Compared to the original separation, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King in front of him was superior in size and strength, and what was even more terrifying was the pitch-black shadow mist that fluctuated around its body, lingering in mid-air and under pressure, the pale golden light from the shattered Saint Healing Heavenly Array quickly corroded, leaving only a slightly fishy gray mist.

For this strange power fluctuation, Feng Ren vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, and soon, he reacted that the fluctuation on the Netherghost Dragon King's body was the breath of extreme darkness, but it was far less pure and exquisite than the one in his body, and at the same time, it also caused a change because of the resentful aura of the undead clan that wiped out his life.

With the control of the extreme light attribute that is gentle and unskillful, it is naturally impossible to compete with it. What's more, his own strength cultivation is too far behind.

"Back then, I killed him, but I didn't know if you were there at that time. But since you dare to stand in front of me, you should be ready to stand trial!"

Feng Ren drank, the body standing upright in place did not move, but a touch of pale golden light condensed and formed around him, accompanied by a whistling sound of breaking the air, countless translucent condensed swords shot out, dense like raindrops, and the golden ripples made the originally dark night flicker.

The imperial dragon sword gang, the sword rain fires the plain!

The flickering golden sword light reflected in the empty eyes of the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King, but it was also startled by a faint ripple, it bowed its head and roared, and the bone wings behind it suddenly fanned, only to see that a little pitch-black roll in the middle of its shadow sternum instantly expanded and cracked, and dozens of fluctuating lines spiraled in the void, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a strange magic circle.

There was not a single sound, and the black strange magic circle that the Imperial Dragon Sword Gang stabbed into was instantly intercepted and cracked, and finally decayed into a puff of green smoke and dissipated in the wind, and under the hundreds of sword gangs, even the initial layer of its defense could not be broken, let alone the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King himself hiding behind the magic circle.

In the end, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King also seemed to have some troublesome unilateral defense, his wings trembled again, and the strange magic array erected in front of him reversed, shattered in an instant, and one after another pitch-black shadow fluctuations broke through the air, spiraling into a thick pillar of light in the void and bursting.

At that moment, all the Imperial Dragon Sword Gang was silenced into nothingness, and the unabated pitch-black fluctuations went straight towards Feng Ren, like a giant jaw that had spread to the largest scale, about to swallow the relatively small body directly.

However, in the face of such an attack that was far superior to his own, Feng Ren still maintained his upright body and stayed in place, not dodging or dodging, but just slashed the Burning Silence Nirvana with his left hand.

Laugh at!

The red flame roared, and the scorching sword qi surged through the air, instantly tearing apart the pitch-black fluctuations and shattering into a slender gap. However, after the blink of an eye, the surging shadow re-condensed and spiraled and continued to burst out, and its power did not diminish in the slightest.

"What?"

He was slightly startled, he didn't dare to slack off, and the Burning Silence Nirvana slashed back, but the sword momentum stopped in the void, and the red light that filled the sword blade burst into a violent flame and roared in front of him, as if an awakened ancient demonic beast showed its sharpest and most angry minions, and its power was great.

However, even so, it was still the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King's superior skills, and the spiral-shaped pitch-black fluctuations were only a slowdown in the attack, but the pouring shadow did not collapse because of this, and the resistance of the red flame on the sword was eroded one by one, and the deadly cold gradually hit the wind toughness in the gritted teeth.

"Brother Feng Ren, let's go, leave me alone!"

Lying on the ground gasping for breath, the wind drank softly and hurriedly, she knew very well that if she hadn't fallen to the ground and couldn't leave for the time being, Feng Ren would definitely not be in front of her, and her scarred body would have to fight against the fierce Nether Ghost Dragon King with a single sword.

"What are you kidding, I missed you once back then, and today it's on Nanda Road again, less than a thousand miles away from where we grew up, how can the same mistake happen again?"

Feng Ren snorted, and a wisp of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all, the stardust tears in his right hand flipped the tip of the sword and pointed back, and a faint chill instantly shrouded the wind lying on the ground.

"Gently, I'll wronged you first. ”

The sword came out, but there was no trace of killing intent in Sen Leng's sword aura, and only the distortion of the ripples in the space was triggered.

The space is claustrophobic and the stars are banished!

In the blink of an eye, the shattered space swallowed the gentle figure into nothingness, temporarily closing her in another space that was relatively safe.

After doing this, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Feng Ren's mouth, and the hand holding the hilt of the Stardust Tears Sword gently wiped his chin, wiping away the blood left earlier.

"Now, I don't have any scruples. ”

At the same time, he looked back and saw that the human defense line in the rear was still about five hundred meters away from him, and at such a distance, even the aftermath generated by the collision of the strong martial arts was enough to resist it with the remaining strong men after it was attenuated in the spread.

Moreover, at this moment, among the figures of human powerhouses towering on the city wall, there are many familiar ones.

looked at Feng Xinzi, who was anxious in the distance, and if he wasn't pulled by Feng Heng, he would rush forward, Feng Ren smiled faintly: "Don't worry, mother." I am also a person who has died once, how can I let you bear such grief again? Although you didn't say it, I know in my heart that it is absolutely impossible for you not to know what happened three years ago. ”

As the words fell, he turned his head back suddenly, and a coldness welled up in his eyes.

The sword roared, and the blade of the burning nirvana hummed and trembled, far better than the previous terrifying scorching heat and rioted, and the leaping red rainbow spread on the blade and condensed, with the full force of the wind and a roar, the fierce sword momentum descended the power of destruction of the judgment, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Lock the ghost torture sword, doomsday punishment!

In the past, he did not forget Wu Linwu's dissuasion, and such a desperate trick was tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst. But in the current situation, as long as it can solve the urgent need, then even if it is highly poisonous, what then?

There are too many things to protect, and the person to be protected can't have an accident, and he has no choice.

Rumble!

The space trembled, and the boiling and furious red flame roar instantly shattered the shadow fluctuations, and the fierce sword momentum pierced through the aftermath of the shattered weird magic circle, and was nailed to the middle of the sternum of the Nether Ghost Dragon King.

At that moment, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King was half illusory all over his body, and his huge black body was like scattered sand in a fluttering wind, and it dispersed one after another in retreat.

As soon as the long sword was withdrawn, Feng Ren raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he didn't wipe off the scarlet stained on his face and chin, but just drank in a deep voice: "Explode for me!"

In an instant, a dark red flame roared through the void, and a huge silhouette that burned and spread out was the body of the Nether Ghost Dragon King.

Roar! Roar!

A slightly miserable roar resounded through the night sky, and the vague afterimages scattered in the void recondensed in an instant, and the huge shadow body of the Nether Ghost Dragon King reappeared in the flames.

The power of the Burning Nirvana's evil fire was enough to destroy the soul, and the Nether Ghost Dragon's innate Void Body trick was useless.

But soon, the Netherghost Dragon King twisted his slender neck bone and let out another roar, his wings trembled and soared into the night sky, his arms and claws cracked, and the long whip-like dragon tail was also swept away.

Circles of pitch-black ripples rippled around it, and the surging red flames gradually extinguished, and the night sky lost its scarlet light again.

The pale golden light also fell silent, and after a flash of crimson flashed, a deep endless darkness emerged from his pupils, quickly filling his eyes.

At that moment, the Burning Silence Nirvana held tightly in his hand was also a red light withering, and a rune on the end of the blade close to the sword grid quietly changed, and the cold pitch black color spread on the blade, replacing the original heat. However, the sharpness of the roar on the sword has not decreased, but has become more awe-inspiring.

The magic sword is unsealed, and the dark chases the Dark Edge.

At the same time, Feng Ren also jumped into the night sky in a vertical shape, and the ten wings behind him spread again, but he saw the same inky black spreading from the root of the wings to the periphery, and the light blue condensed wings were quickly dyed into a deep color like the night sky, and the flickering halo also changed at that moment, and the broken spots of light condensed together, turning into a circle of shadow fluctuations that lingered around him.

The sudden change of breath is like an angel symbolizing light and holiness stepping into a fall, shedding his original whiteness under the baptism of darkness and entering the path of demons.

However, he has no regrets.

Looking at the wind toughness that had changed greatly in both its posture and breath, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King, who was still roaring before, couldn't help but slow down its writhing body, feeling the strange fluctuations rolling in the wind, it couldn't help but tremble, and the shadows lingering on its body dissipated a little.

On the other party's body, it felt a faint familiar aura, and it was also an aura that made it instinctively afraid...... It was the fluctuation that belonged to the peak powerhouses of the undead race, and it was the supreme power that dominated them.

Before, it was only from the Destiny of Destiny Artymor that I could feel it.

Not far away, Ganghori, who was supported by Raynal, also trembled, his shocked eyes came out from under the heavy armor mask, and he drank hoarsely: "How is it possible? Why is there such a fluctuation of aura on his body, even, even ......"

"Even as pure as Artymore, right?"

Renard said helpfully, but there was a hint of coldness in his voice, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he put down the long sword that was quietly raised behind Ganghori.

The time has not yet come.

......

Thousands of miles away, looking at the scene unfolding in the shadow light curtain, Artymour's hand brushing its surface trembled slightly, and his heart felt an irrepressible excitement.

"Okay, very good! My Undead Clan's Supreme Demon Sword, the Dark Chasing Blade, is indeed still in the hands of this kid, and it seems that the awakened power is even stronger than back then. ”

Below, the big corpse Wu Dan Xun was slightly worried: "Lord Destiny, is this not good?" It seems that the Dark Chasing Blade is no longer the original form it was back then, and can we undead clan tame it again?"

Snorting, a scarlet magic eye pattern slowly appeared on Artimore's deadwood-like forehead.

"The Scourge Eyes have all been assimilated by me, let alone a sword, when the two return to my undead clan together, it will be the moment when the real Scourge has completely swept over the world. ”

Speaking of this, he drank in a deep voice again: "But for the sake of the past, let's let it out." Dan Xun, you know what to do, right?"

"Understood. Dan Xun bowed.

At that moment, everyone on the battlefield focused their eyes on the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King and Feng Ren, and no one noticed that there had been a slight change in the clouds shrouded above, and the swirling dark clouds faintly converged into a huge hideous demon eye.

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