The agitated wind caused a terrifying roar, and the aurora that covered the sky disintegrated, replaced by the shock of a massive magical fall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The demon god is full of eyes, all are moving the soul of the huge magic and the wind flashing sharp sword light, the double demon god at this moment finally revealed a dignified color, the body of the demon god can feel the attack of these three forces even more, even a giant dragon does not dare to hold a relaxed mentality, especially the huge magic that fills the sky, simply more than the demon god's cognition of mortal sages, no sage has ever had such a huge and pure magic, as if all the magic elements in the mortal world have poured into this sky, and with the call of the white sage, gathered together, become a powerful force。

This is the critical magic of the white sage Jiliye, the magic that can only be used by the white sage, this kind of magic from the extreme power of the star spirit, the pinnacle of magic use, is the crystallization of the wisdom of a learned magic sage's life, beyond the original critical magic theory, at this moment, the white sage Jiliye has created a great magic that can only be used once in a lifetime.

Critical, end!

It was like the horn of the end of the world sounded, the disintegrating aurora, the converging magic, in the sky, above the darkness, tumbling up, converging into a pure white spear standing at the zenith, the spiral spear with a whistling cold wind, pierced the heavens and the earth, shattered the space, obviously a hundred meters away from the towering demon god, but that fall, but stopped in the sky above the demon god.

Indescribable complex emotions flowed in the heart of the towering three-pillar demon god Dark Demon Envoy, and the light that flickered in the colorful different pupils was a burst of power, but hidden in the depths was a look that had never been seen before.

"Is this fear?" represents the demon god of fear, a symbol of despair, at this moment, looking up at the pure white spear that is close at hand, the spiral lines are clearly visible, and the delicate gun body is engraved with unrecognizable symbols, even the demon god such an ancient creature, only from this mysterious symbol, I saw the name of the White Emperor, the powerful star spirit, the legendary creature wrapped in snow white.

The pure white gun broke through the shackles of space and came to the eyes of the demon god, the towering three-pillar demon god held the fear that he had never had, and slowly opened his colorful pupils, the color was deprived in an instant, and everything turned black and white at this moment.

The speeding sword light and human figures were frozen in mid-air into a fine film, although the howling wind was still around Birmingham, but the flowing wind was disappearing little by little, and the blow of the soul of the windbreaker was frozen in the eyes of the dark demon envoy, and so was the spear that came from the reversal.

The Eye of the Clock, the power of the Demon God, is displayed to the extreme at this moment, but even if the time is frozen, the falling pure white spear still has not stopped, Bai Xian has already broken the shackles of time and space with the critical power of the magic power of the whole body, and the Eye of the Clock of the Three-Pillar Demon God has brought her only a trivial obstacle.

"Stunning, mortal. The towering demon god sighed with emotion, and the strange pupils turned, and the invisible shackles poked out from all directions, wrapping the moving spear edges, and the chains from the power of the demon god seemed invisible, but they were strong and abnormal, and it was difficult to shake.

But this is hard to shake, but here it loses its application, the sound of collapse continues to sound, although invisible, but in the colorful eyes of the demon god, you can feel that the chains sent out by yourself are disintegrating, shattering, and at the moment when the spiral spear blade falls, it turns into dust, amazing magical power, and a respectable mortal heart.

Although there is dodge in the heart, although the action has been put into action, but the pure white spear still falls mercilessly, the huge magic still explodes in an instant, it seems to be a moment, and it seems that a long time has passed, the black and white scene disappears, the freeze-frame picture regains its vitality, and the galloping wind flows again, but the towering demon god has lost half of his body, and the rushing darkness splashes from the broken wound, like ink spots blurring on the white paper, constantly spreading.

The pure white color extended in the sky to the towering demon god, white tore through the demon god's half of the body, obliquely swallowing the demon god's low left arm and original chest, a huge hollow appeared on the demon god's body, and the sea water resting behind the towering demon god was even clearly visible.

The white sage's struggling blow had a perfect answer at this moment, looking at the demon god who had lost half of his body, the sharp pain of the magic vein finally overwhelmed the sage's last sanity, and the sword light and figure galloping in mid-air became the last sight that the white sage saw when he closed his eyes.

The sword light galloped, Birmingham held the long sword in his hand, and met the five-pillar demon god dreamweaver in the eyes of the white sage sleeping peacefully, the soul of the wind rolling in his body, and the howling wind also churning around him.

The sword, galloping, like the sound of the wind, the demon god in his palm finally raised his hands, officially regarded the mortal in front of him as an opponent.

The collision of black and white, the intersection of light and darkness, the galloping sword was unusually sharp, as if there was nothing else in front of him, and the demon god who raised his hand was like a mountain, welcoming this desperate sword that broke through the strength of a middle-level warrior.

The sharp sword pierced the palm of his hand, piercing the pride of the demon god, and also made the five-pillar demon god dream weaver shed his first drop of blood when he came to mortals, and the sword covered with scars passed through the black armor, and the soul eroded person stood in front of the majestic demon god, showing a satisfied smile, and then, the sword was out of his hand, and the person fell.

The magic shocked, the long sword broke through the air, and the belated shadow of the spear also followed, resounding from behind the stunned five-pillar demon god dreamweaver, above the body of the gun, there were blood marks left by the flange tearing the tiger's mouth, and above the spear edge, was the courage and courage of the commander to strike a single blow.

It seems that it is to correspond to Birmingham's sword, and the gun from behind the demon god also pierced the wound left by the long sword, and the power of the riot poured in with the spear, but the man with the gun resurfaced with the strength in his hand, and the hand holding the gun suddenly turned, driving the sharp spear to rotate out, like an arrow from the string piercing the body of the five-pillar demon god.

The spear that came out of his body was nailed to the eroded land of Shengang, and the commander who held the gun finally relaxed his tense nerves and fell into the waves swallowed by darkness in the eyes of the eldest princess of the empire, Sophia.

The combined efforts of the three of them have created the scars of the two demon gods now, but the demon gods are still there, but these three people are powerless to rise again, leaving only a beginner magician, a princess of the empire who was once full of confidence.

The dawn is coming, but there must be one person standing on the road where the darkness will rest, and this person is the hero of the Violet Grand Duke's mouth, the lion cub of the royal family of Lane, and now the man of the angry waves.

The angry waves sounded again, and the posture of the lion reappeared in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, which is the glory of Princess Sophia herself.