The Dark Chasing Blade slowly raised, and there was no trace of luster fluctuations on the pitch-black blade, Feng Ren looked at the Hesitant Netherworld Ghost Dragon King in front of him, and grinned: "What's the matter, is it possible that you are afraid? I forgot to tell you that Lai Li died under this sword back then." As her next Nether Ghost Dragon King, your fate will be the same. ”

The coldness of the voice was like the chill that permeated the sword.

In the distance, Gang Hori looked back at Renard and shouted, "What are you still doing here, put me down, go and help it! If the leader of any of the four undead royal clans is broken, it will be a huge loss. ”

Reynard, who had already made a decision in his heart, was unmoved, and replied coldly: "Such an interesting thing has happened, aren't you curious about the next progress at all? A good show has to be seen from the beginning to the end. ”

Under the night sky, the movement of the air flow seemed to be much slower, and a little bit of cold sprinkled on the strange shadow body of the Netherghost Dragon King, which actually made its huge body slightly blurred.

Suddenly, two points of scarlet flickered in its hollow eye sockets, and the moment the bloodthirsty fierce light was revealed, the chilling breath fluctuations rolled and erupted again, the huge bone wings spread out almost to cover the night sky, and the writhing neck bone bent into an arc moon shape, just to make the power condensed in its slightly open jaw more turbulent and ready to attack.

In this regard, the stardust tears in Feng Ren's right hand were retracted into the void, and the bright silver color disappeared into nothingness, and then secretly chased the Stygian Blade to change the sword into his right hand, and provoked a horizontal.

Other than that, there was no other action, but the surging aura of one person and one sword also suddenly surged at that moment, and the cold sharpness in the whistling wind slashed across the night sky, and a trace of broken ripples loomed.

The next moment, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King roared suddenly, and the giant jaws covered with sharp teeth erupted, and the dark red rays rolled wildly, and behind the blood-like enchantment, the cold corrosive power caused a series of slight explosions in the void, which also dyed the airspace with a layer of pale bright red.

"Broken. ”

Feng Ren just snorted softly, without the slightest fancy trick, and a sword was raised diagonally, and the tip of the sword was at the top of the dark red pillar. At that moment, the sword qi that had been roaring around him before stopped for some reason, and all fluctuations quietly dissipated.

Along with the Nether Ghost Dragon King's momentum, the dark red spiral spews of light splitting through the middle, shattering inch by inch until it was in its open jaws, and the initial condensation power was cut in two.

In the void, a cloud of pitch-black sword qi slowly dissipated, and there were no other fluctuations.

Suddenly, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon, who didn't understand what was going on, stepped back and roared in a low voice, for fear that the remaining momentum in the sword qi would hurt itself. However, what it feared did not happen, and the sword ended there.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, Feng Ren shook his head helplessly, if he was at his peak, it would be good to say, at this moment, with a scarred body, he could control the dark chasing blade with the extreme dark attribute that broke out in his body, and it was very difficult, and the power of the backlash that had been silent for a long time in the sword began to faintly stir again.

"Sure enough, this is a double-edged sword, capable of restraining the power of the undead, but it can also destroy myself. ”

Sighing helplessly, he knew very well in his heart that no matter the battle situation in front of him or the hidden danger of the sword in his hand, he was not allowed to continue to delay.

It is necessary to do it quickly.

In the same way, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King, who sensed that something was wrong, thought the same thing, his arms were stretched out, his bone wings were spread, his slender tail was hanging vertically between his split legs, and his neck bones were raised high and his head was a roar.

In an instant, bursts of even thicker black mist surged from inside its entire huge shadow skeleton, wrapping and enveloping the limbs that stretched out, including neck, bone wings, arms, legs, and long tails, with the only exception. In the blink of an eye, it looks like an octopus completely condensed from black fog spreading out in the night.

Immediately after, a phantom trembled from its body, pushing all the rolling black mist into the night sky together, and the eight strips of black mist that stretched out had previously bent and condensed into an arc, and the sharp roar at the top broke through the air. Overall, it looked like a sharp claw with eight fingers slashing across the sky, and in the palm of the strange mist, two scarlet flashes were the bloodthirsty and fierce light in the eyes of the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King.

The Netherworld Ghost Dragon Clan's unique martial arts, nine-grade high-level, eight-clawed burial soul.

This blow is like a conjuring clutch from the Grim Reaper, which is bound to crush the soul in front of it and drag it into the endless abyss of hell, falling into darkness forever!

The sound of the wind was whistling, and the moment it passed from Feng Ren's ears was also a circle of waves in his state of mind, and in the face of the fierce attack in front of him, he didn't dodge at all, and the ten pieces of eternal freedom wings behind him that had been dyed black suddenly shook, and the Dao halo that rose from the wings instantly turned and condensed, and fell into his left hand that stretched out, and fell into the palm of his palm.

After an instant, a little dark shadow quietly jumped in his open and held up left palm, and then turned into a flickering flame, the color was as black as thick ink, and each shaking left a broken afterimage in the void, but it also gradually expanded, burning.

Soon, the dark strange flame transformed into a delicate water lily with buds waiting to be released, lying quietly in the palm of Feng Ren's palm, accompanied by a sigh from him, and gently threw it forward.

At that moment, the crystal black flame lotus quietly bloomed, and the moment each delicate petal fell off, it suddenly erupted into an astonishing scorching roar under the night sky, and the endless pitch black demon flame gathered in one place, and it condensed into a mighty dragon circling the void, and looking up towards the approaching faint demon claw was a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Evil Spirit Shadow Fire, Pure Sky Flame Lotus, Black Radiance King Dragon's Roar!

The astonishing spatial distortion suddenly roared in the void, and the scorching and cold shock fluctuations erupted at the same time, and the darkness that further obscured all the light, adding a few more gloom to the already dim night.

Finally, with the screeching sound of a cracking silk, the claws and the dragon were wiped out at the same time.

The aftermath was still stirring, and the battle was not over, the figure of Feng Ren Fei shuttled through the agitation of the cold wind, and the side sword instantly slashed at the chest of the Nether Ghost Dragon.

I only heard a crisp sound from the sharp cold sword qi splitting, and watched the shadow bones that turned into hazy illusions instantly return to their original shapes, and the three broken ribs fell into the air, which was easy to decay into nothingness in the wind before landing.

Roar!

The Netherworld Dragon King raised his head and roared again, but unfortunately this time there was no more power at all, and the roar in his voice was full of its wails and pain.

Wind Ren stood in the air and sighed, and a little blood dripped from the fingers of the sword holder, no longer the color of scarlet, but as black as ink as the blade of the Dark Blade.

If the limit is approaching, then at least wipe out the death demon dragon in front of you first!

With a scolding from the bottom of his mouth, his figure burst out again, and the straight black sword blade broke through the air and stabbed, and the sword contained the resentment of the undead, but it was a deadly counterattack to the rotten undead natural disaster.

The body of the Netherworld Dragon King fell to the ground, raising countless dust, and under the huge body, the five or six dark knights who had no time to dodge were crushed into pieces. However, it didn't have time to care about this, the hideous bone wings hastily folded in a stack, like a shield in front of it, and more than a dozen protruding midnight transparent bone spurs rippled in circles, vaguely condensing into a barrier to block itself behind it.

"Dying, useless!"

Feng Ren shouted angrily, and with the help of the trembling propulsion power of the Eternal Freedom Wing, he fell rapidly, and the dark blade slashed in an instant, and the pitch-black arc-shaped sword gang roared and trembled.

Laugh at!

With a single sword, the shadow barrier shattered, and several broken bone spurs flew out of the stacked wings of the Nether Ghost Dragon King, and the last defense in front of it no longer existed.

The tip of the sword pointed directly, the figure drilled, and the spiral pitch-black sword roar shot out together with the falling figure of the wind toughness, and the cold sword intent roared at the same time as the anger in his heart, and the oath of unyielding resistance of the human race to the undead!

"What are you doing? If you don't make a move, it's going to fall here!"

Gang turned his head and drank, looking at Reynard with a hesitant look in his eyes.

However, at this moment, the power of the magic sword was at its peak, and a vision that shocked humans and the undead suddenly appeared in the night sky.

The shrouded dark clouds burst open, and a huge scarlet demon eye was imprinted on the night sky, and the terrifying oppression of the deep cold piercing the trembling soul quickly descended, spilling on every corner of the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, a huge shadow figure also came out of the demon eye, and it crossed the sky like a falling meteor, and in the blink of an eye, it was already blocked between Feng Ren and the Nether Ghost Dragon King, and the hideous figure completely unfolded.

Roar!

The unprecedented terrifying fluctuations burst wantonly, and the sword momentum of the dark blade was actually slow, and the wind and body were frozen in mid-air, but they did not stop completely because of this, and with a low roar, the blade rose sideways and slashed horizontally.

In front of him, a huge black shadow also swung up, colliding with the pitch-black blade.

Ping!

Feng Ren's body instantly retreated, and the trembling of the sword-wielding hand spread the sharp pain and paralysis all over his body, and when he looked up, a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, which was already viscous and black.

At the same time, a hideous shadow arm snapped and fell into the air, and finally scattered into bursts of gray and black debris on the ground.

Coughing up blood in the lack of breathing, Feng Ren forcibly concentrated the spirit of fainting, looked forward, and suddenly couldn't help but be startled and gasped. Not only him, but almost all the human powerhouses watching the battle in the distance were like this, and the joy that had just appeared on their faces instantly froze, but it was replaced by a violent shock.

Standing in front of the Netherworld Dragon King was a huge figure somewhat similar to it, also made of shadow bones all around, resembling a demon dragon. However, the aura of the newly emerged undead creature was even more cold and weird, and the unfolded hideous bone wings were also larger than those of the Nether Ghost Dragon King, and the six arms extended on both sides of the body, one of which was cut off in half, apparently being cut off by the Dark Chasing Blade just now.

The undead dragon stared at Wind Toughness, its jaws spread, and a slightly hoarse voice came out.

"Human boy, I can't imagine that it was you who hurt me back then. Today, again!"

Hearing this, Feng Ren was even more startled, and a faint sense of familiarity made him cry out: "Artimore!"

"Yes, yes, it's this seat. It's a pity that now I'm thousands of miles away, and I can only use the body of this Death Celestial Dragon to meet you. However, it is enough to want to erase you. For the sake of you helping me bring the Dark Chasing Blade, I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

When the words fell, its wings trembled, and the remaining five sharp claws poked out at the same time, and the moment strange fluctuations appeared, the space was actually imprisoned, and the cold aura poured from all directions to the isolated and helpless Feng Ren.

But at the same time, another extremely powerful whistle fell from the sky, and a bright golden light pierced through the thick dark clouds entrenched in the night sky, obliquely hitting the earth.

In just an instant, the golden light pierced through the two sharp claws of the Death Celestial Dragon at the same time, and the stump of the shadow instantly turned into nothingness!

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