Chapter 515: The Style of the Sword (Page 1/1)

"Damn, what the hell is this, human hands? But how can humans be so strong. Ferdinand's whole body trembled, and under the inexplicable coercion, he could only bend his back to prevent himself from falling to his knees, and escaping became a delusion, and all the space around him was blocked.

He didn't dare to look directly at the white and slender little hand, as if it was not a soft and boneless arm but a bloody mouth that was devoured by people, and there were no scales, hair, sharp thorns and other miscellaneous things on that arm.

"What the hell is that thing. Although the violent female succubus was better than Ferdinand, her limbs were constantly trembling, she barely moved a step and was overwhelmed by the exaggerated coercion, and had to kneel on one knee to relieve the huge pressure, Carlos could even hear the sound of bones breaking in her body, just one step would cause such a result, the enemy was not something they could fight against at all, even Floren was absolutely incapable of dealing with such a monster.

Carlos tried to cover his chest with his hands, but to no avail, just getting close to the pale hand was instantly shredded and fell to the ground in a pitch-black liquid, he could sense that the pitch-black liquid on the ground had completely lost its life, and he could no longer call them back or manipulate them.

A "man" with long gray hair and a bewitching object slowly crawled out, and Carlos also had a large hole in his chest with a diameter of more than one meter at this time, and he fell to the ground miserably.

The "man" looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, as if he was only a half-grown child, but the eyes that were so cold that they made all beings tremble fully showed that it was not simple, and the gray eyes seemed to penetrate the blockade of the gray mist and look directly into the palace in the middle.

The "man" was wearing a gray robe, and the small white hand that had easily knocked Carlos down before was tucked in the wide sleeve, he looked at the puddle of pitch-black liquid on the ground, frowned, and with a wave of his hand, the pitch-black liquid disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even its existence was erased in an instant.

"Is that the clone of the evil demon god Kongming? Although I didn't expect the famous leader of the evil spirits, the original evil god, to be like this, you are very strong, but I must stop you. "A sword completely wiped out the giant gray white giant and the legions under his command, Floren flew over with the magic sword, he only felt that his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood all over his body was going backwards.

His body instinctively feared, and a voice kept muttering in his heart: Flee from here, or you will die, and escape from here, or you will die......

But Florence overcame the instinctive fear of his body, and stood in front of the void with a strong breath, he would never give in to anyone's oppression, the demon god Void Ming? Just by looking at his appearance, he would be swallowed up by the gray mist, just by approaching him, he would be completely cut into pieces by countless spatial blades, he could erase the existence of everything in the world with just his hands, this kind of enemy, this kind of enemy is worth fighting!

The will of the war demon and Florent's own belief made him prefer to fight and die with a strong enemy, rather than surrender to the enemy and live, the magic sword in his hand no longer had the intention of laughing at this time, they all saw Carlos's body falling to the ground just now, the enemy's strength has already been revealed, since it is certain to die, why not die in battle.

Floren's eyes turned blood-red, his body swelled for a while, and finally turned into a large winged red crocodile that seemed to walk upright, and he roared, and the fire of spirit, life, and will began to rush towards the sky at a very fast speed.

Born to die, singing triumphantly!

A crimson eyeball suddenly grew on the sword of the magic sword, and the eyeball instantly burned in pain after looking directly at the empty face, but it was enough, the mark had been imprinted, Florent swung the magic sword and slashed at the waist of the demon god's clone, the sword shone with a bright silver brilliance, the magic sword trembled all over, and the magic sword was burning its own existence.

That sword can be called the pinnacle of Florent, maybe in the future, Florent will never be able to cut such a dazzling sword, all of this except for the demon god clone everything in heaven and earth has lost any color under this sword.

Ferdinand, the demons who were lucky enough to survive, were praying in their hearts that Florent's sword could repel the clone of the demon god, even if they knew that there was little hope, they couldn't help but believe it, because once Florent was defeated, they would not have any power to deal with the demon god, even if it was a high-ranking demon god, there was no way to get close to the demon god clone, and the other demons were even more unbearable, and they were directly crushed to the ground.

The tip of the sword began to dull at a range of two meters close to the air, and when the tip of the sword that was close to scrapping was close to one meter, it was finally overwhelmed and let out a rotten cracking sound, and the tip of the sword broke.

Florence let out another roar, his whole body merged with the magic sword, a large amount of invisible power acted on his body, the surface of his whole body was like confetti floating away, and the sword body began to gradually approach the demon god clone, the demon god clone seemed to be still unmoved, just tilted his head to look at Florent, as if he didn't understand why he did this.

The fine crumbs of the blade were flying, and the magic sword in Floren's hand was only about one-third of its length at this time, and Floren's own body became full of holes, and a large amount of blood just shot out of the body and disappeared directly, he only felt that the world was spinning but he had to grit his teeth and insist on rushing to the evil demon god, not only for himself but also to repay the expectations of other demons.

At this time, Floren's sword blade had already touched the fingertips of the demon god's clone, and the demon god moved, with a relaxed hand, he held the extremely sharp magic sword and directly threw Floren out with force.

Floren flew upside down like a kite with a broken string and slammed into the hard ground, but his half-vanished mouth showed a hint of upward arc, and he smiled as he watched the gray mist slowly emanating from the fingertips of the demon god's clone.

The doppelganger of the demon god actually spoke: "Do you hurt a trace of the soul of the deity through me? ”

The voice was filled with endless madness, but it was undoubtedly the hope of survival, and countless demons longed to look at the demon god clone out of the corner of their eyes, but unfortunately this hope was reserved for Florent, who had run out of oil.

Wait, Florent's body actually disappeared in an instant, and the demon god clone turned around at this time to look at the location of Carlos's corpse but found that there was nothing left in place, that insignificant guy was actually not dead?

Kong Ming understood very well how lethal his power was to these high-ranking demon gods, and because of this, he was sure that Carlos had absolutely no life, but the facts told him that Carlos not only did not die, but also rescued Florent from the underground by the way.

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