"My sword, no matter what it becomes, can't be handed over to you!"

A roar sounded, and Feng Ren, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly rolled over, and slashed at the cold blade of the Dark Blade, just in time for Artimore's left hand, which was stretched out with five fingers.

Laugh at!

Purple-black blood splattered, three severed fingers of different lengths fell to the ground, and a few bursts of fishy smoke rose from the sections, as if they were rotten fish meat that had been put for centuries, which was disgusting.

Taking a few steps back, Artimore looked at his left hand with three fingers cut off in disbelief, and his face was full of hideousness: "Damn human, even if you want to die now, I can't satisfy you!"

A thick and tumbling viscous purple mist suddenly rose from the severed finger, bubbled and condensed into the shape of a finger before quickly stopping. After most of the smoke cleared, the three fingers that seemed to be newly emerging from the flesh trembled slightly, as if they were still adapting. On their surface, dozens of thin sticky liquids still emitted a trace of purple mist.

The three fingers of the freshman's left hand were held on the scepter together, and Artimore looked at Feng Ren, who was barely able to fall on one knee with a long sword not far away, and said contemptuously: "I'm afraid that just now is already your last blow, right? I can't stand up, where is the arrogance before? Your sword, I'm going to decide." ”

The finger of the Aerial Scepter didn't seem to stir up a trace of energy fluctuations.

However, as if it had been hit hard, Feng Ren's body suddenly fell back dozens of meters, and actually crashed into a low-altitude suspended ghost dragon, and crashed to the ground along with the huge body.

Even the Nether Ghost Dragon couldn't help but raise its head and scream, and its body snapped from it. In that position, there was a huge depression, and in it was the shape of the wind tough, half of which had been buried by the dust that had been kicked up.

However, his hand holding the Dark Blade and the entire sword were still outside the dust, and the cold light on the blade was still there.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Several mouthfuls of dirty blood spurted out, and Feng Ren's face became even paler, as if he had applied a large amount of foundation, without a trace of blood. However, he is still alive.

Artymor came to the side of the depression, raised his hand and pointed out a pitch-black streamer to completely wipe out the half of the Nether Ghost Dragon that was still gasping for breath and had not yet been completely killed, and then looked down at Feng Ren below, and hummed: "Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought, your life is very hard." That's right, after torturing you to the fullest, and then turning you into the lowest undead creatures, and enslaved to our people for eternity. ”

"Don't think!"

Feng Ren raised his head suddenly, and the blade of the sword was stained with the blood he spewed out, and the dark chaser blade raised a slash, which actually shocked a large area of majestic energy, and the blood mist roared out of the same unwilling fighting spirit as his soul, and the deep cold sword intent was carried through it, and it merged into a final blow that put everything together.

Lock the ghost torture sword, bloody and heavenly creation.

In a situation like where almost half of his feet were in the midst of death, it was the strongest moment of the sword.

In an instant, Artimore's figure was swallowed by the sword intent and the blood mist.

Did it work?

A weak smile appeared at the corner of Feng Ren's mouth, and his body shook again, and even if the long sword was inserted into the earth, he could not continue to maintain this half-kneeling position.

However, a force of oppression that broke through the blood mist crushed the last hope in Feng Ren's heart, and he stared at Artimore's unscathed figure above him with round eyes, his body falling backwards, unable to move.

"It's a shame. The sword just now is really powerful, and if it is changed to a slash in a peak state or a Raynal who is caught off guard, he may suffer a lot of trauma. But for me, it's useless. ”

Artimore smirked, and a layer of dark golden ripples in front of him suddenly dissipated.

In front of his barrier, the bloody Heavenly Creation that Feng Ren's last will roared out was also pale and weak.

Is it all over? This overwhelming force is really no match for it...... I just don't know if she took the opportunity to escape...... With Xi'er here, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

A helpless and sad wry smile appeared on Feng Ren's face, and he simply stopped resisting.

What's more, it's already overwhelming.

"From now on, step into the immortal hall of the undead. ”

Artimore raised the scepter in his hand high, and a slender purple-black thorn blade suddenly emerged from the end, stabbing at Wind Tough's chest.

However, at the moment when the tip of the thorn blade was still the last inch away from Feng Ren's chest, Artimore suddenly shuddered, and dozens of small wounds cracked out of the robe on his body, and the cold and cold breath that was almost the same as the aura in the previous Dark Chasing Blade Sword Momentum quietly permeated the cracks.

"How is that possible?"

He took a step back in disbelief, and looked down to see his tattered and fluttering ancient robe, and there was a slight cutting pain coming from several places on his body, which was able to suppress the energy in his body.

The anger of the bloody Heavenly Creation, he was not able to completely dissolve it before.

The undead's method of defense, even if there is only a remnant of the body, can still break through the part.

"Chasing the Dark Blade, after all, I still underestimate you too much? But that's just the extent of it, it's not enough at all. ”

Artymor sighed and stepped forward again, the thin blades emerging from the scepter stabbing once more towards Wind Tough's chest.

At the same time, the sound of a whistling wind sounded, and a coquettish shout came from far and near, quickly approaching.

"You get out of the way of Brother Feng Ren!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Artimore didn't look at it, but struck out with a free hand in the shape of a palm, and the small hand that fluctuated with a rich pale blue luster that fell softly in the wind was in one place, causing a large ripple of force.

At this moment, there was a tingling sensation in his brain. On the forehead, a scarlet magic eye pattern with a hint of dark gold appeared in the center of the spider pattern.

"Damn, at a time like this?"

Artimore's expression changed drastically, and the strength in his palm disappeared in an instant.

The wind was gentle, but it didn't matter what was going on with him, the delicate body twisted as the body hit the ground, and another force penetrated into the arm and exploded, and the wave-like streamer flashed from between her fingers, and the violent impact instantly shook Artimore's tall and thin body into the air.

Then, she followed closely behind, and the offensive returned.

Feng Ren looked at the figure of Atimore who was chasing Atimore softly in surprise, and he actually had the upper hand for a while, and he couldn't help but feel inexplicable in his heart.

A breeze blew, and Xi'er's figure also fell to his side, and he stretched out his hand to hand it over, but found that the other party was unable to hold it, and it was worth grabbing his wrist and pulling up the whole arm behind his neck, and lifting his body with the other hand, and at the same time pulling up the upside-down Dark Chasing Blade on the ground.

"Go, the wind is gentle, and this form won't last long. ”

Xi'er's tone was very urgent, but before leaving, she was still stopped by Feng Ren barely using a little strength.

"Tell me first, what the hell is going on with her now?"

Xi'er didn't hide it, and replied lightly: "It's just the power of time." I temporarily rewind the time on her and return her to half an hour ago, when she was still in the state of unlocking the seal of the power of the Seven Emperors, but it didn't last long. And, at her request, I lifted a small more. With her current state, it would not be a problem to barely compete with the Dao level generals. Besides, the undead lord seems to be in a bad state at the moment. ”

"So, what will be the side effects?" Feng Ren didn't think that the state of the wind could dissipate without any backlash, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

Xi'er shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know." No matter how much you break the seal of the Seven Emperors or turn back time in your body temporarily, either of them may have unpredictable adverse consequences after the end. If you put both together, it will be light if you scrap it, and it is likely to fall directly. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, I am afraid that you will enter a state of dementia and lose all your previous memories. ”

"Then why are you doing this!" Feng Ren struggled to break free from Xi'er's support, and grabbed her collar with both hands, and drank angrily.

Hearing this, Xi'er's expression changed, she raised her hand and patted down Feng Ren's arms, which didn't have much strength at all, and snorted: "She did this for you! The last bit of delay she exchanged for her life, you still have to waste it here and me!"

Being slapped like that by Xi'er, Feng Ren's legs were weak and he took two steps backwards and fell down again, lying on the ground and looking up at the night sky, only to see that the wind was still fighting in Artimore, and the current situation was reversed again, and there was no tendency to win or lose.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and replied, "I can accept that kind of means, right? Come on, I owe her too much, how can I walk away here?"

"Are you crazy? You finally have a chance to survive, but you still have to bury yourself. I don't care if you don't take your life seriously, but I can't let that girl's last bit of hope be dashed. I'm sorry. ”

Xi'er drank, leaned in front of Feng Ren and slapped him on the forehead.

Suddenly, Feng Ren trembled and stopped moving.

Waving her hand and looking up at the sky, Xi'er stared at Feng Qingrou's figure that showed defeat for some reason, and sighed faintly: "You two are also similar, and you don't care about your own lives at all." However, I will not let one of the Seven Emperors who I have managed to find die here. The wind is gentle, you hold on a little longer. ”

With that, she picked up Feng Ren's body, and there was a haze around her body.

The next moment, the figures of the two people were gone.

In the night sky, the wind gently opened its arms, and the pale blue wavy shield froze in front of him, and he met the staff that Artimore had cleaved in front of him.

Boom!

The pale blue surface was crisscrossed with cracks, and her delicate body plummeted dozens of meters away along with the broken shield.

"Little girl, I just let you succeed when I was not in a good state, don't take it too seriously. The gap between you and me is not so easy to pull back. ”

Artymore pressed one hand on his forehead, and held the scepter in the other, pointing at the gentle wind. There was still a trace of pain on his face.

Taking advantage of the scars left by the Dark Chasing Blade, the Cataclysmic Eye in his body, which could not be truly assimilated and absorbed, began to struggle to resist.

However, it is only a matter of time before the crackdown resumes.

Glancing at the several Nether Ghost Dragons that had restarted to rise into the air around them, Artimore simply retreated a few dozen meters and raised his scepter.

"Up, put her to an end. ”

Receiving the order from the undead Destiny, the Nether Ghost Dragon, who had lost its leader, did not dare to resist at all, so they had to flap their wings and step forward, and more than a dozen huge figures easily surrounded the wind from no direction.

The jaws opened, and a cluster of scarlet light surged between the two rows of pitch-black teeth, and all the Nether Ghost Dragons were charged together.

Feng gently covered his injured left arm, glanced around at the situation, and finally looked at the location where Feng Ren was before, and when he saw that there was no one there, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and a poignant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Almost, it's time to finish. Before this body can't hold on, continue to do something for Brother Feng Ren. ”

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