At the time of the lightning and fire, the sky was overwhelming, and countless thousands of "mad messengers" brandished the magic sword Gramo at the same time, with the most crazy momentum, swarming from all directions, encircling and suppressing on a large scale.

Although he clearly knew that the other party was alone, at this moment, the feeling of thousands of troops was interpreted by the "Mad Messenger" to be extremely real. In the face of this incredible shocking scene, as long as the will is slightly inferior, then there is no need to really fight at all, and his own spirit will collapse immediately, and he can only completely let the fish and flesh go, and he can no longer resist.

However, when it comes to the strength of spiritual power, there is no existence on this earth that can keep pace with the dragon sun. No matter how shocking the offensive of the "Mad Messenger" is, in the eyes of Long Sun, it is nothing more than a child's play.

Standing proudly in place, unmoved by the illusion of the sky. Long Sun held the knife in his backhand, hiding the two demon knives of Ren Zhu and Qiding Nian Buddha behind him, and put on a unique posture. Mansheng chanted: "Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, six three-phase, static dyeing and two states, everyone has it." Three thousand six hundred—Troubled Phoenix!"

Before the sound fell, Long Sun had already stepped out, his two swords came out together, and he swung his sword left and right to slash sharply. said that it was too late and that was fast, and the sound of the phoenix's screaming shook the nine shadows and ten places. Countless fierce sword qi shaped like phoenixes swarmed in response to the sound, and at the same time they swooped in all directions. The number is so large that it seems to be even better than the phantom clone of the "Mad Messenger".

"Boom Boom Boom"

In a flash of thunder, the countless phantom clones of the "Mad Messenger" were completely besieged and destroyed by the Phoenix Sword Qi, which was at least three times as numerous as them. The sword qi was not exhausted, and it slammed into the mountain wall like a wild horse, and made the most crazy bombardment of the entire underground cave. For a while, the rumbling roar continued, and the entire underground base trembled violently, as if it would completely collapse at any time, completely burying all life. True to its name, the earth shakes.

Under the savage ravages of the phoenix's sword qi, countless solid mountains and rocks turned into broken powder and fell. The originally smooth and flat mountain wall is also pitted and pitted, like the skin of a leper. At least more than ninety percent of the wires and lights laid on the cave walls have been destroyed, and only a few scattered electric lights remain, which can escape by chance. The environment inside the cave became extremely dark. Coupled with the scattered stone dust, the vision is extremely blurred, and almost nothing can be seen clearly.

In the midst of the chaos, the savage howl full of killing beasts suddenly exploded! The "Mad Messenger" broke through the haze caused by the stone dust in the sky, rushed forward, and launched the final offensive. With a sword in his right hand, he stabbed head-on at the dragon sun. At the same time, however, his right arm whirled and twisted like a rubber band, and at first glance, it looked like a spring.

This move is the real killer of the "Mad Messenger". Forcibly rotate your arms to reach the maximum limit, and then liberate them in an instant, resulting in unimaginably powerful destructive power. The principle is like an electric drill, which uses rotation to completely concentrate energy at one point, so as to break the surface and be indestructible.

There is no doubt that forcibly rotating one's own arms is such a thing, completely contrary to the structure of the human body. Therefore, in a normal human state, it is impossible for the "Mad Messenger" to perform this trick. Only with the help of the power of the magic sword Gramo, he carried out the "swastika awakening" and made his body alienated, this trick was possible.

In addition, the power of the spiral sword depends on the number of times the arm is twisted and twisted. The more twists you have, the more powerful you get. But comparatively, the longer the preparation time is required. Therefore, the fundamental purpose of creating a large number of phantoms is not to kill the enemy, but to rely on the phantoms to delay time and create opportunities.

It's all as calculated. Although the phantom clones in the sky were all annihilated by the "Three Thousand Six Hundred Troubled Phoenix", they also succeeded in delaying time and creating a great opportunity for the "Mad Messenger". Between the hissing and howling, the "mad envoy" bet all the capital with the momentum of becoming a benevolent person if he did not succeed, and played his ultimate kill.

When it was too late, the distance between the two was narrowed again to the point where the breath could be heard. The "Mad Messenger" roared again, and his right arm, which had been forcibly twisted for a full fifty turns, suddenly reversed and turned in reverse, completely releasing all the power he had accumulated before. The magic sword Grammer buzzed wildly, forming a huge electric cone, stabbing at the dragon sun head-on.

The power of this blow is simply indescribable. Not to mention flesh and blood, even the armor plate of the tank car, I am afraid that it will not be able to bear it, and it will be pierced by the magic sword Gramohuo like tofu on the spot.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, dare to do it?" Long Sun sneered unremittingly and shouted: "Nine mountains and eight seas, there is no one who keeps on me." Three Thousand Worlds, Slash!" Before the sound fell, the dragon sun and the people with the knife turned into a huge sword blade tornado, roaring wildly, and swirling and sweeping.

The three thousand worlds are integrated in attack and defense, and the spiral sword is indestructible, and the two sword moves are originally indistinguishable. However, although the sword moves are not superior, the people who perform the sword moves are very different. And this distinction is the most important thing that determines life and death.

When the white horse passed through the gap, the three thousand worlds and the spiral sword, the two major killer moves, were fierce head-on. I saw that the spiral sword collided head-on with the blade tornado, but it couldn't break through the tornado's defense, but was pulled by the huge centrifugal force, causing the attack trajectory of the spiral sword to be completely deflected, and I didn't know what direction it was crooked. The "Mad Messenger" also lost his balance on the spot, and the empty door was exposed.

Immediately afterwards, the blade tornado mercilessly pulled the entire person of the "Mad Messenger" into it. Thousands of knives, at the same time, from all sides of the slashing and cutting, forming the bloodiest and cruel punishment. On the spot, the arms and legs of the "Mad Messenger" were all lost, and only four bare white bones remained.

Between the heartaches, the "mad envoy" who was unwilling to be defeated and died struggled and roared wildly, and a large stream of strange black gas immediately exploded through the body, and faintly formed a humanoid demon image with a small flat head and a small mustache on his lips, which was extremely familiar in the eyes of the world. The humanoid demon pressed down with both palms, as if to support his faithful follower Adolf von Heydrich. The flesh and blood at the wound began to sprout as a result, as if it was about to be reborn. It's a pity......

"Just ghosts, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?

His eyes flashed, and his blood sparked in the sky. Long Sun shouted, and the two knives in his palms were dyed with a fiery red light at the same time, crisscrossing and slashing fiercely. The humanoid demon that seemed to be untrue and was purely condensed with strange black qi was cut to pieces on the spot and wiped out in ashes.

With no backup and the last hope being stifled, the "Mad Messenger" used all his strength to produce the last despair in his life*. Immediately afterwards, he was crushed by the sword tornado and his bones were scattered, turning into a blood mist and scattering in all directions, worthy of his name, and there was no corpse in his death.

The crisp sound of "clank" sounded, and the magic sword Gramo fell to the ground. Immediately after, a hazy halo of light rose from the magic sword, and then like a magnetic magnet of iron, it automatically floated towards the human Zhu and Qiding Nian Buddha in the hands of Long Sun, and was swallowed by these two demon swords. The magic sword itself quickly turned rusty, and finally turned into a piece of scrap metal that was nothing.

The swords of the thirteen divine beasts, from the day they were born, were destined to fight each other. The victor will be able to completely devour the spiritual power that originally belonged to the loser. This continuous cycle makes the sword of the divine beast stronger and stronger. When only the last of the thirteen Divine Beast Swords remained, its power was unimaginable.

The magic sword Grammer, in the hands of Adolf von Heydrich, has already killed the other six divine beast envoys one after another, and gathered all their demon sword spiritual power into one. Similarly, Long Sun once killed the "Tapir Messenger" with human execution. In other words, there are only four of the thirteen divine beast swords left.

However, the real effect of the sword of the divine beast is actually to create a man who is qualified to be the father of the Jackal Princess, with the strongest physique and the most abundant blood. But Long Sun is not a jackal, and he has no interest in resurrecting the jackal princess. Therefore, although the two demon knives in his hands were strengthened again, Long Sun was not moved.

He retracted his sword and took two deep breaths. Then he walked briskly to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Although he has the ability to "make a white room", his eyesight is even better than that of an eagle flying in the sky. But now, I can't see what is going on under the cliff.

It should be all right, right? Because the Yellow Dragon's Ear can find luck. As the luckiest person in the world, Zaoshiro Emon should be able to save his life even if he falls under the cliff. Besides, if something happens to him, the Golden Dragon will definitely be in a commotion. But now, Long Sun didn't feel anything unusual. In other words, Zaoshiro Emon should be fine.

Since the heir of the Yellow Dragon's Ear is okay for the time being, then there is no need to worry about him. After all, Long Sun didn't come to be a nanny for Zaoshilangemon. As long as he can survive, then all roads lead to Rome, and we will finally be able to meet each other. As for now, Dragon Sun still has his own business to do. That is to save Hanada Junjiang.

Putting the knife into its sheath, Long Sun looked around and quickly found a way out of the underground cavern. He immediately slipped into the passage, but in a moment, he had disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, a slightly dull sound of a tiger's roar, which could not be concealed in any way, suddenly rose from the deepest part of the cliff to the sky, and in the roar, the whole cave shook left and right, trembling.

In the deepest part of the cliff, in an underground stone forest full of strange phosphorus fires, the inheritor of the Yellow Dragon's Ear, the forty-fifth generation of Zaoshiro Weimen, was covered in cold hair, with a forehead full of cold sweat, looking up at the majestic man standing in front of him, with an "X" shaped scar on his face. Even with the protection of the Yellow Dragon's power, for some reason, Zao Xilang Emon still felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Summoning the greatest courage, Zao Xilang Emon clenched his fists and hissed to the man in front of him, "You...... Who the hell is it?"

"I'm a tiger! a tiger that lives in the dark. ”

The majestic man with an "X" shaped scar on his face said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Just as you are the head of the forty-fifth generation of the jujube family, I am the head of the forty-fifth generation of the shadow tiger thief, Tiger Roar." Finally met, taking away our lucky - chop!