Hearing this, Artimore was shocked: "What, you can really do it?"

Feng Ren nodded, and sneered: "Of course, what kind of person do you think of me, can't you be a savior?" I'm sorry, I never wanted to become a sage who saved the common people, and I was even more unwilling to restrain what I did for the sake of the so-called worldly views. I think it's right, and that's the righteousness in my heart. With no other choice, if killing 10,000 people can save another 100,000, I will not hesitate to kill them. It's a big deal, it's a shame that is spurned by tens of millions of people. I just know what is right and wrong, and I don't need to care about other people's opinions!"

"I have never thought of myself as a good person, and there are tens of thousands of dead souls under the sword, killing to stop killing, and violence to fight violence. Stop fighting, Fang is martial!"

The sword came out, and the coldness of the howling did not diminish in the slightest. In this sword, there was not the slightest hesitation, some just roared in anger, carrying through the three-foot frost edge of stardust tears, and the fierce deep cold once again penetrated through the sky.

"Hmph, how much strength do you have left after that blow just now, sixty percent, or fifty percent, or less than forty percent?"

Artymor was unmoved, and laughed playfully, and the Scrimson Demon Light on his forehead was activated again, and under the shroud of a smeared flocculent streamer, the flow of air became viscous and sluggish, and Stardust Tears' indomitable sword momentum was also hindered, slowing down by three points.

In the next moment, he jumped down, and with a scepter drill, a pitch-black condensed spear tip emerged from the top, slashing at the front of a sword that struck Feng Ren.

Ping!

The sword light shattered, and the strong wind agitated and pushed the wind tough's figure back nearly a hundred meters in midair, while Artimore pursued it with the momentum, the tip of the spear drilled, and the deadly cold light roared wantonly.

"Don't think!"

Feng Ren drank it, and his left hand shook violently in the void.

At that moment, a sky-breaking sword roar came from far and near, and a sharp red scorching heat returned to his hand, burning with a burning silence that distorted the space, and with his flipping body, it drew a half-circle arc and slashed down.

Bite!

The pitch-black condensed tip of the spear instantly cracked, and a rushing faint red rainbow slashed at the scepter, pushing Artymore's body backwards.

At the same time, the figure that swept out quickly was already behind him, and the bright silver rainbow provoked by Xingchen's tears turned around, and the sword intent was clear.

Laugh at!

Pieces of quaint clothes danced in the sky, a line of dirty blood splashed in the sword light, and Artimore staggered out a few steps, his body swayed, and there was a slender sword mark nearly half a meter long on his back.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you. The same mistake will not be repeated. ”

He shouted angrily, clasped his hands on the scepter, and did not turn around, continuing to maintain his posture with his back to the wind tenacity, allowing the two swords of his pursuit to roar and slash together.

The moment the sword fell, a burst of scarlet ripples suddenly erupted from the outside of Artimore's body, and the invisible power instantly shook the two swords, and then rolled and rolled and collided, and it was directly imprinted on Feng Ren's chest like a heavy hammer.

His face changed and he turned pale, Feng Ren sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air, his body retreated violently, and the ten wings behind him trembled to the greatest extent, controlling the airflow around him to burst out at the fastest speed and retreat.

"Run?

Artimore snorted, turned around abruptly, spread out the five fingers of his left hand and slowly probed forward, his movements looked old, without the slightest strength at all.

However, Feng Ren knew very well in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for the other party to make any superfluous moves in such a duel, and he couldn't help but quickly scan the entire airspace in front of him, hoping to find something. It's a pity that there is no change in the slightest, and only Artimore can be seen in the distance, almost solidified.

Suddenly, a strange chill from behind him made his heart feel cold, and he reacted instantly, the eternal freedom wings stacked up, the body quickly turned around, and the stardust tears and the burning silence nirvana slashed together, a cold and a hot fierce sword qi, and at the same time roared.

I saw that behind him, there was a pitch-black giant palm with a demon eye, which poked out directly from the crack in the void, and the terrifying astonishing suction force reappeared in the sky.

"Break it for me!"

Whew!

The twin swords danced and slashed continuously, and the red and bright silver sword light weaved across the surface of the huge magic hand. In an instant, the sword marks suddenly flashed with blurred brilliance, the entire demon clutch shattered, and the demon eye in the middle turned into a pool of blood and fell into the sky.

"Well done. ”

At this moment, Artimore's ghostly voice sounded almost close to Feng Ren's ears, and the moment of shock flooded in his heart, he didn't dare to hesitate, and suddenly turned around.

However, the opponent's movements were faster, and the rod he pointed out was extremely ruthless, hitting his right wrist holding the sword.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was extremely crisp, and the tearing pain spread from his wrist to his entire arm, and finally rippled all over his body, causing him to let out a miserable roar, and the bright silver stardust tears fell from his hands.

Not daring to continue the fight, he withdrew and retreated, and the flames of Burning Nirvana could block the sweep of Artymore's scepter, but he never thought that the other party's left hand reached out again, and a line of pale and white light shot out from the five fingertips.

In the midst of lightning and fire, Feng Ren didn't have time to think about it at all, and the five pieces on the right side of the Eternal Freedom Wing behind him rose sideways with the rotation of the body, like a piece of sharp blades catching up with a chip.

Laugh at!

There was only a crackling sound, but it was a five-point shattering sound that came together, and the five pieces of the Eternal Freedom Wing, of different sizes, were shattered together under this blow, leaving only two or three inches of the last root.

However, with the help of such a sacrifice, Feng Ren was finally able to exchange for a fleeting respite, and the Burning Nirvana, which was suppressed by the scepter, suddenly erupted into an astonishing wave of scorching heat, and the power of the violent evil fire was once again completely vented under the heavenly dome.

Lock the ghost torture sword, doomsday punishment!

The red flame roared wildly, and at the moment of the final roar, it was already a dark red like blood, and the unprecedented terrifying heat was completely released in the sword roar, and the end of the destruction of the world danced violently.

In an instant, the surging waves rolled over the sky, and the sword intent ran through the heavens and the earth.

His expression changed suddenly, and Artymor also smelled a hint of danger that should not be underestimated, and when he retreated, his chapped lips trembled slightly, as if he was chanting some kind of dry incantation, and his arms were raised above his head, and the scepter shook gently in the void to draw a circle of pitch black.

Soon, the scarlet light of the natural calamity caracal eye pattern on his forehead was magnificent, tearing and twisting a piece of space in front of him to pieces, and in the cracks all over the void, the cold resentment overflowed wildly, and thousands of wailing ghosts cried out from it, and finally condensed into a huge resentful spirit with a height of more than 100 meters, dancing the illusory giant scythe in his hand towards the sea of sword intent and fire.

Boom! Boom!

The scorching waves devoured the resentful spirits, the cold and scorching heat, and in an instant, only the fragmentary fluctuations were left in the air, and the previous earth-shattering tricks were wiped out together.

The next moment, a jet-black sword light crossed the sky, a sword pierced, Feng Ren's eyes narrowed, and a burst of black mist appeared on the truncated condensed wings behind him, and in the blink of an eye, they reunited into new wings, but they were no longer the five wings before, but a hideous bone wing like a ghost dragon, faintly moving on it in a circle.

In an instant, the sword roared wildly, and the deep darkness completely covered the original red blade, and the sword intent was incomparable.

At the same moment, a high-pitched dragon roar trembled in the sky, and the illusory dark dragon shadow hovered behind Feng Ren, either hidden or visible, and ran through the sky along with his flying figure. Under the majesty and solemnity, it was a little more violent and cold than the previous dragon shadow, full of murderous intent.

Secretly chase the Dark Blade and unseal.

The ultimate darkness, the forbidden anti-heaven martial arts, the awakening of the dark dragon.

The double forbidden evil power that is regarded by the world as a demon spirit, but at this moment, it is for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of creatures in the Southern Continent to fight fiercely on the last broken line of defense, and once again launch an unyielding counterattack against the undead natural disaster that is trying to make death swallow everything!

Ping!

Under the cold sword light, all defenses were like a void, Artymore's scepter that had never left his body was broken in two, and the unabated fierce sword qi roared wantonly, and the pitch-black nicks were instantly imprinted on his chest.

Dirty blood splattered, his body retreated again, and the undead Clan Heavenly Destiny who was still extremely arrogant just now finally showed a shocked look on his face, he couldn't believe that the operation he had painstakingly planned for so many years would finally fail because of such a young human powerhouse.

"No way, this can't be!"

As his long, messy yellow hair scattered, Artymore roared to the sky, and a viscous scarlet light appeared from the two sword marks on his body, causing his wounds to heal quickly. However, the power that stripped off the body could not be returned, it was the power of countless dead souls absorbed, and with the slashing of the sword, it finally returned to the world.

It's just that what awaits them is not the expected reincarnation, but the disillusionment.

"Is this another trick? I want to see how many souls in that rotten body can resist death for you!"

Feng Ren snorted coldly, completely ignoring the dark red blood flowing from his mouth and nose. The sword slash just now was not only the loss of Artimore's strength, but also the lack of strength he had left.

"Don't worry, no matter how I end up today, you will be the one who dies first. ”

Artymore suddenly grinned again, and the laughter was grim.

At the same time, the dead wood-like flesh on his forehead suddenly twisted by itself, accompanied by a burst of dirty blood mist, and it was torn apart, only to see that among the dried blood veins and muscles, a dark golden sphere slowly protruded from the turned flesh and blood, and actually occupied the entire forehead of the original.

A crack appeared on the sphere, slowly cracking open to reveal a touch of scarlet inside, and the fierce light appeared, and the coldness and viscosity floating in the air increased several times.

The moment the orb appeared, the Dark Chaser Blade held in Feng Ren's hand trembled suddenly, and the blade hummed slightly, as if sensing something. Needless to say, he already knew it in his heart.

This is the supreme holy weapon of the undead, the Scourge of God.

"You have a lot of guts to release it directly. ”

He remembered the events of four years ago very clearly, the Scourge Caracal was spiritual, and he was unwilling to submit to Artymour

"As long as I kill you to get the Dark Chasing Blade, then I'm not afraid to release its power completely for the time being. ”

Artimore snorted, and suddenly the tall and thin figure burst out, and his hands were claw-like and grabbed together, and the movements were so fast that when Feng Ren noticed it, the cold killing intent was already close at hand.

But at that moment, Feng Ren's eyes contracted slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.

At this moment, in his eyes, all movements were slowed down dozens of times, as if time had been frozen and frozen in an instant, and he could see a blurred afterimage drawn under Artimore's claws, and any small fluctuations and movements were clearly discernible.

Eye Zero, activated.

"And so, it's over completely. ”

With a cold snort, Feng Ren's wrist twisted, and the dark blade slashed down, and the cold tip of the sword kissed directly to the other party's throat.

However, at this moment, the opened Scourge Eye suddenly flashed with a circle of strange red light, and as the cold spread rapidly, the confinement of time suddenly broke, and Artymore's movements became extremely fast again, and he grabbed it fiercely before the sword could be sharpened.

Whew!

The chest was shattered, the blood was splashed, the sharp pain of tearing the flesh and blood penetrated the heart, Feng Ren's face was pale and bloodless, the sword struck slowly in the void, and the body fell violently, smashing to the earth.

The wind was whistling in his ears, his vision began to blur, and when his consciousness slowly faded, he muttered softly in a voice that only he could hear: "How is it possible, it can surpass the Zero Eye?"

(In the next chapter, the battle for the survival of this battle of the undead will come to an end, mmmm)

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