"Styx upside down!"

There was a roar, the blood and qi were rolling, and the pieces of body were broken into a river, hanging horizontally in the air.

The power is still the same, only the shape is a little smaller.

When the sword intent was approaching, Mei Shuai's hands trembled sharply, his eyes shrank sharply, and the underworld almost collapsed on the spot. Gongzi Yu fell headlong, his hands fell to the ground, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

The bystanders are like this, and they can imagine how the floating demon feels, without hesitation, not daring to delay, and shattering into a river to meet the enemy.

Compared with the battle at the original ferry, this self-detonation attack was not a split, irreversible, and there was almost no chance of recovery, but the big head did not hesitate, the floating demon did not refuse, and worked together to burst out all the liliang in the body, just to take the sword.

The blood curtain was in the air, and the silver was slashed straight, like a red-hot soldering iron quickly drawing a line in the clear water, and the mist was steaming. It is like a silverfish burrowing into the sea of blood, bursting out with jubilation.

The sharp thorns are endless, the edge is not frustrated, and the netherworld is still to the devil.

The big head is still the big head, and the previous critical hits have been taken by the floating demon, although it should be affected by the merger, but it is not enough to be fatal.

Far from enough!

There is no problem with the battlefield, there is no flaw in the design, and the lore is fierce enough, the only problem is that the strength of the floating demon is not as estimated by Shisanlang and others, especially the changes after the merger are worlds apart, and it is not possible to calculate and guess.

If you have to say it, when Thirteen Lang led the enemy back to the battle, he saw through the details, but at that time, he had to send a bow on the string, and there was no possibility of turning around and adjusting except for increasing the intensity of the surprise attack.

It is precisely for this reason that the sword intent given by Mr. Big can be displayed without hesitation.

One hit kills, but it's the floating demon that kills, and maybe it's not all right.

The sword intent is also undecided, Mr. Big Zuihou a sword, where can this successively injured remnant body be counteracted, even if it explodes, even if it incarnates the River Styx. The sword light that tore through the blood curtain was even more brilliant, like a sword of holy light that wanted to drink the blood of the enemy and swore to behead the chief. Break the momentum.

Breaking the momentum.

"Whew!"

Accompanied by a miserable and terrible shrill howl. The big head flashed, spread, soared, and moved at all costs, and the probe hand grabbed the jaw fiercely, tearing off the four whiskers.

Flashes of brilliance! Nothing to do with Jingle Bell

The divine radiance was like a wave gushing, holy and noble, incompatible with the surrounding aura, and the three pillars of light rose to the sky, merging into one in an instant, like a white spear piercing the sky. corresponds to it. The silver mangs are like electricity, penetrating inch by inch, and its momentum will eventually dissipate.

A dragon roared and sang the heavens and the earth, and the silver mangs flashed across the air, pressing a zuihou stroke on the waist of the big head.

The end of the swan song lingers for a long time.

That moment. Mei Shuai was at a loss as if he didn't know where he was; Gongzi Yu fell to the ground and paused, with majestic tears; Sanka each held a struggling and writhing tentacle in his hand, looking stupid and stupid as if he had lost his soul; Da Gray's body slammed up, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he cried like a mother-in-law who was driven out of the house by her husband's family and a cave wolf who was occupied by the cave.

The cry was heartbreaking, and the cry resounded all around, shaking and falling over the stone wall.

The cry echoed like thunder. And for a long time.

Leng Yu and Chubby were the most calm. There is only calm, as if listening, seeing, and aftertaste, immersed in the fragrance of that sword and unable to wake up.

Jusan Lang didn't cry. He was not confused, he was not frightened by the divine light emitted by his big head, he was not fascinated by that pillar of light, and he did not even pause. The sword light flickered in the divine radiance, and Thirteen Lang had already swooped down from the sky from the black cloud, and his wings were waved together.

The figure moved forward in a flicker, and the black clouds behind him were whistling like weeping and howling, as if complaining about their master, weishenme did not wait for himself.

Jump but don't fly, because that's too slow

Rumble!

The first to attack was not the floating demon or the Thirteen Lang, the black light rushed up from the spring well, piercing the divine light like a mortal enemy, passing through the body of the Thirteen Lang who had no time to dodge and did not want to dodge, through the pillar of light, and shot straight at the underworld.

"Poof!"

The cracks of the underworld gate grew like overlapping, and Mei Shuai spurted blood in a mouthful, and the phantom behind him roared angrily, roaring and rushing forward, his hands wrapped around like wheels.

"Roar!"

In the roar, the phantom's body changed sharply, and another door was erected in front of the underworld, and it was like a gluttonous wide mouth, sucking hard.

"Ahh

It was not only the fire that was sucked in, but also a figure that walked but had no time to escape, short like a dwarf.

"Only one step away, only one step away, old man"

The river of blood is especially there, the divine light is withering, the silver pillar is breaking through the sky, and there is even more black light soaring into the sky, and the hell fire is raging, but it can't hide the flickering figure, and it can't cover the fierceness and hideousness of forward, forward, and forward. The moment the dragon's groan fell to the end, the moment the blood from the big head burst out of his waist, Thirteen Lang's hands had followed like sharp blades, and without hesitation, he probed his fingers like his abdomen, and tore them viciously after holding both ends.

The dark fire was like a wave, penetrating through the shield cast by Mei Shuai and infiltrating into Thirteen Lang's body, and for a while, the divine light, holy light, red light, and black flame were rendered on Thirteen Lang's body, but they couldn't stop him, let alone isolate the painful and tyrannical roar like a wail.

"Kill!"

At this time, Thirteen Lang can no longer be called a human being, in shape, he is like a burning flame, colorful, embarrassed, mentally, he no longer has even the slightest bit of reason, from the bone marrow to the soul is filled with killing intent, filled with evil energy.

The evil qi behind the feet was completely boiling, like a thick cloud that was wrapped in a thick layer and did not disperse, madly attacking himself, shocking his opponent, and frightening the surrounding flowers and plants.

There are no superfluous thoughts, only killing and catharsis, if someone sees through his body at this time, they will find that in his dantian, on his chest and abdomen, two crystalline lights are constantly jumping, bouncing like hearts, trying to get close to each other. A sharp tearing pain came from every bit of flesh and blood, and the soul seemed to be cut off little by little by a knife, and thousands of needles pierced into the cracks of the bones, and stirred.

But he doesn't care, he can't manage it, he doesn't want to take care of it, and he can't manage it. Thirteen Lang's face was distorted, and the attack was fierce but there was no order, only the instinct buried deep in the soul, and the desire.

Only kill!

The thunderbolt woke everyone up, the blood rain filled the air, and the strange body that looked like a human but not like a human was torn in two. Before the muffled snort of the big head could be exited, three people, one ghost and two beasts, together with more than 10,000 flying ants, followed from all directions, attacking, attacking, and attacking.

Endless. No pauses. Attack recklessly

Punch it, kick it, scratch its claws, bite it, even if you tear a piece of flesh, tear off a hair, and burn a piece of skin. Drink a mouthful of blood, and it's all an attack.

What is lore, this is, what is set of fire, this is!

The big head thinks he's going crazy, no, it's going to die. True death, death without a chance of resurrection.

Is this a battle? How can there be such a fight, how can there be such a fight?

Since the outbreak of this battle, it has been no more than twenty breaths at best, and the big head has not even figured out who its opponent is, and has not even cast a decent magical power.

This is unfair, the River Styx hangs upside down, and the gods shine brightly. The light soars to the sky. It's all the big heads that are released on their own initiative, but the purpose is a little embarrassing, all for the sake of not dying. Instead of killing enemies.

Twenty breaths, the floating demon is gone, its body has become two, and it is becoming countless pieces, especially what makes it angry and bitter, it turns out that the enemy has long told it that he has come, and that the more than 10,000 flying ants are going to eat him!

Not only them, but also the men, the two-headed beast, the evil spirit, not only to kill it, but also to tear it apart and eat it in their stomachs.

Tens of thousands of years of life, the big head has experienced too much, many feelings have been dulled, and even forgotten. For example, from the moment it was born, it did not know what fear was, because it was not a human being, it was a spirit, it was a demon, and it was the original life that could be born from the creation of heaven and earth; such a life should only be solemn and noble, and should only look down on the earth and the world with proud eyes, how can it be afraid?

Now it is afraid, afraid of nothing to fear, afraid of roaring, afraid of desperate struggle.

In order to survive.

"Roar!"

The blood light and the yellow light are staggered, and the body of the big head is shattered, and it explodes again!

The river of blood in the sky reunited, and one of the green dots rose and fell, because it was too small, more like a green dot. The surrounding waves of blood converged towards the green dot and became a real piece. If you look closely, you can see that some of the divine light is mixed in, like water seeping into the earth, absorbed by the spot that gradually becomes a green leaf.

Correspondingly, the impact of the Hellfire gradually slowed down, and the cracks on the Hellgate slowly healed, and then merged with the Gate in front of them, gradually merging into one. Mei Shuai let out a long breath, sighed again, and reached out lightly.

At this moment, the angry howl of the big head resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the pillar of holy light was steep, piercing through the stone wall of unknown thickness and breaking through the nine heavens.

At this moment, the blood cloud below exploded in all directions, and a thunderbolt jumped out of the blood cloud and sank into Thirteen Lang's body. In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of thunderbolts in Shisanlang's body, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of evil beasts about to rush out, the skin was blown up with blood, and the wings withered.

At this moment, an indescribable impact spread around, the figures were scattered, the beast's body was reversed, and the ghost figures were torn into pieces and reunited, and the dim blur seemed to dissipate.

At this moment, in the endless sky, there was a faint thunder explosion in the invisible void, and there was a faint cry of surprise and anger.

"Bold!"

At this moment, the black cloud collapsed, countless black dots turned to ashes, and a brown figure shot out of the blood cloud, hissing and roaring.

"You Are All Going to Die"

At this time, there was another sound on the side, cold as the wind, resolute as a sword, bright and graceful as a chorus.

"Shaping the spirit changes, and the law is created!"

At the same time as the sound of Qingqi, there was a cry of despair and grief from the soul.

"Don't!"

The clear shadow floated, the clear shadow appeared, Ding Dong did not cry, the eyes as clear as water and as a mirror looked at the sky, and his expression was solemn.

Jusan Lang fulfilled Ding Dong's wish and let her see the scene.

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(To be continued......)