Rumble!

A beam of gray-black light instantly pierced through the space and shot quickly, Adam snorted lightly, his toes dotted the air, and the [Dao Sword Ming Qi] split out a brilliant silver sword light, probably thinking that it was not enough, and it was a backhand sword split, and then a more dazzling silver sword light followed.

The two sword lights met the gray and black beams one after another, and the explosion was generated, and the shock wave completely dissipated in the air half a kilometer away from the aircraft.

In the light of the explosion, a gray and black shadow burst out and rushed towards Adam with lightning speed, and Adam, who was forced by the situation, did not dare to dodge, so the two lights and shadows in the sky, one silver and one gray and black, scuffled.

A heavy and strong man's voice came from the loudspeaker of the aircraft at this time, not high in the howling wind, or even very small, but it was enough for Yichen, who had excellent ear power, to hear: "Yichen, wake up!" Don't do anything stupid! ”

The sudden man's voice made the smoke and darkness that floated out of the corner of Yichen's eyes, who was fighting with Adam, fluctuate twice, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he clenched his fist and hit Adam's door.

The impact of the injury was felt at this moment, and Adam, who was not flexible enough, only had time to dodge his head, but his right shoulder was not spared, and a punch went down, involving a sword wound on his chest, and he fell in an instant.

Fortunately, in hand-to-hand combat, Adam, the former captain of Dawn, is much more experienced than the fledgling Yichen, even if the demon has improved Yichen's fighting instinct a lot, but in terms of skills, Adam is still a step ahead.

When receiving the opponent's punch, Adam was not idle, and the silver light sword that had already been handed over to his left hand was picked up, and the silver feather attached to the thunder and lightning element on the hilt of the sword became extremely hard and sharp.

The silver feather pierced into Yichen's right chest, and when it pierced halfway, it was squeezed by the powerful flesh, and it was difficult to advance the slightest, but despite this, the irascible thunder and lightning element still took the opportunity to invade the flesh and blood, and the thunder and lightning current made half of Yichen's body turn silver.

With a bang, Yichen's right chest exploded, and then he withdrew, and Adam also staggered in the air.

Only a small part of Yichen's right chest under the demonic qi protection body was damaged, but even so, the injury had already been formed, and the demonized dark power was clearing the power of thunder and lightning that was wreaking havoc in the flesh and blood, preventing the injury from expanding.

Clutching his chest, Adam spat a mouthful of blood into the air and stared at Yichen without saying a word.

Angered by that bland gaze, Yichen roared and threw the [Dao Sword Night Beam] in his hand into the air, pointing directly at Adam.

The index finger and middle finger were brought together, and Adam moved forward slightly, and the [Dao Sword Ming Qi] floating on the side of his body flew out like a wild horse, catching up with the gray-black light.

The sword of darkness and the sword of thunder and lightning, which had already possessed spirituality, fought sonorously in the sky, and the sound of the metal crash of the bell and the crisp sound of the sword resounded alternately, composing a loud and uplifting battle song.

At the moment when the two Dao swords collided, Yichen rushed out of the place, looking at such a posture, he still had to fight hand-to-hand, Adam was not afraid, a thunderclap, humanized lightning, and also rushed out.

The two lights and shadows wrestled together, and the power of darkness and the power of thunder and lightning vented on each other, making terrifying sounds of terrible power.

You punch me and kick me, you punch my fist and I kick it, the fighting skills that can still be on the table become a hooligan fight when you fight, one is angry and irrational, the other is so angry that he doesn't care about face, no matter what moves, punching and kicking to beat the other party into a pig's head is the right way.

Thor's drone captured the unsightly picture, and Jades, Michael and others standing in front of the screen looked at each other, and then looked up at the sky as if they hadn't seen anything, except for Gorman, pinching his chin and staring at a pair of big eyes, watching with relish, and even commenting on a few vulgar words such as "this punch is obscene" and "hooligan three-legged" from time to time.

Before she could say the last sentence, Yi Tianzheng was pushed away from the microphone by her lover, and into the microphone, Dong Mi'er, who had already cried more than once, had tears welling up in her eyes, and she said to the microphone with a sobbing voice: "Son...... Son, I'm ...... Mom. ”

The woman's sobbing voice was not big and clear enough to reach the sky through the megaphone, and also into Yichen's ears, although it could not be compared and measured, but I have to admit that the embodiment of maternal love in sensibility is often much greater than father's love.

As soon as Dong Mi'er spoke, Yichen was stunned, the fist in his hand stopped in mid-air, his gray and black eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from, and there was a rare look of struggle on Ban Ji's face.

But Adam was caught off guard by Dong Mi'er, and when he heard Dong Mi'er calling for his son, his fist had already swung out, only a few centimeters away from Yichen's face, and it was too late to stop.

So, with a bang, the fist landed on Yichen's side face with unmistakable accuracy.

yelled, furious, the struggling Qingming on his face disappeared in an instant, Yichen went crazy, the demonic qi shook the sky, turned back into the ancient heavenly demon, and the fist was cold, and it bombarded Adam.

"Stinky, it's too stinky, don't think about stopping it before you start, what's the difference between it and a reckless man who only attacks but doesn't defend? Why did he become the master of the Dao Sword and his brain was not bright? Gorman smacked his lips at Adam's punch.

But after only two words, he was silent, and Jades's unkind gaze was staring coldly at him.

"Son, what are you...... What's wrong? Why...... Will it become like this? Dong Mi'er's eyes were red and swollen from crying, although she knew the reason, she didn't dare to mention Aixue at this time, and she didn't even dare to say her name.

She was afraid, afraid of losing her son completely.

The crazy Yichen couldn't hear his mother's words, and his fists hit the flesh, so that Adam was powerless to fight back, so he could only defend passively, but even if it was defense, it was still not enough, and three or two fists were broken by Yichen to break through the defense formed by his arms.

With a powerful punch, he blasted out Adam's defense, and Yichen actually left Adam behind and headed towards the flying machine where the sobbing sound came from.

Adam was shocked, but he couldn't stop Yichen who turned into a gray and black whirlwind and rushed out when he wanted to stop him with a punch.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, and the corner of the aircraft exploded directly, and the demonic Yichen rushed directly into the aircraft.

In the glass on the ground and the flying machine mixed with fire and smoke, the demonic energy filled every corner, but the natural ravaging of the gray and black demonic qi trapped the extraordinary flame shadow behind him in the corner.

Yitianzheng stood in front of Dong Mi'er, although he couldn't see the tyrannical demonic aura in front of him clearly, but with his father's intuition, he could feel that his son was standing not far in front of him.

"You kid, you have to think clearly before you start, it's your Lao Tzu and your mother standing in front of you!" Yitian shouted at the demonic energy.

As a father, even if his son has become a great demon who is neither human nor ghost, Yi Tianzheng still has no fear, to be honest, he is not afraid of death, if he can save his son, he doesn't want his own life.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying in the hands of his son, not for anything else, for his lover and for his son. If he dies at the hands of his son, what will happen to his son who has recovered his mind?

The son kills his father, this is a great unfilial piety, Yichen will fall into deep self-blame and can't extricate himself, how should he face himself, and how should he face his mother.

At that time, perhaps, death was his only relief.

Therefore, Yi Tianzheng would rather commit suicide than die at the hands of his son, because he didn't want his death to become a kind of inner condemnation for his son.

But behind him is his lover, his wife who swore an oath to protect him that year.

What should he do? Yitianzheng fell into a dilemma and dilemma.

Yi Tian Zheng was embarrassed, but Yi Chen didn't give his father time to think about it, and a hand casually fanned out of the gray and black demon qi and hit Yi Tianzheng.

A light yellow light suddenly burst out from Yi Tianzheng's body, and the temperature of his body instantly rose, if it weren't for the demonic darkness that isolated the perception, Dong Mi'er, who was very close to his lover, would definitely suffer a lot of burns at this time.

With all his might, a light yellow light was struck, and Yi Tianzheng's face suddenly turned pale, and the full blow consumed all his strength.

The blow that he sent out with all his strength was engulfed by the gray and black demon qi before it touched the slap, and the invincible attack of the enemy with Tianzheng looked so pale and powerless in front of Yi Chen.

With a bang, Yi Tianzheng was slapped out of the shoulder by Yi Chen, slammed into the wall hard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell heavily to the ground.

Yi Tianzheng, who fell to the ground, ignored his injuries, looked up with his head up, but his eyes were shining brightly at the darkness ahead, although he couldn't see anything, he knew that his son was standing in front of his lover.

"You unfilial son! That's your mom! If you dare to do it, Lao Tzu can't spare you! Yi Tianzheng's voice was hoarse, and he shouted out his throat.

The lover is just an ordinary person, his physique has not been strengthened by enhancers, and he has not eaten the Ares fruit, if he receives Yichen's slap, his life will definitely be in danger.

Dong Mi'er looked at the darkness in front of her calmly, probably because of the blood connection between the mother and the child, she could feel that her son was standing in front of her.

At this time, not only did she not have a little fear and retreat, but she had the joy of seeing her son.

didn't die, her son didn't die, it's good if he didn't die, it's good if he didn't die, Dong Mi'er was happy in her heart.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed the white and soft neck, and suddenly, Dong Mi'er had difficulty breathing, her cheeks turned red, and her feet were gradually lifted off the ground.

Dong Mi'er saw his son, with long gray and black shawl hair, gray and black eyes, and a cold-blooded expression, like smoke and darkness extending outward from the corners of his eyes, even the clothes were gray and black, and the son standing in front of him was like a big devil who had gone crazy practicing martial arts at this time.

Rapid and weak breathing, the feeling of infinitely approaching death did not make Dong Mi'er feel afraid, there was no fear or hatred in her eyes, and the eyes looking at her son were just filled with endless love and sadness.

was killed by her son, and the mother only had sadness in her heart.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, feeling the emotional fluctuations coming from Dong Mi'er's body, Yichen's monstrous demonic energy was a little uncontrollable, and he scattered and retreated.

Most of the demonic energy in the room receded, revealing the shadows of the flames on the ground and in the corners of the walls.

Without the darkness blocking his vision, Yi Tianzheng instantly saw a terrifying scene, Yi Chen was carrying Dong Mi'er, and his son was grabbing his wife's neck.

"Bastard! You unfilial son! Great unfilial piety! Yi Tianzheng shouted angrily, his eyes were already bloodshot and red, and he struggled to get up from the ground to fight hard.

At this moment, he is even a little crazy, he can die, he can even die in the hands of his son, but his lover must not die, let alone in the hands of his son!

Got up from the ground, with flames rising from his feet and hands, but before he could charge, Yi Tianzheng was hit by the gray-black light that Yi Chen casually waved out and hit the wall again.

"No...... Want! Seeing her lover fall to the ground, Dong Mi'er said to Yichen in a weak and hoarse voice, "Don't, son, he is ...... You...... Daddy. ”

Yichen stared indifferently at the beautiful woman in front of him who was grabbed by his neck and lifted up, and with just a light hand, he could solve this extremely fragile life.

But I don't know why, he just can't get his hands down, he can't exert any strength, he feels the softness of his neck, his hand seems to be petrified, and it is difficult to exert the slightest force.

Tears of grief slipped down the beautifully tended cheeks, and finally formed teardrops on the curved and smooth chin, dripping down and falling on Yichen's hand.

With a snap, the sound was so small, so faint, but at the moment when the tears fell on his hand, Yichen's body trembled violently, and the demonic energy emanating from his body became even more disordered.

Seeing that Dong Mi'er couldn't withstand the invasion of demonic energy, his qi and blood decayed sharply and became dying, and the demonic Yichen actually made the god send a god to control the power and disperse the demonic qi.

A white and tender hand grabbed Yichen's hand holding her neck, making that hand tremble slightly, holding her son's hand to reduce the pressure on her neck before Dong Mi'er could speak again: "Son." ”

A "son" became the last straw that crushed the camel, and a long-lost light gradually rose in Yichen's gray and black eyes.