"Bang-"

With a loud landslide, Mark was driven into a huge rock like a kite with a broken string, sinking into it for a full two meters. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Lava Demon took three steps back and stopped, his eyes fixed on Mark again, yelled at him, and strode forward again.

"Not good!" Mark's face changed, and he hurriedly tried to break free from the shackles of this rock, but now his whole body hurt so much that it seemed that his whole body bones were broken, a pair of hands holding knives trembled, and the muscles of his whole body were completely unconscious for a short time.

A huge house-like giant hand burning with blazing flames smashed at him, only to see a shadow fall in the air, and a huge fist smashed the rock to pieces, and the broken stone splashed, directly breaking the surrounding large trees into sawdust, flying in the air.

"Ahem-ahem-" Mark's cough rang out from behind the Lava Demon, and the flickering of space at the last moment allowed him to avoid the catastrophe. He really felt death just now, this feeling was so terrifying, just for a moment, his back was soaked.

"This is how it feels to die. ”

Mark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to his feet. Finally, the body of the spirit warrior in the later stage was extremely strong, although he had suffered some internal injuries just now, his bones were still intact, but the pain of tearing all over his body made him a little uncomfortable.

Since becoming a wizard, there have been many times of danger, but there are only a handful of times when I feel the feeling of death as I do now.

"Death!" Mark raised the Black Flame Knife again, his eyes moved, and something mysterious suddenly appeared in him, a charm similar to silence, desolation, and despair, but it could not be spoken.

Since the return of the Mixed Yuan World, the artistic conception of life and the artistic conception of death have not been able to advance an inch, and Mark originally thought that it was the reason for the lack of level, but now it seems that he has not yet felt the real death.

"Come again!"

Mark brandished the Black Flame Knife, and his battle intent soared. Since you can't beat me to death for a while, then I just take advantage of such a good opportunity to comprehend the artistic conception of death! It's not easy to find such a qualified sparring partner!

On another mountain in the distance, Anna, Zhou Xilan, Breaking Wind and the others watched in amazement as Mark confronted the mutated lava demon again and again, and was knocked away again and again, covered in blood, but repeatedly defeated and defeated, like a Xiao Qiang who could not be killed.

"He-what is he doing? Send him a message, we've escaped, let him run himself!" Zhou Xilan was the first to come back to his senses and hurriedly spoke.

"I already messaged him when we first got here, but he's still like this, he can't read it!" Morning Shadow replied.

"Oh?" Anna looked at Mark suspiciously, "Did Yuxuan abandon him, making him so anxious to seek death?"

Then he frowned again: "No, he doesn't look like a person who wants to die!"

"Ahh

"No! no!" Anna's eyebrows were wrinkled together at some point:

"Did you find it, Mark's fighting spirit is very strong, and after every collision between the two sides, his strength will increase to a certain extent, at first he will be directly knocked into the rock, and now he will fight head-on just a few hundred meters upside down. ”

"Hey, it seems to be yes! What kind of exercises is this guy practicing? If I can get stronger when I get beaten, let me be beaten every day!"

"Don't just look with your eyes, feel the charm of Mark, this charm - a little strange, as if - it seems to be-" Zhou Xilan's eyes looked in that direction in a daze, but he couldn't figure out what this feeling belonged to.

"Although his fighting intent is boiling, but there seems to be a cold death intent on his body, we can't see his eyes now, but from him I feel that artistic conception, I feel that I have died. Anna paused.

"What?the artistic conception of death?" Zhou Xilan frowned, and then his eyes lit up, "I know, this kind of charm is the artistic conception! It has been lost, and the legend can only be touched by the world master! Oh my God, he actually created his own realm without any inheritance! I am—"

Zhou Xilan was stuck when she said this, she couldn't find the words to express it for a while, she just looked at Mark in the distance with a speechless look, watching him get stronger and stronger, from not being an enemy of the lava demon to now being able to completely confront it head-on, without falling behind.

"Artistic conception?" Anna frowned and said that she didn't understand, her knowledge was indeed not as knowledgeable as Zhou Xilan. However, looking at Zhou Xilan's expression and Mark's soaring combat power now, she can't see where she can see that this so-called artistic conception is a remarkable thing.

"Roar-" The lava demon was finally angry, it clenched its fists with both hands and struck hard, this blow with both hands, naturally double the strength, Mark was not afraid, there was still one last bit left in his artistic conception of death, this was by no means the time to retreat!

"Bang-"

There was a loud noise, and the Black Flame Knife instantly didn't know where it was knocked away, followed by Mark, who vomited blood all the way in the air, and even faintly saw small pieces of internal organs.

At this moment, he finally felt the coming of death. And at this moment, his spirit was shocked, and a mysterious feeling came to his heart.

Death, in my control!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a standard war knife was put into his hand, and in the retreating air, looking at the rushing lava demon, Mark's spirit was shocked:

"Flying Style—"

The last of the battle qi erupted, and he walked away with his weak body to face the lava demon. The momentum of this knife was obviously far less than before, and it could be said to be extremely weak, but the lava demon felt a death threat that made its heart palpitate.

"Roar—" It clenched its hands into fists again and struck with all its might. It's just that there is a look of fear in his eyes for some reason, this is the fear of death coming.

The silver-white sword slashed down, and for some reason there was a faint layer of black luster on it, this black luster was different from the ordinary black battle qi, looming, and after seeing it, an indescribable feeling rose in people's hearts, as if they were dead the moment they saw this luster.

The Lava Demon's hands were halfway up and stopped, and his twelve-meter-tall body fell down as soon as it touched Mark's sword.

The knife sliced into its brain like tofu, and everywhere it went, the entire brain was cut in half.

The artistic conception of death, the first realm, has become!

At this time, when he looked at Mark again, he found that at the same time as the Lava Demon fell, he also fell to the ground with a weak body, motionless, and did not know whether he was alive or dead. (To be continued.) )