Under the night sky, a figure quietly appeared, a ragged black robe on his body stirred in the wind, and the fierce light in his pale face and eyes was full of murderous intent.

In the middle of his forehead, an eye-like pattern emerged, as if it were imprinted directly into the flesh.

"How is that possible!"

Artymor and Ra Lifa shouted in unison, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief, and the sword in his hand that still lingered with a few traces of red light, but was already filled with pitch-black fluctuations.

Equally shocked were the two daughters of Wind Gentle and Xi'er, who were holding each other to stand firm in front of the ground, and the undead's civil strife gave them a chance to escape. The alarm caused by the accident just now also reached their ears, and they couldn't help but look up at the past.

Suddenly, a touch of surprise appeared in Feng Qingrou's already somewhat gray eyes.

"Brother Feng Ren, are you okay?"

In his voice, he was full of irrepressible excitement.

However, Xi'er grabbed Feng Rourou's arm and pulled her towards her, shook her head, and said in a deep voice, "Don't go over." Now he is not the same Feng Ren you knew before. ”

"How is that possible? I can't be wrong with the way he looks!" Feng gently pushed Xi'er's hand away, and looked up at the night sky again, just as the gaze of the figure also swept down, meeting her eyes.

At that moment, the surprised smile on Feng Qingrou's face couldn't help but freeze, and soon turned into a touch of surprise, and even trembled all over.

That look, that breath...... Indeed, it is not the wind tenacity she remembers.

Why...... That feeling of chill that makes people feel involuntarily in their hearts, what is going on?

Feng Qingzi subconsciously took half a step back and grabbed Xi'er's arm with her backhand.

Xi'er didn't care about the changes behind the gentle wind, and once again took out her reincarnation compass to look at it, and her eyes suddenly changed greatly.

In the middle of the compass, the light that symbolized the wind tenacity among the seven gems did not weaken because of this, but it was a soft pale milky white that had been emitted before, and now half of it was covered by inexplicable darkness.

And from there, Xi'er vaguely smelled an ominous aura, which seemed to be the same source as the unconcealable aura of the blood clan or the ghost dragon that she had fought with before.

The breath of death that belongs only to the undead.

"Is it possible? It is impossible to become an undead creature in such a short period of time, and it is so powerful, it is completely different from what is recorded in the ancient books of the clan. This should be...... Oh, why can't I remember? Could it be that I fell asleep while reading a book again?" Xi'er frowned, a look of confusion.

In the night sky, grasping the Scourge Caracal with one hand, and holding the faintly mutated Burning Nirvana with the other, Feng Ren looked at Artimore not far in front of him with a deep cold face.

"You're all wrong. It is not one of you who should perish tonight. Rather, all of them!"

The sword was raised, and a sharp whistling echoed in the sky.

At that moment, the red light on the blade of the Burning Nirvana Flame was scattered, and a strange pattern appeared and printed on it from the end of the blade, and the pitch black that spread out flowed through the entire long sword, and the aura was completely different from before.

His gaze stayed on the mutated sword, although there was still a slight gap in the system, but Artymor quickly realized what it was, and shouted in a rare voice: "The Undead Holy Sword, Dark Chasing Stygian Blade, shouldn't that sword have broken with the Dark Elves Star's Burning Silence a thousand years ago?"

"You don't need to know that much. ”

Feng Qiang's body burst out, and he stabbed straight with a sword in a bland manner, but the aura that permeated from the tip of the sword made Artimore have to be cautious, and he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Bite!

The tip of the sword pressed against the scepter, and Artymore's face changed, and he felt that the energy in his body was a little oppressed, and he couldn't function normally at all.

"Damn, this is the power of the Dark Chasing Blade? plus the Scourge Eyes, even I can't resist it?"

He muttered in his heart, but suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"Not true. Two undead artifacts have reappeared, and this should be the favor of the great god of death. With the Cataclysmic Eyes, the undead can already reach another level, not to mention the addition of a Dark Chaser Blade. He wasn't an undead man, and there was no way he could truly harness the power of both. Yes, it's all mine!"

When such an idea took shape in his heart, Artimore couldn't help but feel a little more confident.

The spider lines on his forehead flashed with a dark blurred halo, and with a low cry, a majestic force erupted, and at the same time, the scepter pushed back, and the tip of the sword against it shook back.

But at this moment, Feng Ren's figure suddenly jumped up. Behind him, another wave of offensive momentum descended in an instant, just on top of Artymore's strength fluctuation.

Rumble!

The night sky trembled slightly, and Artymor took another step back, and before he could stabilize his figure, the wind tenaciously went back and forth, and a little cold light went towards his forehead.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Artymor did not dodge, but stood there and still fell with the sword of Wind Tenacity.

The moment before the tip of the sword was about to pierce his forehead, a thick black mist suddenly erupted from the spider, spreading along the blade towards the wind toughness's arm, and the surging shapes on the surface condensed into several skeletons with open mouths.

"It's you who don't know if you're alive or dead. ”

Feng Ren smiled lightly, his sword-wielding hand trembled slightly, and several silver rainbows suddenly pierced out from the spreading mist, tearing them all apart in an instant. Then, the tip of the sword was nailed directly into the middle of Artimore's forehead, but it was also met with a huge resistance, and it could only pierce a little distance.

Even so, Artimore still let out a high-pitched scream, and his body retreated dozens of meters, still declining.

"How is it possible? Even the totem left to me by the Death God can be wounded...... What kind of terrifying existence is it?"

And at this moment, Feng Ren left Artimore, who fled quickly, and looked at the side who wanted to sneak attack but was cleverly used by him to use his strength, and snorted coldly: "I didn't expect it, you swallowed me and the natural disaster at the same time, and it was not you who benefited the most, but me." ”

While guarding, he raised the Cataclysmic Eye in his hand and shook it, and the rich undead power diffused from the dark golden demon pupil and injected into the arm he was holding, which also caused his face to turn even paler, and even a few traces of meridians appeared.

"Don't think you've won. ”

She let out a roar of rage, her six wings trembled, and suddenly there was another wail, and the vague and mutilated dragon soul roamed nearby, which was the trick she used to easily defeat the blood clan before.

However, Feng Ren didn't intend to give Lai Li a chance to perform this trick at all, and the scourge eyes in his hand pointed at the other party, and the scarlet light in the dark golden magic pupil was flourishing.

In an instant, the power of the condensation completely dissipated, and her huge body was also shrunk a lot in the shaking of countless afterimages, the two side heads were broken, and only the last pair of six wings remained, and the bifurcated tails returned to their original shape.

At this moment, the Netherworld Ghost Dragon Emperor was re-demoted to the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King.

"The power you took away is now back to its rightful owner. ”

The moment Feng Ren's voice appeared, his figure had already come to the sky above the detachment, and he stepped down and bombarded the opponent's head.

Boom!

Although the size of the two bodies was completely disproportionate, it was the huge body that fell from the splinter, but before she could smash into the ground, a dazzling silver rainbow pierced the already lightly injured skeleton body directly.

The moment the sword light fell, it seemed that everything in heaven and earth was a little hazy.

The keel broke, the huge body shattered, and a large number of dry bones fell apart, dissipating into powder before they hit the ground.

At that moment, it seemed that the previous roar of the revenant dragon had reappeared, but it was no longer wailing and anger, but a kind of relief that had been liberated.

At the same time, the Netherworld Dragon King was detached and fell.

The sword momentum faded, Feng Ren suspended in the night sky, and the hand holding the sword trembled, and the whole body trembled. A look of extreme pain reflected on his obviously sickly pale face, and he bared his teeth.

However, as the glasses-like pattern on his forehead flashed again, the pain seemed to dissipate, and a strange smile rose to the corner of his mouth once more.

This time, the eyes returned to Artymour.

"Alright, it's time for you to follow in the footsteps of that big guy. ”

The cold voice seemed to have pronounced the final fate of the undead Destiny.

Who knows, Artimore laughed and said, "You don't need to bluff me, it feels very uncomfortable to harness the power of the undead with human flesh and blood, right? Or if you want to use this body to exert the power of the past, you are simply restrained, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Feng Ren showed a touch of surprise and replied, "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"If you don't understand, then let this scepter in my hand ask you again for me. ”

Artimore lifted his scepter and slammed it to the ground, and a circle of pitch-black mist spread out from under his feet, turning into countless strange tentacles in an instant, sweeping through the air in a circle, enclosing the entire range of tens of meters beside Feng Ren, isolating a separate area.

Immediately afterwards, the pain on Feng Ren's face reappeared, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes, a touch of anger.

"You guy, get out of my body for me!"

He raised his hand and threw it, and the scourge eyes fell into the night sky.

In an instant, the color of the eye-like pattern on Feng Ren's forehead faded a lot, and his aura also dropped rapidly, and his body fell directly as soon as he was weak. Unexpectedly, he was held up by the suspended Cataclysmic Eye, and several lightning-like rays of light emerged from the Demon Pupil and began to be injected into Feng Tough's body.

However, Artymor snatched the scourge into the air with a staff before that, and reached out to grab it in the air, sneering: "As I suspected, you actually have your own intelligence. Sealed for so long, you are not willing to continue to exist as a holy weapon of the undead, so you want to use the incomplete Dark Chaser and the power of this human to accomplish it. It's a pity that it's still too far away. You'd better accept your fate!"

The spider pattern on his forehead once again glowed black, and Artimore actually pressed the Scourge Caracal directly on his forehead, shoved it inward, and directly integrated it into his head.

I saw that there was an eye-like pattern in the middle of the spider pattern, but it was also fleeting.

"It will take you a lot of time to absorb it completely, but at least it will be fine. For the rest, let me recover the Undead Holy Sword Dark Chasing Blade, right? Even if it's a broken product, it's not too bad. ”

With that, Artimore walked to the side of Wind Tough, who had fallen again, and leaned over to pick up the sword that was still clenched in the other man's hand.

However, at that moment, Feng Ren's closed eyes opened again.

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