What kind of perception mortals have of the dragon, the five-pillar demon god in the whirlpool may not know, but at this moment, she feels a familiar depression rising from her heart, and the power around her seems to feel the attack of a strong enemy, agitating her master, provoking the heart of the demon god, hoping to arouse the fighting spirit of this demon god. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the posture that a demon should have, in the face of the goddess's most favored children, dragons and demons are simply two extremes, someone once joked, if the goddess of creation has children, then the dragon is the most favored one, and mortals are the one who is left alone, as for the demon, it is the one who is disgusted by the goddess.

Now, the most unfavored child of the goddess has finally collided with the dragon head-on, and this time the meeting was not a friendly and cordial conversation, but a battle to the death between old enemies.

The whistling wind suddenly sounded, and the dwarf demon god rushed out, and the converging air exploded in Birmingham's ears like thunder, and the figure of the demon god had already swept by his side, and suddenly rushed towards the dragon hidden in the clouds.

The concussive wind tore the corners of Birmingham's clothes, leaving a shallow blood mark on his fair face, a demon god shot without reservation, how powerful it is, Birmingham can finally see it with his own eyes this time.

"Follow, the living!" said the lantern bearer, who had not spoken for a long time, but gave Birmingham a dangerous order.

The man with the sword pursed his lips and was silent, but his footsteps were galloping away, from the moment he became a mortal servant, Birmingham knew that he would one day usher in such a fate, the existence of the servant was for the dragon, and now since the dragon was in front of him, then as a servant, he had no reason to give up, even if he was exhausted now, even if the enemy in front of him was far stronger than himself, Birmingham still did not stop his steps.

If he can't even do what he promised, then is he still a nobleman?

The belief surging in his heart made Birmingham's carved and eroded body burst out with unimaginable power, whether it was a gift from the demon god to him, or the unreserved outpouring of the lord of the long river, in short, Birmingham at this moment was really like a shadow of a wind, drawing a brilliant color under the dark cloud-shrouded sky.

Faith is the power to make Birmingham selfless charge, then responsibility is the sword saint Simmel's never-ending help, as a sword saint, the identity of the nobleman has long been deeply buried by her, as a sword saint of the empire, it will become the sword of the empire, and this sword will become the most powerful force of the empire. It is also the chain that has bound Simmel all his life.

The dark red blood flowed under her feet, and the fallen person still had a trace of fresh breath, but none of this was Simmel's concern, she kept charging, even if there were few soldiers behind her, even if there were as many demons as many as stars, even if the other two teams were still missing, but the sword saint Simmel was still charging, swinging her sword endlessly.

The sword in his hand finally made a hoarse sound, and the matching sword that had accompanied him for a long time finally pulled out weakly after inserting a demon, and the soldiers beside him were no longer there at this moment, leaving only a piercing scarlet.

Losing the sword in his hand, those demons who feared the Sword Saint let out a beastly roar and roar, and the battle intent that had been suppressed for a long time reached the extreme at this time, and the claws and fangs became all the colors in the eyes of the Sword Saint Simmel, unable to block his way to Shengang.

"What is the sword?"

"Guard. ”

"Juggernaut why?"

"Responsibility. ”

"What about you?"

"Mortal. ”

The scene of the past flashed in the mind of the sword saint Simmel like a tide, that was when she was in ultramarine, the question that the singer asked herself, and it was also the end of her own step into this path now, as a mortal, she could escape, but as a sword master, she shouldered the responsibility, the sword in her hand, and intended to protect!

"A sword is forever, Emperor Liufang!" With a touch of his hand, he held the matching sword of the soldier beside him, and on the ordinary matching sword, in addition to the color of blood, there was also an ordinary name engraved.

Peggy, who didn't even have the surname of a nobleman, the name of a commoner girl, the name of his own clerk, and now that shy clerk was a part of the dust, the sword burst out with unimaginable light in the hands of the sword saint Simmel.

When the sword is eternal, it is the time when the empire is in full bloom.

The demeanor of that sword, the unrepentance of that sword, shook the demons, shocked all the people, the sky became blue, the sea stopped breathing, and the wind flowed quietly from the edge of the sword, with a wisp of fragrance that had never been seen before, it was the most prosperous flower in the midsummer of the Betley Empire, with a seductive fragrance, with the burning blood of the Sword Master.

A long sword mark traversed the battlefield, a slender figure slowly moved forward, every step, with unparalleled beauty, as if flowers blooming under her feet, every step, but also with an irresistible gaze, it seems that all the demons have become fallen corpses, but this every step also makes the hanging sword shatter a little, so that the hand holding the sword disintegrates little by little.

The disintegrating hand and the shattered sword have become the most brilliant blades in the process of moving forward step by step.

"Lord Swordmaster, please don't live up to my expectations, you will be the sharpest of the three halberds. ”

The flickering memories suddenly stopped, and the footsteps forward also stopped at this moment, Princess Sophia's hope seemed to still echo in the ears of the Sword Saint Simmel, but at this time she was too tired, so tired that she let go of the sword in her hand, and she was so tired that she was unable to move forward a little more, even if it was half a step.

The front seems to have reached the end, to Shengang, to the place where the halberds converge, the surging whirlpool, the oblique angry waves, the light is still flashing, but the confident princess is gone, as if the midsummer fragrance finally ushered in the cold of winter, leaving a daunting angry waves.

"Huh. The sword saint who stopped suddenly laughed, I don't know what made this sword master think of something funny, the blood-stained face showed an innocent smile, at this time she really looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, not the high sword saint Simmel.

The Sword Master was still tired after all, and after a long time, she finally ushered in a real rest, the moment her eyes closed, her pupils reflected the attacking demon, and the figure that dragged the sword quickly.

The Swordmaster, who was resting quietly, saw Birmingham chasing the dragon, as if he saw himself, the same fearlessness, the same firmness, or the same heaviness, the same shackles.