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From absolute superiority to absolute disadvantage, Roger took less than a minute. ，

This achievement surprised Roger, because even without that demon face, Meng Tong still had endless blood essence, and he at least had the strength to fight, but his spiritual qi was all exhausted all at once.

Roger quickly understood why.

"The so-called most perfect artificial creature turns out to be just flowers in a greenhouse, heh, such a small blow can make you collapse"

Roger laughed mockingly: "Such you, no matter how powerful you are, are just a shell",

Meng Tong gritted his teeth, the blandness and self-confidence of Fang Cai had long disappeared, and now he was like an angry wild dog.

Yes, Meng Tong has not tasted failure since the moment it was created. As the brain of the sixth layer of hell, he has endless blood essence, has the power beyond the limits of ordinary people, has the ability to swallow the source, he is the nemesis of the monsters here, and his life is only victory.

But when there is only victory in a person's life, it is difficult for him to accept the bitterness of defeat.

Meng Tong is like that, he will never accept failure, his self-esteem will not allow it, his identity will not allow it, he is by far the most successful artificial being.

"Bastard, it's never me who fails", he shouted angrily, and the blood on his body burst out, and with a stomp of his feet, there was an explosion of "Click" under his feet, and he shot at Roger like a meteor.

Roger sneered and swept out, his outstretched wings of light making him extremely fast, even if he was a Meng Tong with endless blood essence, he could fight it.

The roar continued to sound, and the blood essence on Meng Tong's body burst out with every punch. The ground is constantly cracking. Pools of blood are churning. Even the wall roared.

But his fists rarely landed on Roger.

Completely different from Meng Tong, Roger has grown from a stubborn apprentice to a strong generation now, one step at a time, he has experienced countless battles, countless vicious battles, he has been at a disadvantage countless times, in danger, and even desperate situation.

No matter what the situation, he can always face it rationally. Improvise and figure out ways to break the enemy.

It was the same now, Meng Tong, who was provoked by the words, was shocked and completely lost his mind, and the blood essence on his body was consumed at a terrifying rate.

Instead of fighting hard, Roger avoided it for the time being, knowing that the more angry Meng Tong was, the better the situation would be for him.

Roger was alone to contain Meng Tong, and soon both of them were injured, Roger was struggling to resist Meng Tong because of one person, and Meng Tong's upper parts were left by the warbler and the kite, and the three puppeteers joined forces to kill the enemy, and the mainland was probably the first time in two hundred years.

"Is that all you have to do?

Even in the face of Meng Tong's stormy attacks, Roger had the leisure to taunt him.

"I've been wondering, how can you defeat Luo Jue with your strength? They must have entered the heart first, and were injured by the Blood Ancestor, and then let you pick up the leak, right? You didn't recognize your identity at all, the only important thing in this place is the heart, and you, dispensable."

This is not a provocation.

But it seemed to sting Meng Tong's heart all of a sudden.

His furious fists slowed down.

Roger blocked his fist with a silver shield, and he took three steps backwards under the impact of the great force, and sneered: "The human definition of the death of life is 'the heart stops beating', not 'the brain ceases to exist', you know that, don't you?",

Looking at each other, Roger saw his clenched teeth, his resentful gaze, his almost distorted face.

"I should have thought of it the moment I saw Lolita, the most existing soul in hell should be the soul, but I walked in this labyrinth for five days, and I didn't see a single one except the transformed soul in the wall, and there is no one here."

"So, where will the soul of hell be? the seventh layer? maybe, but more likely in the heart of the labyrinth, maybe you are more familiar with hell than I am, but I can make the most reasonable inference"

"So, Luo Jue is in the 'heart', the injury they suffered when snatching Lolita's soul, with you, you are not Luo Jue's opponent at all",

"Nor is it our opponent",

"Peng", the source force and the blood essence slammed violently in front of the two, Meng Tong's hair rushed backwards, and he was actually forced to take a step back by Roger

Wisdom?

In Roger's eyes, his so-called wisdom only seemed ridiculous.

Young?

Roger is just as young.

Powerful?

Has there ever been a strong man in this world who has never been defeated?

Perhaps, but for Roger, all the strong can be beaten.

"Sneer",

There was a muffled sound behind Meng Tong's back, and the female torturer was clinging to his back, and the short knife in her hand had pierced deeply into his back.

The warbler's white doves and birds fell on his shoulders, and flames burned in his shoulder blades.

Red light flowed from Meng Tong's body and flowed down the silver thread to Roger's body.

And the rickety hanging bell appeared in front of Meng Tong's eyes again.

With the same tactics and the same opponent, Meng Tong once again tasted defeat.

"You let go",

Meng Tong was already red-eyed, and the blood essence was the root of his life, but at this time, Roger wanted his life.

Although the ability to transform the source is not as domineering as the source swallowing, it can definitely be fatal under Roger's use.

Little by little, there is less blood in the blood pool in the back.

Endless blood essence?

An infinitely regenerating immortal?

Roger never believed from the beginning that nothing in this world is infinite, and no living thing can be immortal.

"Peng",

"When",

Feeling the passage of blood essence on his body, Meng Tong was even more furious, and his violent fists kept smashing down, but Roger, who had been dodging just now, finally faced it head-on, and every time he hit a heavy punch, he unloaded his force, turned his force, although his body was also injured, his silver thread never left Meng Tong's body.

And Roger's resistance is getting stronger and stronger, when the blood essence flows into his body, it does not conflict with his source power, on the contrary, the two forces converge and flow in the body, and he only feels that Meng Tong's strength is getting weaker and weaker

"Mengtong, you have already lost",

"Poof",

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a muffled sound, and the faces of the warblers and kites in front of him suddenly changed.

Roger's face also changed.

This slightly muffled voice he had heard not long ago.

On that day, when Elizabeth pierced the heart of Ji Lan with one hand, he had heard it and remembered it very well.

He looked back and saw a withered arm coming out of the Sith's chest, covered in blood.

The Sith's face was contorted, blood was pouring from his mouth, and his hands were pressed limply against that arm.

And behind him stood an old man.

An extremely terrifying old man. (To be continued......)

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