The electric light beats weakly like the pulse of a dying person. Although the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info weak, it is also gathering what is left.

Caesar let out a rare roar.

The roar is like a command to yourself: this moment, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent.

Between the surge of electricity and light, it was unable to cause any damage to the other party at all.

The tall assassin looked at Caesar as if he were playing with a mouse, and there was a hint of banter in his gaze under his hood.

The two figures walked side by side towards Caesar, step by step, as if stepping on his heart.

The two bright scimitars are like crescents in the sky, and this crescent moon is gradually obscured by the black mist.

The black mist surged up on the blade again, and the dangerous aura was like a beast with its mouth open, approaching its prey step by step.

The corners of Caesar's mouth showed a hint of helplessness, but there was firmness in his eyes.

Looking at the blade that was close at hand, his long sword did not mean to flinch. Instead, at this moment, he clenched the sword in his hand, letting the dark purple electricity beat on the blade.

Two scimitars slashed through the shackles of space, carrying a tornado-like black mist, and in an instant, they came to Caesar's eyes.

The two knives, one left and one right, were aimed at his neck, and the purpose was to kill him with one sword.

Caesar's eyes widened as he watched the scimitars get closer and closer, watching the trail they crossed. He raised the sword in his hand, and instead of defense, he slashed in the opposite direction.

"Zizi!"

The electric light flickered slightly.

Seeing that this trembling long sword collided with two black mist-shrouded scimitars.

The hedging of energy forms a circular fluctuation that spreads out in all directions.

The moment the long sword in Caesar's hand touched the scimitar, there was a sudden twitch. The dark purple electric light is at the end of its rope, struggling to support it.

Caesar had no choice but to retreat.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stop the retreat.

The fighting spirit is frantically transported, and even if the oil runs out and the lamp withers, the last trace of strength will be squeezed out.

Seeing the two scimitars approaching his throat little by little, Caesar still had a smile on his lips.

How long has it been, how long has it not been possible to experience this feeling of being truly close to death. When you let go of that easy-won power, is everything really that difficult? The former "White Light Sword Saint" turned out to be just like this.

But is this really all he can do?

Caesar laughed.

The electric light, which was close to extinguishing, suddenly seemed to be re-injected.

A furious purple pulse, first just above the sword, then enveloped Caesar's body.

The purple color was still spreading, and the power of thunder and lightning was like a sweeping wave, enveloping the two of them at the same time.

The electric current instantly exerted force, like a divine thunder connected to the heavens, and it surged out with unrivaled power.

"Finally breaking through the ......"

Caesar muttered, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

With a backhand sword, thunder poured out, like thunder roaring, and the tiger descended the mountain.

The tall assassin suddenly felt a little more pressure on the scimitar, and the next moment, the power of thunder suddenly caught him off guard.

The ferocious force made him almost throw the weapon out of his hand.

The current surged, and the shadow clone instantly disintegrated under the dynamic force.

And its deity immediately burst back, out of the range of the electric shock, and was able to retreat with his whole body.

The tall assassin who had narrowly escaped looked at the man in front of him. It was still the end of the poor crossbow before, and it was hard to resist, but it was turned over in an instant. The power is coming again, and it is far greater than before.

This man...... Breakthrough?

It stands to reason that even if he breaks through to the Great Sword Master level, he is far from being the enemy of his own Sword Sect.

But why? Why is he so powerful?

Caesar's power comes from dragons, the strongest dragons. His strength is one of the most powerful forces in heaven and earth, whether it is the Flame or the Prison Thunder, this is the highest level of power in the heaven and earth.

Moreover, the power of thunder has the power to destroy all evil, it is the heaven of some immortal things or evil things, and it naturally has a miraculous effect on the dark attribute that also comes from the darkness.

Caesar only felt that the Prison Thunder Fighting Qi in his body was alive again, and it was constantly surging in the fighting qi veins. The power of the rage made him feel terrified, and he felt that the slightest mistake would lose control.

Compared to the domineering nature of the Flames, this Hellthunder is like a wild horse that has escaped from the wild, and it is even more difficult to control, but its thunderous power is unmatched by other forces.

Caesar waved the long sword in his hand, looked at the dazzling lightning attached to the sword, and nodded silently.

Turning his gaze again to the enemy on the other side, Caesar said word by word:

"Are you ready?"

Just as the tall assassin was stunned, Caesar's figure disappeared from the spot.

A flash of lightning swept across the bottom of the line, and by the time the tall assassin reacted, there was a sharp momentum behind him.

It's too late!

The tall assassin was also not easy to deal with, and at this moment, he reacted immediately. I saw that he finished chanting in an instant, and the shadow clone that was exactly like him stood up from the ground close to his back.

The shadow clone forcibly carried this sword, and the current surged in an instant, like thousands of needles, pricking it countless times in that millisecond.

The shadow clone was broken down by such an attack in an instant.

After feeling the fate of the shadow clone, the tall assassin panicked. He immediately reflexed, and the scimitar was sacrificed, and the sound of chanting rang out from his mouth again.

At the same time as the scimitar slashed at Caesar, another shadow clone emerged from Caesar's side, wielding the same scimitar, one front and the other, attacking Caesar's dead corner at the same time.

"Click. ”

Like a bolt of lightning in the sky, Caesar's figure disappeared again from the eyes of his enemies.

So fast!

The tall assassin sighed subconsciously.

Such a speed made it difficult for his body to keep up. With the consciousness of barely keeping up, under Caesar's current attack, he can only resist hard.

Caesar held the sword in both hands, and the power of thunder poured from his hands into the longsword.

After this accumulation, Caesar's form disappeared again.

Carrying the thunder shadow under his feet, he slashed out with a sword.

The sword pierced the sky and disappeared directly into space.

"Click!"

Another thunderclap exploded in the sky.

Electricity is contained in this sword.

Purple light flashed, sword light flashed, electric light flashed.

The tall assassin saw the sword and wanted to block it, but just as the thought of "wanting to block" came to him, his consciousness disappeared at this time.

His hands subconsciously wanted to swing the scimitar, but the world in his eyes was getting lower and lower.

He looked back and saw his body. His body was still gripping the scimitar, trying to resist.

But it was too late.

At this moment, the enemy's head fell to the ground.

Caesar silently sheathed his sword, as if talking to himself, and as he thought as he spat out the name of the move:

"Thunder Strike!"