At this moment, the whole corridor has become a piano of death, the blood-red eyes of the crows are clamoring to vibrate their wings in every corner where they can stay, each crow is a note of death, every fluttering wing is a beat of death, and the combination of crows like the sea is a magnificent and grand ode to death!

The death's ode had barely begun with a discordant murmur, and the frenzied electric currents formed an equally arrogant electric serpent that drilled through the crevices of the crows, causing the wings of the flying crows to spasm and numb and fall to the ground. The current in the sky formed a huge power grid that covered all the crows. Chu Kunyang tried his best to maintain his domain, trying to compress it as much as possible, at this time, the smaller the realm, the more concentrated the current, and only in the case of complete concentration can the power of the current be maximized.

Maintaining the realm requires consuming a lot of his own blood and a lot of spirit, Chu Kunyang's body is in an extremely excited situation at this time, and a large amount of adrenaline is secreted and then transported to the whole body, frantically stimulating the body's functions. At this time, Chu Kunyang's heartbeat was three times as much as usual!

But it's not enough, and even if it's been so strengthened, it's still not enough. Gramon's trail remained elusive in the darkness, and it was not known where he was. It stands to reason that no one can suddenly disappear from a certain place, or suddenly appear from a certain place, let alone replicate multiple of themselves in a certain place. But the message that the charges brought back in the darkness was that there was a scythe cutting through the air at every angle, and a "scarlet scythe" in every direction. The sound of the crows' wings vibrating when they flew was the same as the sound made by Golamon's scythe when it cut through the air! Therefore, Chu Kunyang was completely confused, and in such a situation, he could not use all his skills, so he could only wait for the other party's first move.

Chu Yiyang and the others who were waiting for the results outside the room were stunned, the sharp electric light pierced the silence of the night, and the thick purple electric snake roared and swept across the roof of the side hall, sweeping across the roof like lifting the scales on the body of a fish, and throwing all the tiles like autumn wind sweeping leaves. A full blood-red moon rose in the sky, and flocks of ravens rose from all directions, noisily pouring in through the gaps in the rooftops. There were two terrifying imposings emanating from the side hall, one was grand and intense, like the wrath of a king, and the other was cold and gloomy, like the coming of death. It's the same power that destroys the world, but it's their owner.

The dancing electric snake finally rushed down from the roof, writhing around the room like a raging python, flapping the brackets for the collection and the flock of flying crows to the ground. But it still didn't find the right place for Gramon, who was like a ghost wandering from the world, erratic, still talking cold taunts.

"Is that all? Is that all? You're not close!"

It turns out that this supreme thunder and lightning realm is still just an immature state in his eyes? What is this? When you fight with all your might, you are just a powerless child in the eyes of others, and you can't do anything but be bullied.

It hurts, the nerves of the brain are in sharp pain as if they are being burned by a red-hot soldering iron, and it is as if what is holding in the hand is not a knife but something else that can squeeze strength. Chu Kunyang clenched the handle of the knife hard, and the knuckles holding the handle of the knife turned white because of too much force. The wounds on his hands were still pumping blood into the knife to sustain the realm, but it wasn't enough, this power wasn't enough, and more was needed. The memories of the past followed the power and rushed to Chu Kunyang's brain, and the humming of the thunder echoed in his mind one after another, and the fragmented pictures flashed in front of Chu Kunyang's eyes one by one.

The woman in the white dress was tied to a filthy cross, with a man-tall dry wood at her feet. The raging fire was devouring her delicate skin, and the flames were relentlessly licking at her clothes, eventually engulfing her. The emaciated boy huddled alone in the corner and shivered, whispering around him like a demonic curse.

"Blue Eyes' Evil Seed, why didn't you burn him to death with his mother?"

"Expelling him, he will bring misfortune to the country!"

Do you finally remember your past dominated by fear, loneliness, unwillingness, and helplessness!

This feeling, wanting to hold something to tear those people to shreds!

Chu Kunyang raised his head and pulled the knife on his wrist violently, and the blood flowers flew away like flowers. In the blink of an eye, it was engulfed by a flock of crows dancing wildly.

More manic lightning bounced off the ground, high-voltage sparks scorched the feathers of crows that had come too close. They fell to the ground and turned into black feathers.

But in the gap on the roof, the crows are still pouring in, and it is not a way to go on like this, Chu Kunyang seems to be standing in the center of a whirlpool at the moment, and the crows around him form a stream of water to wrap him in it, and the aria of death is played to the most at this moment , Whether it is Chu Kunyang or Golamon, the realm awakened by the law of equilibrium has been released to the limit at this moment, the fierce wind blew all the debris in the center of the two realms to the side, and the support of the entire house was crumbling under the collision of such a powerful force, and the restless crows screamed hoarsely and wanted to escape from the center of Chu Kunyang's domain, but a will was imposed on them, and they slammed into those strong current nets one after another, and then turned into pieces of black feathers and fell.

I caught a voice in the crevices of the crows that was different from the others. Although they are all screaming like a sickle cutting through the air, the other crows are all making a regular movement around Chu Kunyang, this alien is indeed making a "strolling" like a movement, it is very arbitrary, that is to say, it is self-aware, and if there is a self-aware alien in the center of this realm, then it can only be the master of this realm!

The knife was screaming excitedly, and began to inhale a large amount of Chu Kunyang's blood, and the purer power was condensed and formed, forming an infinite cycle, and the result was ......

Thunderstorm!

A large amount of electric charge was drawn from the void in the roof into a web of current, condensing into an even more manic arc, and they all obeyed Chu Kunyang's orders and moved closer to the position he wanted!

The light from the flashing electric current illuminated the target in the darkness, and he could no longer be called a "human" to be precise.

The huge black wings spread out into the air, the terrible blood-red scythe slowly raised, Goramon's eyes were blood-red, his pale face was bloodless, and he looked hideous like a dead man who had risen from a grave!

Chu Kunyang exerted his strength under his feet and swept out, and the crows around him pounced on him like they didn't want to die, but they were forced away by the arc before they could get close. He has always been a sword, and the meaning of the existence of the sword is to cut, no matter what is in front of him, against the blade, he can only die!

Chu Kunyang's killing intent at this time had been put to the maximum, the domain was fully opened, and all the currents were gathered together, forming a huge electric snake. The electric snake opened its mouth and roared, purple thunder and lightning flowed between its teeth, and it launched a direct charge towards the wild current of crows, this is a contest between the realm evoked by the law of equilibrium and the realm evoked by the traction of the bloodline, and the pure clash of power will bring unpredictable results.

The fragile support of the house finally collapsed completely under such a powerful force, and the rubble and masonry that cast the walls were blown away by the wind, and the walls collapsed with a bang, and the powerful electricity and wind immediately tore it to pieces. The dust in the sky obscured the vision of the people outside, and they could not see the battle situation inside.

The manic electric snake suddenly disappeared in the most ** collision in the field, all the points and movements returned to absolute static, and the long knife in Chu Kunyang's hand fell weakly to the ground and slid out along the ground. The blood gushing from his wrist was gone, and his brain was completely blank in a state of vertigo. The body is completely in a state of weakness and weakness, and it can't even lift a finger, this state is not exhaustion, but excessive blood loss. At least a third of his blood had been sacrificed to the knife to sustain the realm, and now the wound was no longer bloody, the realm had collapsed, and now he was a piece of meat to be slaughtered.

Chu Kunyang raised his eyelids weakly, and weakly watched as Gramon's realm approached him, and the tide of crows was about to rush up to eat his flesh and blood. He resounded at the corpse that had been eaten by the crows when he was on Shadow Isle, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. It's ridiculous, the dragon king who was originally high in the sky is now going to be eaten by the small crows, and there is no room for resistance. Is this pathetic life finally coming to an end? Chu Kunyang closed his eyes.

After a while, there was still no imaginary pain of the claws tearing through the flesh. Chu Kunyang opened his eyes suspiciously, wanting to see what was going on.

Gramon's realm is still there, but the crows have changed from ferocious attackers to guardians. They flew in a whirlpool around Chu Kunyang, blocking the view of people from the outside world to spy on here. Goramon's blood-red scythe hung above Chu Kunyang's head, ready to cut him in half.

"It's sad. The hideous-looking man was saying hypocritical words of pity: "No matter how powerful you are, once you lose your strength, you are no different from a small reptile, you can't even protect yourself, how can you have the ability to protect others." ”

Damn! Chu Kunyang mustered up the last strength in his body and wanted to struggle to get the long knife a few steps away, but Gramon grabbed his wrist that cut off his veins: "Forget it, you have no chance to win me now." ”

"I want to have a good chat with you before I leave, relax. Gramon casually threw the scythe aside: "Now tell me, who taught you the skill of bloodline traction?"

Chu Kunyang didn't turn his head and ignored him, looking like he wanted to kill and listen to him.

Gramon frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Chu Kunyang's attitude. He was about to say something when a sharp sound of breaking wind pierced through the crows that blocked his vision, and a metal warhead pierced through the crows' barrier and struck the back of Gramon's head. Gramon's body stiffened, and the expression on his face froze, as if he had been hit by something. Chu Kunyang was stunned, this terrifying man was killed so easily?

"Don't worry, don't worry!" the frozen expression on Goramon's face came alive again. He slowly opened his palm towards Chu Kunyang. In the palm of his hand was a sharp warhead, which he flipped over and engraved on the bottom of the warhead a concentric gear bordered by hexagonal snowflakes, the logo of the Hextech Bureau.

"I see, I already know the answer. Gramon muttered to himself and put away the scythe, "That old fellow isn't dead yet." ”

"Time is running out, though, and your fiancée doesn't seem to be happy with our conversation. Goramon smiled mysteriously, threw the bullet in front of Chu Kunyang, and the bullet bounced away: "Then we'll meet next time, I hope you can hold on a little longer at that time." ”

"Then as a prize for winning, I'll keep this thing for you for the time being. Gramon shook the two fluffy blood-red tails in front of Chu Kunyang: "Say hello to your uncle for me, and say that the old man from twenty years ago was waiting for him in hell." ”

Gramon looked up to the sky and smiled, his wings stirring up the wind. The crows rhythmically echoed his rhythm, enveloping his figure in it, rising upward, and the moonlight in the sky was as red as blood.

No one noticed what kind of frightened expression appeared in Chu Xiong's eyes when he saw those crows.