"Blood Moon Cross Slash - Break!!-"

The Blood Moon Zun summoned all the remaining dark essence in his body, and suddenly exploded at this last step. However, this absolute attack did not bring any dark elements, on the contrary, the dark elements around him disappeared, leaving only the four most basic natural elements.

Around the blade, before a golden cross could be drawn, an elemental vacuum had been sliced.

In a trance, Luo Wei'an's long blood-red hair also turned pure white for a moment with his almost prayer-like slashing posture.

Cross Slash, Lovian's own single most penetrating attack.

His target was the wound of Mist, who had already shattered the dragon's scale defenses.

Mister let out a meaningless screech as he raised his head to the sky, and the dragon wings behind him suddenly retracted, defending themselves in front of him. The fists that shimmered with magenta scales rose together, and they met the dark golden cross slash light in front of them.

It was the squeak of a metal plate tearing, and it was like the screeching of a turning tool cutting a turning part. A strong current of elemental currents would blow Lovien upside down, slamming him down on the ground beneath him that had been corrupted by his own dark elementals.

Two terrible wounds appeared in Mister's fists, and the incomparably hard keel was broken alive, and the powerful penetrating force even penetrated his bones, causing his arm bones to break neatly. And his wings stretched forward, and two wounds appeared that nearly tore it from Mister's body.

Even Mister's immature-looking cheek had a deep scratch that could be seen in the bone.

But these traumas were worth it because of the sacrifice of the rest of his body. Saved the life of the Nine Spirit Dragon King. When the stubborn cross finally slashed down to the wound in Mister's chest, it was less than one-third of the strength of Lovian's attack.

Even so, though, the cross slash slice open Mister's left lobe. Scratched his heart.

Breathless and heartbroken, Mist could no longer stand when a misty light flashed, revealing his ten-meter-long, round-looking dragon body in its place. The light of the nine dragon horns had completely dimmed, and if he didn't pay close attention, others wouldn't even notice the dragon horns that weren't very conspicuous compared to his dragon body. Pink dragon blood flowed from the broken wings and the gaping hole in his chest, and a large mouthful of blood foamed from Mister's mouth, and his gaze dimmed to the extreme.

But I saw the enemy who was still struggling. Hatred and pain rekindle Mister's strength. He reached out a dragon claw, grabbed a dragon horn from his head, and then followed a clear click and a groan of pain from Mister. One of his dragon horns was broken by himself!

Immediately, Mister shoved the broken dragon horn into his mouth. Almost in a breath, Mister's languishing breath climbed again, and his wounds stopped bleeding. It even began to squirm and heal!

Transformed into a dragon, Mister finally has strength. The dragon's claws gripped the ground, and little by little, it moved towards its enemies.

And at this moment, Lovian, the power brought by the soul has been completely exhausted, and he can hear the sound of his skin exploding. He could only hold on to his hell weather vane, at least not to his knees - he wouldn't be a demon on his knees waiting for death!

Mist watched as Lovian stood in front of him with all his might, his whole body covered in wounds from the explosion of the Soul Force, purple blood soaking through his clothes, but his eyes were still bright. Still sharp, still - unyielding!

Mister was suddenly dazed in his proud gaze. He didn't know if his parents were also using such gazes to prove the faith and dignity they had defended all their lives when they were facing the blade of the Hell Wind Vane in the hands of the Blood Moon Venerable. What he saw was a reflection of a nation that would never give in, behind him, five hundred years ago, when he was a child, the battlefield that he had longed for, feared, and saddened because of it, and the countless demon warriors behind him who were unrecognizable, but who were unwilling to fall down to meet their end even at the last moment.

He is a demon who can only be destroyed physically, but his spirit will never be annihilated by any being.

Mister's gaze froze again, and he slowly stretched out a dragon claw, the tip of which trembled with a little white light.

Lovian didn't look at Mister, he just looked at the horizon that had already turned white. There was a dream that awaited him, and now it was-

"Stop!!

The strong sound wave completely shattered Lovian's spirit, and Mister was shocked to retract the dragon claw that was about to pierce the enemy's chest.

Mistre recognized the voice, but he gritted his teeth and reached out to continue stabbing at Lovian, who had fallen to the ground.

A black light came from afar, and it shook Mister's wrist open. At the same time, the impact also caused the power forcibly raised by the secret method of Tongguò to finally dissipate, and Mister's body went limp, and he fell to the ground in front of Lovian.

"Chaga Veroni...... You, why can't you be later!--cough ......," said Mister, foaming at blood, with great resentment.

A tall middle-aged man gradually emerged in the night, but his three dragon horns with graceful threads and narrow pupils protruding from his black hair proved that he was also a dragon.

The Dark Dragonlord slowly walked over to the disempowered Mistre and the unconscious Lovian. "Don't you remember what Lubistan said, he can't die! If he's dead, our whole clan will—"

"-Huh...... Ahem - you're actually cowardly alone, human ......"

"I'm not intimidating a human, I'm just- okay...... I'm in, in...... In fear! in fear of humanity! Do you understand!" Chaga Veloni roared, "Five hundred years ago, you thought that human would dare to speak to us like that! You say! Humans were already stronger than us, and now that we have lost, we can no longer afford to lose anything, do you understand, Mister!!"

The Dark Dragonlord's loud voice made the land tremble slightly, and Mister looked at Chaga Veroni reluctantly, eventually avoiding his gaze.

"What then?" said Mistre, slowly. "Many of your relatives have died at his hands, and now even if you leave him alone, he won't live long without treatment. Do we still need to save him?!"

The Dark Dragon King was stunned. The gloomy face stared at Luo Wei'an, and there was also deep hatred in the depths of his eyes, "...... That-we're going to-"

"Get him back," said Mister suddenly, "bring him to my people, and I'll keep him alive." But, -- it will make his life worse than death. ”

Listening to Mister's paranoid words, Chaga Veroni was stunned. Staring into Mistre's eyes, it was as if he had never known him.

After a few seconds, Chaga Veroni sighed softly, "Since you have said so...... So be it. ”

As soon as the Dark Dragon King's words fell, he turned around suddenly. Because he and Mister saw at the same time. In the same direction where Lovian fell, a full blue moon rose again, accompanied by a faint whispering of carols, dyeing the space in a strange place.

They saw a demon with short dark blue hair holding her sword in both hands, slowly walking towards them, and the strange voice came from her blade that shimmered with a cold sheen, and every step she took. She would leave a mark of ice behind her.

Mister and Chaga Veroni looked at the demon girl and just looked at the already wounded and shapeless Blood Moon Venerable, the sky above them. Snowflakes began to fall slowly......

Mastma, who had a blue moon flashing behind her, walked up to them under the gaze of the two dragon kings, and there seemed to be something indescribable in her eyes, making it impossible for them to look directly at her, nor to make even a single instinctive movement of attack under her gaze.

A few runes symbolizing the dark healing technique fell on Lovian's body, but he didn't get any better. Mastma crouched down and placed a purple ring on Lovian's broken left hand. Then she gently lifted her Legion Leader, the accessories hovering beside her, the blue moon behind her still bright, and just as bright was the crescent moon blood mark on her brow that looked exactly like the Blood Moon Venerable.

"If you touch him, I will detonate the Forbidden Demon Shattering Realm, and then everyone will die together. Mastma said calmly.

It was only then that Mister and Chaga Veroni noticed something strange in the space around them, and for themselves, who were already strong enough to reach the limit of the fourth level, the natural element that was like an arm had lost its control, and it seemed that it was just floating stiffly in the space, slightly shaking with the vibration of Mastma's blade.

"How did you become like this, Legion Commander?" said Mastma as he looked at the Legion Commander who had only half a breath left, wiping the blood from his face, as he slowly walked out, not even glancing at the two dragon kings.

"Wait!-" Chaga Veroni said as he took a step forward as he looked at Mastma, who was about to spread his wings.

The elements in the air suddenly vibrated violently, and Chaga Veroni was immediately frightened and turned pale, he could only feel the magic elements around him that would detonate at any time, but he couldn't feel the depth of the demon girl.

Mister...... Hurry up, we still have a chance-" Chaga Veroni estimated that Mastma, who was also using Soul Death, might not be able to sustain it for long, after all, the Forbidden Demon Shattering Realm was an extremely power-consuming domain skill, and he still hoped to be able to rob Lovian.

"As the dragon king, you have been able to mess around until now, and I am ashamed of the dragon clan. ”

Mastma didn't turn his head at Chaga Veroni's words, but he stopped abruptly at the unfamiliar voice. The Forbidden Demon Realm slowly dissipated, although she was willing to sacrifice a qiē for the Legion Leader, but wouldn't it be better to be alive together? It was a human being, and in terms of the current situation, the human race and herself were still in a cooperative relationship......

A hoarse voice accompanied by a vague black shadow appeared between the two dragon kings and Mastma.

"Who are you!" Chaga Veroni cautiously stepped forward and stood in front of the mortally injured Mister, the dragons were always united when dealing with the aliens.

The shadow slowly removed his hood, but the face under the hood was still hidden under a black mask with only a pair of eyeholes. The black shadow was dressed in a strong suit, with no bare skin on his body, a pair of black gloves in his hands, and two short knives in his forehand and backhand. Two short knives, one of which was pure black and moon-white, the black hilt seemed to melt into any darkness, and the extremely delicate white blade twisted and swirled around his wrist. There seemed to be a myriad of miniature elves jumping on it. The other main knife, held in his right hand, was bright silver, with a faint breeze. A faint light of various colors slowly drifted from above, slowly solidifying in the air around his wrist, as if to reflect the distant stars in the sky.

"Black Elf...... Stareclipse ...... "It seems that Chaga Veroni has some understanding of these two peerless swords in the human race, these two divine swords, it is extremely difficult for one person to rely on one of them, and one person can each hold two of them?!"

"I'm Feihuayuan, the first bloody hand under the lord's seat. Judge. The man in black said, "I didn't fulfill the lord's order. actually gave the two of them the opportunity to assassinate the object of my protection, and they should be punished. ”

As he spoke, the judge slashed his right hand at random, and cut off a fist-sized piece of flesh from his left arm. Blood gushed out. But the judge's voice did not change, as if it was not himself who had been cut off. He casually sprinkled a bottle of powder on the wound, and the bleeding immediately stopped.

"The two of you are not in my task, Your Highness should retreat first. I'll take care of the rest—Miss Masterma, please leave His Highness Lovien to us, I'm afraid his injuries are beyond your ability to heal, and I hope you will trust me. ”

Looking at the judge who completely ignored him, the two dragon kings' pale faces became angry again after seeing his tragic act of cutting his own flesh.

"Are you going to send us away, madman!"

The voice fell. The judge stabbed backhand, and the white blade was as fast as lightning. Straight to Chaga Veroni. Chaga Veroni was taken aback, and a dark dragon scale appeared in his right hand, and he caught the sword with a "bang".

"Are you—" Chaga Veroni was about to insult his opponent over the seemingly non-threatening stab, but suddenly the back of his hand ached.

The dark dragon scales were intact, but when Chaga Veroni withdrew the dragon scales into his body, he was horrified to find the word "death" on the back of his hand marked by blood!

The two dragon kings changed color in shock, and they could ignore the dragon scale defense and attack the flesh directly - what kind of means is this!

Without further words, Chaga Veroni reached out and slapped it, injecting a misty light into Mister's body, and a moment later Mister turned into a human boy covered in blood. A pair of huge black dragon wings stretched out from Chaga Veroni's back, carrying Mister behind his back, the dragon wings vibrated and disappeared into the sky with a few ups and downs.

The judge's figure moved slightly, and appeared next to Mastma, who was holding Lovian, and reached out to make a "please" gesture. Mastma looked at the emotionless eyes under the judge's mask, then nodded. There is a vague scent of bamboo in the air, and perhaps this inexplicable smell is not a factor in the air that stimulates the olfactory cells of you and me, but just a hint of synaesthesia brought by the surrounding turquoise decoration style and the style that is as tough and strong as the spotted bamboo in winter.

In the midst of this strong cultural stimulus that is different from that of the continental, it is easy for the inhabitants of the province of Southwest Feihuayuan and Nuvi Province, who have long been blind to the existence of their own culture, and who do not belong to the province of Nuvi under her control. The lanterns hanging from the cornices and the lanterns that emitted smoke that did not smell fragrant shimmered blue, but they did not dye the wood-decorated corridors or rooms that seemed dim but were actually bright but did not leave every corner a dull indigo color.

Crimson is not the same as red, because red has an indelible warmth and spiciness under the bright surface, which does not fit the atmosphere of Hika-in. Compared with red, the more deep or lazy and rich red color can better set off the elegant and graceful atmosphere here, and finally make you think of the flying flower temple and the red color, I don't know who is the subject of the comparison.

In the thick and elegant crimson space, even when the windows that are indispensable in all the houses lose their sense of existence, it does not make people feel the impulse of disobedience.

So, Hika-in is an underground world.

She is also the master of the underworld.

Although the Cross Brigade is the most powerful independent group that unites all the intelligent races in the continent and does not belong to the control of the Holy Emperor, the existence of the Cross Brigade and its mystique are only the supervision of the lifeline of the economy, military, culture, and living materials that shuttle through Osiria, or the expansion of a sense of control beyond control. In general, even if the Crusader Brigade were to unfurl its heavy veil to the world one day, the world would not be angry or horrified by what he had done before, for he had been marked by the universally accepted morality of the world and by the code of laws laid down by the Holy Emperor, at least.

And the Flying Flower Courtyard, which occupies the most mysterious seat among the six mercenary groups, sneers at the Cross Brigade in this regard.

The Flying Flower Temple, which controls the southwest line of the actual border of the Osilian Empire, is also the axis of the entire Osilian underworld. The so-called underground world is those that cannot exist in this world, which is at least bound by law and morality. Here, any deposit can be equated with gold coins and interests, and there is no bottom line for a qiē transaction, where the veil of sanctimoniousness of any intelligent race can be torn off by the master without guilt, and then let his own beastly nature from ancient ancestors guide his will, and let himself do those things in the earthly world, even from his noble mouth, which will insult his identity in such a crazy and messy underground world.

Interests, pure interests, pure exchanges between interests - this brings themselves a more powerful source of nutrients, making themselves strong and beautiful, bright blood splashed on the original white mortise and tenon structure of the Flying Flower Courtyard again and again, and finally the red overlap again and again into a deep crimson color, countless blood and gold coins are sealed under this thick layer of crimson, becoming the scum left after the growth of the Flying Flower Courtyard again and again.

This is the Flying Flower Temple.

"Thank you so much. ”

"Hmm...... It's all a trivial matter, and we still need the help of the lord to survive at the moment!"

The golden-green light slowly dissipated, and the face of the demon clan, which was covered by the thin white sheets, finally became a little more angry.

"Would you like to take the liberty of asking?" the demon girl with her short blue and purple hair asked calmly, "Isn't it contrary to your beliefs to cooperate with an organization like the Flying Flower Temple?" (To be continued......)