Under the dark clouds in the sky, the blood pupil leaned down with difficulty.

His legs were numb, and although he was still conscious, his agility was much less than before. The damage caused by the two black feathers was far greater than he had imagined, and his left arm was completely insensitive, and could only hang limply beside him.

Tyrone, the black-armored angel, his attacks are absolutely untouchable.

This was the first time Blood Pupil had encountered such a tricky enemy. No matter how strong it was among its previous opponents, the Blood Pupil had at least the power to resist. But Tyrone is different, his attacks are directly aimed at the soul. Once hit, it deals true damage. The defense that makes Blood Pupil's pride completely nullified.

However, fortunately, his defense was not good enough, although the two attacks of the blood pupil were hasty, they also made a large hole in his abdomen, and there were no internal organs in sight, only the surging black mist and cyan light spots.

It was all the light of psionic energy. The blood pupil can conclude that this Tyrone is definitely not a living person.

Or rather, not a pure life.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind rose......

Blood Pupil's right hand pressed to the ground, and his body was low like a beast ready to attack. He's ready to make a move. When he made this pose, the energy in his body was in a critical state, like a bomb that would detonate at any time, full of deadly danger.

At the point where the blood pupil has arrived, there is no longer a need to deliberately make a battle momentum, but once it is done, it means that he has made the determination to kill!

The blood pupils who go all out never care about blood. Whether it's the enemy's or your own!

Tyrone on the other side also seemed to notice the change in his blood pupils, and the red light in his eyes became even worse. The wings flapped slightly behind him, emitting bursts of black mist, and the big sword in his hand was raised little by little, raising it to the sky......

With his movements, the entire mountain began to tremble. A large number of cyan points of light rose from the jade and quickly gathered on his body. At this moment, he is not alone, but a collection of fallen angels. His strength is the strength of the fallen angels. His will is the will of the fallen angels.

For a moment, the blood pupils even swelled with an irresistible sense of oppression, a surreal intuition that signaled danger to themselves.

But at this moment, how can the blood pupils tolerate retreat?

The blood of battle boiled within him. The blood pupil suddenly felt. Maybe peace doesn't belong to you. At this time, you should be angry and intense. What if it's feedback? What if you get hurt? This is the warrior, who does not win in the offensive, perish in the offensive.

A low roar emerged from the deepest part of his throat, and the next moment the blood pupil disappeared in place. Also disappearing is Tyrone on the other side.

The wind blew up, and lightning and thunder thundered over the temple.

Both of them were already beyond the limits of their vision. In just an instant, tens of thousands of battles were played. The terrifying energy swept across the platform like a tsunami, lifting the pitch-black jade in pieces. The Void is highly distorted, constantly changing form. Even the sky was crushed by the two, and the dark clouds were driven away.

That's a stellar all-out battle. If it was an ordinary space, it would have been shattered a long time ago, but here, it seems to have an infinite carrying capacity, accommodating the confrontation between the two. And no matter how exaggerated the fight between the two is. The black temple seemed to be unaffected, standing proudly in the raging tide of energy.

Finally, a blood moon and a silver moon flashed at the same time, and the two of them snorted in unison. Split in an instant.

The body was still in mid-air, and two voices sounded at the same time.

"Positive Electron Cannon!"

"Soul Death Song!"

Two black rays of light staggered. Immediately knocked the two of them into the air again, like two kites with broken strings.

There was a loud bang. The blood pupils fell like cannonballs, rolling all the way through a long deep furrow. The same is true for Tyrone on the other side, and countless fragments and black feathers flew out of the tumbling.

The smoke exploded between the two of them, and countless cyan points of light flew into the sky, emitting a piercing scream.

By the time the smoke and dust stopped, the entire square in front of the hall was in shambles. Where is there anything intact other than the stone monument where Robbie is located? The platform was lifted, revealing deep jade veins below, and the soul of the fallen angel rose into the air with a scream.

The blood pupil was deeply embedded in a large piece of jade. The limbs drooped limply. On his shoulders, the cell modules of the positive electron cannon were slowly falling off, withering and dying.

His eyes were still burning with fanatical intent, but his body was no longer dominant. He was hit at least five times in the brief encounter, severing his limbs and chest. At this moment, in addition to turning his head, he has completely lost control of his body. Became a waste.

However, he did not suffer a loss in this fight, and Tyrone on the opposite side was worse than him. Not only was the body almost shattered, but even the spiritual energy was weakened to the point of almost extinguishment. The worn-out black armor was no longer complete, his legs were partially shattered, and his left arm was completely gone. The only thing he had left was half of his body and a right hand, and the blood-red greatsword that was still clenched in his right hand.

The black wings hung limply behind him, and the dead air slowly subsided.

"Fighting...... It's not over yet......"

In the midst of extreme pain, the blood pupil said in a deep voice. Although his body is out of control, so what? Doesn't the excitement of a warrior need a desperate situation to bloom? The spiritual power was highly concentrated, and a black ball of light was created by him, and the next moment the ball of light turned into a black light, penetrating the black-armored angel on the opposite side!

Gravity Gun!

The powerful force field compressed instantly, shattering Tyrone's only remaining shell. But then something shocking happened. Without Tyrone, the blood-red greatsword actually levitated on its own, trembling towards the temple. Countless faces emerged from the broad blade, emitting piercing howls.

The door of the temple cracked again, and another black-armored angel appeared in the eyes of the blood pupil. He was exactly the same as the previous Tyrone, except that he was missing a blood-red greatsword.

Under the gaze of the blood pupil, he took the hilt of the sword, and then two blood-red flames lit up in his helmet.

"You won ......"

He said to the blood pupil. Then the big sword was unfurled. "I'll ...... Keep your promises...... Tell you...... The whereabouts of the others......"

"But you...... Still is...... ...... to death"

The door of the temple behind the angel burst open, revealing the scene inside. The blood pupil clearly saw that in the almost infinite space inside, there were countless falling angels bound to rows of stone tablets. There was still a look of pain on their perfect faces, but the wings behind them hung limply.

Unlike many fallen angels, their wings are half pitch black and half blood red.

And in the center of them, there are two small figures bound to the stone monument, are they the twin sisters and brothers?

At this moment, they were quietly looking at the blood pupils, full of tears.

"Brother Bloodpupil...... No...... Hit ...... again."

"...... who will die"

"Really...... ...... that will die" (to be continued......