The stabbing swords, the magic that was summoned, a mile away, roared above Betley's deep harbor, but they were not facing an ordinary demon, but a great demon god who had descended in his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword in Birmingham's hand let out a hissing tremor, and ten thousand sword lights poured out, and the combined force of the servant and the Lord of the Long River struck a blow, blocking the shadow blade that the demon god slashed out, and the shock of the air overflowed like a blade, grazing Birmingham's cheeks, leaving blood marks one after another.

And followed by Xiao Aili to endure the discomfort in her heart, endure the information brought to her by the magic vein, and damage her own critical magic shot again, in this dark whirlpool, gathered a huge red meteorite, the burning flame sizzled, the flame devoured the seawater, the white mist boiled and diffused, like a white fog coming in the whirlpool, the heavy fog covered everyone's field of vision, only a flash of sharp light and the red meteorite that rushed to the sky, in the white fog appeared extremely conspicuous.

The sound of thunder sounded, the smoke rolled in the air, the little magician staggered, leaned against Birmingham's side, the hand holding the wand trembled constantly, and his pale face was imprinted in Birmingham's eyes, like a piece of white paper, feeling the weight of leaning on his side, little Ellie's trembling body and trembling lips silently told Birmingham that his little magician was in such a state at the moment.

"Be careful!" the returning lantern man didn't give Birmingham a chance to breathe, or the demon god on the other side wouldn't leave a chance for the ants in his eyes to counterattack at all.

The meteorite that exploded, the rolling air waves, and the terrifying eyes of the great demon god.

Colorful, like a treasure of the sea, but in those colorful pupils, there is a majesty that this mortal world has never had, just a glance, the meteorite that exploded stopped in front of the demon god, just one step, the tumbling wave of qi curled up at the feet of the demon god, just a wave, the sword qi that combined the lantern man and Birmingham's blow, it collapsed.

"Mortals, after all, mortals. The cold demon god let out a sigh, as if he was disdainful, but also as if he was sympathetic.

In the face of the powerlessness of the offensive, Birmingham tightly held the long sword in his hand, and Xiao Aili, who was leaning on his side, clearly felt an indescribable power churning and spreading on his master's body, it was an unfamiliar force, and it was also the power that devoured his master's soul.

"Master?" asked softly, bewildered, and got Birmingham's reassuring eyes.

"Blast!" A low and suppressed roar poured out of the agitated throat, and the power that spread spread around the body, losing the barrier of the pure sword spirit, the power given by the lantern man impacted Birmingham's soul without a trace of hindrance, and the white hair of silver frost suddenly gave birth to the white hair between the hair, and the corners of the eyebrows actually gave birth to a hint of girlish demeanor, and the lips were tightly pursed, and the lips that were not thin were showing a trace of cherry beauty at this moment, and the bone joints seemed to change little by little at the moment when the power rose and rolled.

This is the consequence of the erosion of the soul of the servant, without the help of the pure white sword spirit, the power of the soul alone cannot be resisted by the strength of a middle-level warrior, the most obvious thing is that the body and movements have gradually taken on the appearance of the original wind blaster.

"The living. The lanternman opened his mouth worriedly, watching a series of changes erode his servant.

"No problem. Mixed with a woman's voice, Birmingham, who was wielding a sword, locked his eyes, his thin lips slightly opened, and the wind suddenly sounded.

"Oh, engraving, that's something familiar. The demon god looked at the momentum surrounding the mortal, and the familiar feeling made her feel like she was in a different world, as if she had returned to the battlefield thousands of years ago, at that time, the person who stood in front of her was also a mortal servant, and also a person with an inscription, but once again, when she came to the mortal world, that person had changed from a girl to another teenager.

The demon god, immersed in the memories of the past, did not care at all about the roar of the wind and the sharp blades that came from the roar.

"Sword, Feihong!" "The sword momentum of the wind, as fast as thunder, the sword as thunder, the thunder sword light galloped, the sound of the sword moving in the wind, the galloping figure, replaced by a glimpse of Feihong, rushed towards the demon god immersed in the memory.

"But, it's just familiar, but it's not powerful enough, mortal. "The sword, paused in front of the Demon God's eyes, obviously as long as he took a further step, the sharp blade could pierce into the eyes of this terrifying Demon God, but this step was difficult to step out.

The weight of the mountain on his shoulders seemed to be beared, and his hands seemed to be stuck in the mud, and the sword stopped straight there, but the mouth of the person holding the sword was pouring bright red and warm blood, and the soaked placket reflected Birmingham's not very strong body, and the gradually blurred eyes seemed to be about to lose the trace of the demon god.

"Sword, streamer!" The tip of his teeth gritted, the blurred vision cleared again, and the hand holding the sword waved again, but the price of restoring clarity in this instant was that the black hair had all been dyed silver-white, and the snow-like hair was flying in the wind, and the charm between the eyebrows made the demon god move.

The clear female voice, the sharp long sword, the stagnant sword emitted a piercing beep, the difficult step was shattered layer by layer, and the terrifying enemy also showed a trace of surprise.

The sword, flowing with dazzling streamers, converged into a magnificent river, from the sword, from the human figure, roaring, rushing light, galloping sword, pierced the insurmountable obstacle, pierced the layer of heaven between the demon god and mortals.

The black and pretty demon god finally raised his hand, and the sword less than a finger away was pointed on the white fingers of the demon god, and the fingertips were the whistling wind, the flowing light, the colorful colors in the eyes, and the overflowing majesty.

"It's seven points similar. "Remembering the former Servant, the former enemy, feeling the sword blade of the flowing light on the fingertips, has the resemblance of the former Servant seven points, but this slightly praising word is tantamount to irony in Birmingham's ears.

The erosion of the soul continues to increase, but the demon god in front of him does not have the slightest scar, and the skeleton Rasfil and the succubus standing on both sides of the demon god still have no signs of making a move, and the reverence for the demon god has made them have a foresight of this battle, and the result can be imagined.

"It's really unpleasant!" the sound of angry shouting, the cold shadow of the gun, Fran finally came with a gun, and once again stood with Birmingham.

"Counter-current double, final. "The spear is sharp, the cold spear is like a dragon, and the shadow of the reverse spear suddenly leaks out with the galloping pace, like a torrent galloping, and thousands of horses roaring, obviously just a shot and a person, but it brings out the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Swords and spears converge again, facing the unshakable demon god, two different countries, people of different genders, come together, this may be the only benefit that demons bring to mortal humans, at least for the time being, they have let go of hatred and prejudice.

The blow of the convergence converged, in exchange for the demon god retreated slightly, and the stunned eyes looked at the person in front of him who had never retreated, the sword and spear that had never been put down, and the demon god showed a smile.

"Great ensemble, mortal. The confident smile was followed by a sudden burst of darkness, the sword and the spear bounced away in an instant, the figure fell out heavily, and little Elle eagerly picked up Birmingham, who was soaked in blood, with a little tear in her eyes.

After the darkness broke out, it was the sky-shaking giant hand that fell, the giant hand tore open the whirlpool, bringing more darkness and despair, and the two figures fell to the dust with the fall of the giant hand, and fell on Birmingham's side.

The former sage is now full of scars, blood overflowing from the veins of magic, although the look in his eyes is still bright, but his body has told the sage that he can no longer condense a magic, and the noble and confident princess, although there are not too many scars, but the resolute eyes have been replaced by despair and fear, although he holds the embodiment of the goddess's gift, the treasure of ultramarine, but he no longer has any confidence to pick it up.

"But, in the end, it was in vain. The double voice coincided, the short king rose up, the towering demon god stretched out his giant palm, supporting the king who rose into the air, the ancient demon god, has always been a desperate existence, compared to the all-pervasive peeping of the six-pillar demon god, compared to the ink-like darkness of the four-pillar demon god, the five-pillar demon god dream weaver has a very beautiful name.

Double body, double demon god, is both a five-pillar dream weaver and a three-pillar dark demon envoy.

Weaving the fate of death and bringing the darkness of fear is the best commentary on this demon god, and the best answer to Birmingham's despair at this moment.