"Don't. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Su Junyan's tears couldn't be contained at all.

He burst into tears.

He stuck his blood-colored knife into the ground and grabbed his left hand with his right hand.

He's, he's ready, tore the straps that hold his left hand so tightly that they've been tied for years.

He wanted to release the devil that dwelt in his left hand.

That, the one that has the ultimate life connection to that man, the imprint.

"My ......" Seeing Su Junyan make this dangerous move, General Su, who knew all the secrets and truths, was shocked by the iron armor all over her body, she wanted to get up, but in the end she just looked at Su Mubai, through the heavy iron armor.

"It doesn't matter. Su Mubai shook his head, signaling that it didn't matter, his eyes were no longer even on Su Junyan's body, he was looking at the girl's slender back.

His hand was rubbing the delicate blade of the arc knife at his waist.

In the East Island, the sharper the arc knife, the more delicate its blade will be, because the blade is too sharp, sometimes the speed of cutting the skin is too fast, and the blood that spurts out will be like a flower, which is very beautiful, so there is a delicate knife blade to take on the blood, just like a peerless work with a sufficient matching drawing board.

It will look more elegant, generous, and will not hurt your hands.

Killing people is a beautiful thing.

When Su Mubai was thinking about killing that girl, when the blade cut through her skin, the blood would splash beautifully.

It would be a beautiful red irise.

With this in mind, he stepped forward and walked with his sword in hand.

The moment he took the first step, it was as if he felt the killing intent emanating from him.

In the hot lava crater, an incomparably loud roar erupted.

"Boom-" There was a violent roar, and although there was no scorching magma rushing out of the spherical transparent shield, the sound was still transmitted faithfully.

It is not a purely symbolic sound, but a real, substantial sound.

The waves of sound, the waves that push the air, the ground, everything it touches, layer by layer.

Soil and stone rolling.

The air is cramped.

Su Mubai's dark color robe, hunting.

This is the dragon's groan.

Also, Su Junyan heard the voice vaguely before he fell into a coma.

Only this time, it's real, substantial, and it's close at hand.

There's nothing unreal about it.

Really, is it a dragon?

Su Mubai smiled even more and took another step.

More violent noises rang out from the hole.

This time, the wild wave was not only rolling over the earth and rocks, it was already carrying the power of upside down the mountain stones, and there was a faint coercion of spiritual power in it.

That's cramped.

For the most direct and brutal squeeze of spiritual power, the pressure is thousands of times, and it is more powerful than any previous abyssal power.

Su Junyan snorted, and the action of tearing the bandage slowed down, but then it was more resolute and striving.

As the binding strap tore open a corner, an unprecedented, completely, and decidedly different aura from any kind of aura on Su Junyan's body floated out faintly from there.

That kind of breath, if you can describe it in terms of color, is dark, dark, dull color.

If it is described as familiar, it is a flame, a faint burning, a flame that is not strong or irritable.

The dark glow of burning fire.

It floated out a little bit from a torn gap in Su Junyan's left arm.

It's like a nameless little flower that grows quietly in a quiet stream.

But this little flower is so quiet and deadly.

It seems that just a little breath can burn the entire abyss.

Originally, it was just a sound mainly aimed at Su Mubai, but for the third time, it sounded.

This time, its target is one more Su Junyan.

Or rather, his bound left arm.

The sound like a hurricane hit three times, it was no longer the earth and rocks, Su Junyan's combat uniform was completely pulled and completely attached to his body, if it weren't for his strong physical strength, he might have been overturned.

Spiritually, those coercions that were just cramped before, have turned into hurricanes in the spiritual world, rushing towards the phoenix in Su Junyan's mind.

He struggled, but he didn't stop tearing the bandages on his hands.

The bandage was torn open again, and the aura of the dark fire became even stronger.

Su Junyan stood in the hurricane, watching Olivia's clothes flying, and almost subconsciously shouted: "Olivia......"

He hadn't expected to wake her up like this, but, unexpectedly, this subconscious shout.

Actually, Olivia's body, her shoulders, which had not moved at all, trembled slightly.

She, she wants to turn back!

Su Junyan suddenly became ecstatic, and he yelled again: "Olivia!"

The hurricane nearly swallowed his voice, but, Olivia, she, must have heard!

Because, her shoulders shook even more.

Her whole body was trembling.

She was fighting like she was fighting something fiercely, and she wanted to get rid of it.

That thing.

Olivena.

The monster that existed in the craters of countless magma.

That terrifying creature that has survived since ancient times.

Su Junyan couldn't help but grab the Chiyou Demon Knife next to him again, his murderous aura was unprecedentedly intense, coupled with the black flame aura that faintly emanated from the open bandage, his overall momentum was actually faintly equal to Su Mubai at that moment.

The same, in the midst of a raging hurricane, stand tall!

"You really like this little girl. Su Mubai looked at Su Junyan's erect breath and sighed again, looking very happy.

But the happier he is, the more he wants to kill.

Su Junyan took a step forward.

Su Mubai also took a step.

The dragons in the underground are even wilder.

It was at that moment.

The moment when the storm roared.

Behind.

Behind everyone, footsteps sounded.

The footsteps were not hurried or slow, but in such a strong storm, it was enough for everyone to hear.

The footsteps came step by step, and at last the moment when the storm stopped, they came to the door of this final place.

"I didn't, am I late?" the graceful and luxurious voice was not in a hurry or slow, just like his steps.

Take it in stride and be confident.

Lucifer.

The Best of the Morning Star.

Su Mubai slowly turned his head, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Well, it's not too early or too late, it's just right." ”

"That's good. Lucifer smiled back, with a little respect, for the strong man of his predecessors.

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