord, was about to kill Odinus with the silver sword of the end in his hand, when he suddenly had an extremely uneasy aura enveloping him, and he turned around, but saw Zheng Shuanglong, who didn't know when he appeared behind him, smiling at him.

The angel lord fell, the Quetzalcoatl God fell, the previous Demon King, the Devil King, and the Elf King also fell, and the five demon gods fell, and this was enough for Zheng Shuanglong.

The demon god can die, but if there are too many deaths, who knows what problems will arise, after all, the demon god is not only the highest combat power in the world, but also the manifestation of the laws of the world, and it is one of the fundamentals that maintains the existence of the demon forbidden world.

The world originally did not welcome the invaders of the other world, if too many demon gods were killed, who knew what degree of backlash and ferocious backlash would be brought by the angry world consciousness.

Fighting against a world on his own, this kind of thing, just think about it, Zheng Shuanglong has no interest. At least, before there is no great benefit and there is an absolute reason, Zheng Shuanglong has no idea of confronting the world.

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong, who suddenly appeared, the rather miserable Qilin, who was bullied by the writer Long Xiu, roared, and said: "Strange, strange, how can this guy of yours be so similar to that guy's breath, MD, strange, are there actually two people with the same breath in the world, or two otherworldly invaders?" ”

As he spoke, Qilin, who sensed the exact same aura as Zheng Shuanglong and the writer Long Xiu, touched his head and thought for a while, and then, Qilin jumped in the void, pointed at Zheng Shuanglong and scolded angrily, and said: "MD, it turned out to be you, the task I assigned at the beginning turned out to be you, and you actually calculated me!?" ”

Although Qilin is a natural demon god, although he is very honest and dishonest, this does not mean that Qilin is a stupid person, that is, a guy who can't use his brain. It's just that there's nothing worth using his brain.

It is impossible for the world to have the same breath in the first place, not to mention that there are only seven otherworldly invaders with two beings with the same breath, which is completely impossible. Obviously, it was calculated, and it was calculated by Zheng Shuanglong, an alien invader who had been using magic circles, traps, prohibitions, and traps to pit himself before.

After thinking slightly, he finally discovered that something was wrong, and found that the calculated Qilin really had the urge to spray Zheng Shuanglong to death with a mouthful of heavenly fire.

However, impulsiveness is impulsive, and Qilin is not stupid, and it is very clear that the sudden appearance of the otherworldly invader in front of him is not something that a demon god can fight against.

After all, the writer Long Xiu, a guy with the same aura as Zheng Shuanglong, broke out and beat more than a dozen demon gods into dead dogs, and the person who can calculate the text master Long Xiu can pit the existence of sixteen demon gods, so naturally it will not be so simple.

Zheng Shuanglong ignored the funny Qilin, smiled faintly at the hideous textsmith Long Xiu, and said in a harmonious voice: "If Your Excellency hands over the cultivation method of the mysterious power of words, then, I guarantee that you can smoothly open the door of the Apocalypse and leave this world, I don't know what Your Excellency will do?" ”

Although the power of the writer is terrifying, Zheng Shuanglong does not have too much desire for the writer. Zheng Shuanglong's basic plate is the way of the stars.

However, this does not mean that Zheng Shuanglong does not need the power of the writer, at the first moment of seeing the power of the writer, at the moment of the first contact with this difficult to resist power, Zheng Shuanglong knew quite clearly that this power, the power called the writer, is quite suitable for Nagato Yuxi, suitable for his own family.

Information operation, the power of words, the power of civilization, how similar this is, how adaptable.

Just like the Star Destroyer armor that is quite suitable for both Lihua and Icarus, Zheng Shuanglong also has a certain recognition and demand for the power of the writer.

It is precisely because of this that Zheng Shuanglong's pit silver monster Tesla and pit writer Long Xiu are not polite at all, and they don't know what politeness is.

Listening to Zheng Shuanglong's rather murderous words, quite incredible words, at least in the eyes of the writer Long Xiu, the word master Long Xiu laughed wildly and said, "Tell me to hand over the power of words?" Tell me to leave this world? Commiseration? Alms? Who do you think you are? Do you think you are God? Why do you think you've got me? It's ridiculous, I'm going to destroy you right away, you're going to be wiped out all of you, and I'm going to die in the name of a writer!! ”

Roaring, infinite star power gathered in the hands of the text master Long Xiu, and with a wave of his hand, a thick silver mist shot wildly towards Zheng Shuanglong. The thick power of decay made the unicorn watching the battle tremble. Cold sweat flowed.

Before, it was such a terrifying and desperate force that brutally beat the sixteen demon gods into dead dogs.

Facing the mist of stars shot out by the writer Long Xiu, the mist of the stars that was full of decay, Zheng Shuanglong trembled, and the silver light on his body was sheng, pulling the star power with star power, and dispersing the star power with star power, turning the attack of the word master Long Xiu into nothingness.

Calmly staring at the faint dissipation of the mist of stars, Zheng Shuanglong sighed softly: "It's not good, this is quite bad, it's rare for me to be kind once, but I was rejected like this, this is a pretty bad thing, obviously leaving the power of words, the power of civilization of the cultivation method, you can leave safely, obviously you have a chance to live, why don't you cherish it so much, this is forcing me to be ruthless." ”

Decay, decay, and finality, the face of the writer Long Xiu, who was becoming more and more terrifying, calmed down, and asked indifferently: "Ruthless?" Why? Is it just the power you just showed? Hehe, although we are now using the same power of the stars, have the same way of the stars, and even in the play of the power of the stars, I am not as good as you, but I have the power of decay, the power of the end, although it is really too dangerous to use this power, but he is also a power, isn't it? ”

As he spoke, the silver brilliance once again gathered in the hands of the writer Long Xiu, and a silver giant sword appeared in the hand of the writer Long Xiu, holding the sword made of the starlight, and holding the sword that was full of the power of decay. In the heart of the writer Long Xiu, the soul of the writer Long Xiu is even more corrupt, however, even so, this power, this power called decay, makes the writer Long Xiu understand that he has the possibility of defeating Zheng Shuanglong.

Looking around at the heavily injured demon gods around him, Zheng Shuanglong smiled, raised his hand gently, and said indifferently: "Since Your Excellency is so uncooperative, then, I can only kill you, although the probability of opening the power of words from Your Excellency's bloody key is not too high, but this is not a solution." A solution that is not a solution. ”

As he spoke, strange energy fluctuations emanated from Zheng Shuanglong's body. This is the power of the stars, the power of space, and the power of the heavens.

With the three hundred and sixty-five star flags as the guide and the power of the small worlds of the heavens as the guide, at this moment, Zheng Shuanglong opened the star array.

This powerful terrifying power, the power of the small world called the three hundred and sixty-five heavens, made it completely possible for Zheng Shuanglong to kill the textsmith Long Xiu at this moment.

Although the power of decay is powerful, although the baptism of time is terrifying, and although the future of the end is hopeless, it is not so irresistible in the face of the power of the three hundred and sixty-five heavens and small worlds.

Textsmith Long Xiu's face was extremely serious, and he felt that Zheng Shuanglong's body was the same, no less than the terrifying rotten power that he had paid for the decay of his soul, and that power should not belong to human beings at all.

Unlike the power that the writer Long Xiu obtained with the help of the decay of the soul and the decay of the heart, the power that still needs to be constantly decayed and decayed before it can be used, this is a power that can be completely dominated by Zheng Shuanglong, although it is not a power that really belongs to him, but this is no longer the power of human beings, the power that is higher than a certain class, and the terrifying power that belongs to another dimension. But it can be completely used by Zheng Shuanglong without injury.

At least, before Zheng Shuanglong was eaten back because he couldn't bear the heavy pressure brought by the powerful force.

Zheng Shuanglong, who looked through the void and through the long space, and looked at everything on the earth, trembled again, he smiled lightly, and said: "It's too late, it's too late, if it drags on, the earth will really be demolished by them, although it is not my earth, nor is it my domain, but I don't have much fun experiencing the world consciousness backlash, then, Your Excellency, don't blame me for being rude." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Shuanglong instantly appeared behind the writer Long Xiu, and with a flick of his fingers, a big star blasted towards the writer Long Xiu.

It was the Great Star manifested by the power of the Endless Stars, a terrifying force that contained the power of the small worlds of the three hundred and sixty-five heavens.

Blood, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and with the silver lightsaber in his hand, he resisted the terrible star, and the heavy damage suffered by Long Xiu, the text master who split it.

This injury was even more serious than the injuries suffered by the writer Long Xiu when he fought with the Sixteen Demon Gods before.

It is also the star power that can give the most damage to the star power, because it understands, because it understands, because it has no resistance, so it can cause heavy damage to the writer Long Xiu. (To be continued.) )