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Ling Luo's expression was grim, and he released the treasure, not for people to see, but for battle.

The sky was filled with golden light, buzzing and trembling, and the bowstring taut catapult prelude.

In the golden light, there is also a trace of deep blue shuttling.

The spatial energy of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, unlike the Noble Phantasm, can be projected out, but it can bless the energy to the King's Treasure.

This kind of treasure is actually not lacking in the treasure of the king, there are many kinds of them, and shooting the original canon is one of them.

The pure power of space, the interaction between the two worlds, made Ling Luo a little unexpected, it seemed that as long as the Rubik's Cube was there, he would not feel exhausted, and he was slightly out of the magic system.

Infinite gems, infinite energy, really extraordinary.

In this way, Ling Luo no longer hesitated.

The next moment.

Infinite Treasures, converging into a torrent, overwhelming, bombarded the blood pool and Xiao An'an.

The range of dozens of miles was full of scenes of shooting angles, which was completely beyond the imagination of those present.

As far as the eye can see, there are weapons, and it is really like destroying the world.

The flash of the Noble Phantasm, in an instant, the sonic boom is endless.

"Boom ......"

At the same time, the pool of blood under Xiao An'an's feet seemed to be stimulated by the treasure, exuding monstrous might.

It was like a natural disaster that vibrates, the blood pool explodes, and then explodes, and the continuous light detonates, like a pulse.

The next moment.

Infinite blood water, surging from the blood pool, is no longer the previous torrent-style small blood column.

Just like the flood of the heavenly river pouring in, submerging the earth, hundreds of billions of tons of blood, blood water, blood fog and blood clouds, endless eruptions, flooding all scenery.

Xiao An'an's method of defending against the treasure is the same method from beginning to end, but it is extremely effective.

Like the majestic power of the sea's eyes, the blood waves flew and flew away with the treasures that shot at them.

And not only that, this time the blood pool is too large.

Blood and blood clouds gushed down, and in just a moment, the battlefield where the miracle technique extended was already blood-red.

The ground also gathered into a boundless sea of blood, filled with blood-colored mist.

The waves of blood are rolling, the blood clouds are bleak, and the indescribable smell of blood is incomparably fishy, and it is as disgusting as drinking raw blood.

This sea of blood, not to mention the police department building, is more than enough to flood Kyoto.

The role of the miracle battlefield is once again manifested.

Ling Luo's eyes were quick, and when the blood spread, he included all the people on the earth into the king's treasure.

The viscous sea of blood echoes with the golden curtain of the sky.

"Oh my God, Ro. ”

Xiao An'an hung in the air, protected by the sea of blood that sprayed thin, and spit out two words.

This pronunciation is very strange, but Ling Luo can hear that this is a very ancient pronunciation, which belongs to the hieroglyphic origin pronunciation.

The difference between the pronunciation of modern Chinese and ancient Chinese, Ling Luo knows a little, and the school also has courses in this area, and his friend Di Li, who is a member of the Ancient Writing Society, has studied quite deeply, but in fact, it is more from the memory knowledge of Shining, the experience of the most ancient king.

However, there are also differences, and the details of Xiao An'an's pronunciation seem to be more strange and difficult to discern.

Under the spell, I saw that in the pool of blood under Xiao An'an's feet, a strange figure was gradually drawn.

And the sea of blood below flowed, and the blood flowed one after another, and slowly, it was drawn into the same pattern as the blood pool.

On Xiao An'an's face, the Shinto engraved light was magnificent, like the light of the demon since ancient times, stepping on the pool of blood, flying higher, looking down on everything.

Xiao An'an, who has been passive, finally fought back.

A swipe of the Blood Divine Knife.

seemed to be in response to Ling Luo's golden light, and as soon as Xiao An'an made a move, it was earth-shattering.

"Boom..."

A blood mist sword light that stretched for several miles across the sky struck the sky, covering all directions that could be avoided.

This is nonsense, miles of blood mist knife qi, pushed flat, even modern large residential areas are reduced to rubble, there is no way to avoid it.

What martial arts, what tactics, in front of this knife, are all jokes.

The so-called One Force Ten Meetings, the ancient cultivation of immortals, why is it invincible in heaven and earth, just because of the power of this ancient magic weapon, which is what kind of martial arts and tactics, and the concept of rules can be compared?

Ling Luo was about to swing his sword.

"Don't touch that blood mist sword qi, that's the essence of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, it's not a divine power, you will die if you touch it, and you will die if you are injured, you can't resist it at all. Nalan's hurried voice suddenly came.

Ling Luo is in a daze, and there is no doubt that he has him.

Is it called the Blood Divine Sword? Is there really a battle of gods in the world? What about them? How can miracles be broken?

Ling Luo's heart was racing and he had many questions, but Dao still quickly shook off his distracting thoughts, not the time to think about them.

The holy sword was raised like lightning.

“EX-calibur。 ”

The sword of victory of the oath, the light burst out again. Ling Luo's mana output this time was completely more than a hundred times what was needed to liberate the Holy Sword.

The burst of light cannons is tens of meters in diameter.

The power of a meteor-like light cannon.

Although the blood mist sword qi was strong, the Holy Sword Light Cannon burst out, which was enough to annihilate a city.

As soon as the two parties came into contact, the Holy Sword Light Cannon immediately exploded, and the light of the explosion, the power of the tide, completely submerged Xiao An'an's direction.

The sea of blood on the ground was forced out of an open space by the light explosion, and the power of the light that swirled into the sky instantly eliminated the blood mist sword qi that was strong outside and dry in the middle.

The light burst is continuous.

A moment later.

The light particles finally dissipated, and the sea of blood rolled back inward, churning with a disgusting fishy breath.

At this time, Xiao An'an's suspended figure actually disappeared, and there was only a pool of blood left in mid-air.

"Boom..."

Ling Luo instinctively blocked, the force shook the air, the sea of blood under his body was pressed into a depression, and the swords collided, Xiao An'an didn't know when, he had actually rushed over by cover.

The sword qi that seemed to be huge was nothing more than a feint.

Xiao An'an's expression was hideous, with a terrifying momentum, and he still wanted to fight in close quarters.

Ling Luo was also unambiguous, in the golden smoke and dust, he instantly put on the golden armor, and another piece of silver brilliance was embellished, and the bright silver-white and golden armor was inlaid on the edge of the gold armor, forming a new armor form.

Based on the shining gold armor and the armor released by the king's magic power, the newly generated armor is indescribably gorgeous and sacred.

The blood light of the reverse flow of essence blood was finally blocked by this double armor.

"Boom..."

My king's martial arts, intuitive skills, are not vegetarians.

Ling Luo's instantaneous counterattack didn't seem to be Xiao An'an's surprise attack, but that he had already prepared a trap.

However, Xiao An'an's demon bloody hand obviously doesn't care about this.

From the very beginning, when it was unable to compete with Ling Luo's strength, it was strengthened to the same strength as Ling Luo, and then strengthened to the explosion of inhuman martial arts, and it has been growing at an astonishing speed.

Ling Luo also sensed this situation, the sword speed of the two was a clash of thousands of swords per second, and every time a point passed, the strength of 'Xiao An'an' became one point stronger.

The feeling of intuition told Ling Luo that 'Xiao An'an' was constantly returning to its peak state.

And why it is a return, but I can't say it.

Suddenly.

Xiao An An'an swiped the divine knife, and the hazy blood mist knife light flashed, and it didn't seem to have the slightest power. And the speed is no longer so fast, and ordinary people can definitely catch it with the naked eye.

Ling Luo didn't dare to slack off, that sword qi couldn't be touched.

Under the 'intuition', his head and neck were slightly cold, knowing that there was a back hand after this knife.

Ling Luo rolled over and dodged, leaping into the air, his armor not affecting his mobility at all.

From top to bottom, Ling Luo backhanded a sword, slashing the demon's bloody wrist, the speed was as fast as lightning.

He doesn't know how to learn demon bloody hands and play slow motion. And this bloody hand is extremely eye-catching, Ling Luo sees that it is not pleasing to the eye, and it is it that splits.

'Xiao An'an' looked hideous, and only the killing instinct remained.

The bloody hand flipped over, and at a bending angle that humans would never do, he stabbed backhand. It's that weird inhuman martial art again.

As soon as the blood light lit up, the blood light that caused the essence blood to flow backwards also reappeared.

Ling Luo was unmoved, the armor was on his body, and it had little impact.

Seeing this, the demon bloody hand simply dimmed and disappeared directly.

The bloody hand suddenly split and closed, and the inhuman turned into a reverse palm, holding the knife with a few strange splits, swinging the sword of the oath, and slashing towards Ling Luo's neck.

The intuition is exactly the same.

However, at this time, Ling Luo was suddenly startled, and he was almost at a loss.

A deep sense of powerlessness emerges.

The intuition skill is obviously the ability to judge the 'most suitable for action', and it is almost predictable, but at this time, it is impossible to explain the movements of the bloody hand.

The martial arts of the bloody hand have risen to another level.

It was just a slashing action, but Ling Luo felt that there was no way to avoid it, and his intuition also told him that no matter which direction he dodged, he would be greeted with a more violent attack.

Ling Luo was a little confused, no matter how much experience he had, it was useless at this time, because this was pure crushing.

This is by no means the kind of my king, which can be easily explained by Western martial arts.

Ling Luo's horizontal sword, as fast as lightning, blocked this slow sword, which looked weird and inexplicably embarrassing.

The swords collided, and Ling Luo felt even more bad.

Behind him, there was a sudden physical pressure, as if his back was against the earth.

It felt so weird, there was obviously nothing behind him, but it was like he was leaning back to the entity.

The space seems to be frozen, and it is impossible to retreat.

"Titicaca..."

The power of the divine sword, like the primeval divine mountain, slowly approached.

Ling Luo couldn't retreat, like a meat grinder trapped in a meat grinder, squeezed and unable to resist.

Is this still a knife technique?

This is completely close to the Tao, Red Lotus's Bafang Yama, in front of this is a fart.

Ling Luo was in a cold sweat, who would have thought that 'Xiao An'an' would get serious and let him fall into such a desperate situation with just one stroke.