Rewind the clock to a second ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The matrix world has fully invaded Su Junyan's spiritual world.

This was originally the killer blow of the black-robed man, and it was a killer move that he realized with a punch from Lin Yuan after he was defeated in the West Gate Night Tower last time.

The first time he used it, he easily defeated Lucifer, who was almost on par with the previous generation of powerhouses.

This made him extremely confident in this move.

So much so that he felt that Su Junyan could not have any chance to block this blow.

So he almost poured all his spiritual power into this move in a crushing posture.

He will prevail.

He was completely waiting for Su Junyan to be vulnerable, let down all his defenses, and waited for the moment when his fist was imprinted on his chest.

But.

He was wrong.

And that's very wrong.

When his maternal world invaded in full, what he saw was ......

It's not Lucifer's grandiose and raging world of fire, it's not so grumpy, it's not so intense.

What he saw was a pair of eyes, a pair of calm and turbulent eyes, as if no matter how strong the storm was, it could not fall down and get back up.

It was a phoenix, a phoenix that could be reborn in the fire and go straight up to the nine heavens.

The phoenix crossed the mother world and slammed into the heart of the black-robed man without hindrance.

He was hit, paused.

A one-second pause.

The mother world is so unsustainable.

Then, he saw the rain.

Originally, it was raining in the warm and calm mother world that should have been his.

Unprepared, before he could recover from the onslaught of the phoenix, the red rain fell.

His world suddenly began to change, completely out of his control, towards another form.

It became a world of red rain.

In the red rain, a man raised an arc knife and cut off a woman's head with a single sword.

The skull rose to the sky, blood splattered everywhere.

The black-robed man wanted to escape, to escape from this world that did not belong to him.

But he couldn't escape.

As soon as he fled, the scene began to repeat.

The man kept raising the knife, slashing, raising the knife, slashing, raising the knife, slashing.

The woman's head kept rising into the sky.

Until the blood completely flooded that world of red rain.

The black-robed man felt the knife and finally slashed at his neck.

He collapsed, completely gave up, what power, strength, dignity, win or lose, all gave up, he ran away.

So, he was cut down by Su Junyan.

"It's the knife. In the stands, Tiefutu, who had experienced the scarlet rain, sighed.

He could faintly feel that that knife was a step further than when Su Junyan duel with him at the beginning.

It becomes more sad, hopeless, and with no way back.

That's a desperate stab.

No one can stop it.

As Su Junyan said the moment before the knife came out, you can't escape my knife.

"I lost. The black-robed man finally admitted.

There were also sparse cheers from the audience.

After all, it means that humanity has won.

It's worth cheering, even if you have made a big mistake, you can make up for it now.

There's no need to be so stingy, right?

"You are the sun. The black-robed man suddenly said, he was not stingy, he said to Su Junyan, you are the sun.

"You are greater than Lucifer, you ...... It's the sun!"

This sentence, the black-robed man said in an extremely low voice, only Su Junyan could hear it.

When Su Junyan heard this, his whole body was shocked in vain.

It's not because the other person's compliment is exaggerated, or anything else.

Just because, this sentence, he seems to be familiar.

You are the sun......

You are the sun......

You are the sun......

You are......

"It's you......" Su Junyan's eyes showed an incredible expression, which was even more exaggerated than he knew that Senior General Hai Criss was his senior uncle.

This black-robed man, he is actually ......

"Huh-" At this time, in the duel field, I don't know where a gust of wind came from, and that gust of wind was completely inconspicuous.

At the time of the duel, this gust of wind didn't matter at all.

But now, it blew towards the black-robed man, blowing down the black-robed man who was completely shattered by Su Junyan's knife, revealing the true face of that person under the black robe......

He is......

"That's right, it's me, my sun. He laughed, revealing his most signature smile ever, and he curled the corners of his mouth, smiling a little cheaply, and a little badly.

In short, it's not serious.

The indecent ones are like so many unreliable poems he has ever written.

"Long time no see. He said.

Long time no see.

Artst.

No one could have imagined that anyone, even with the greatest imagination, would never have imagined that this arrogant and invincible demon seed powerhouse would be, Artest.

The former notorious playboy of the Central Wangcheng, the head of the Central Wangcheng General Association of the Magician Warlocks, and the only closed disciple of the **** master.

Artst.

The crowd was numb.

After experiencing a series of inexplicable, exciting, terrifying, and completely unreasonable events today, they finally lost the ability to react to unexpected events.

So much so that when they saw Artist's face hidden under the black robe, many people were stunned for a moment before asking the people next to them.

"Hey, look at that guy, it doesn't look like the one used to be called ...... Called......"

"Artst!"

"yes, that's right, Artest, that dog bastard owes me a prostitute!"

It was only after saying these words that they remembered.

The identity of the black-robed man is also the identity of Artist a moment ago.

He was the strongest of the demon seed, the younger generation of the demon seed, a stronger man than Li Bamo, and he defeated Lucifer.

Most importantly, he's a demon!

So what was the time he used to be in Central Kingtown?

He was even a close disciple of the top five elders of the Ten Council of the Magician Warlocks.

Why?

People subconsciously looked at the **** master who should have the most direct connection with this matter.

The Master was looking at Artist, his good apprentice.

He didn't seem to feel the gaze coming at him from all directions, and he stared at Artist.

"Art......" his lips opened and closed, as if he was about to say something, but he couldn't.

"Art ......"

"You ......"

"You ......"

"You're still alive. ”

You're still alive.

Very light, with a little relaxed, reassuring, pleasant tone.

He said you're still alive.

There was no blame, no surprise.

It's an old man's love.

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