Chapter 369: The Death of Nayan

In the square where the black clouds topped down, thousands of light holes poured down with warm light, leaving behind a baked cake-like spot of light, dotted in circles, giving this dim square a little vitality.

The rootless wind whirred, rubbing against the surrounding air, creating a violent oppression that made people feel suffocated.

What kind of power to use to kill a god-level powerhouse, Nayan is very clear. These Eight Demon Lords were not comparable to Bai Miao, who had just stepped into the god level, not to mention that the latter had already consumed too much when he fought with the Root of Ten Thousand Trees. Therefore, killing the Three Demon Lords, a simple move, Nayan also used all his strength.

At present, the combined attack of five god-level powerhouses is naturally not to be underestimated. The battle had only been going on for a minute, and although it had not caused too much trauma, it had consumed too much, and its strength was less than fifty percent at the moment.

Everywhere the line of sight passed, several figures accompanied by the whistling wind and Huo Huo muffled thunder, like ghosts, which made Dena Yan frown for a while.

"Whew..."

Looking at the figures of the Xuan Arrow, Nayan exhaled a breath of turbidity. Closing his eyes slightly, his thoughts were like flying out of his body, fluttering with the wind, quickly occupying a few meters of space around his body.

The dimly lit space was unusually cold, as unforgiving as a wall of ice, like a cage that isolated consciousness, even where the pillars of light were.

With such a strong power of spatial confinement, Na Yan slowly opened his eyes. There was a burst of regret in my heart, it seems that I still underestimated the joint attack of the five people, such a tight and seamless space confinement, I can't even penetrate my consciousness, so if I want to use the power of space to escape, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

The ring-like pupils glanced back and forth, and a solemnity flashed between Na Yan's eyebrows. After such a long time, he is still so immature, righteous and angry, he knew that if he brought those demonic beasts in, he would not fall into a lonely battle.

The power of the five people's cyclones is cold and majestic, tight and seamless. The power of the invisible cyclone is like a thin fishing line, weaving into an invisible net. Regret is the most unreliable kind of helplessness, Na Yan narrowed his eyes, and several majestic cyclone forces also poured out. My heart sank, and I had to fight to the death today.

The long sword stood in front of his chest, and the index finger of his left hand was brought to his mouth, and he said something in his mouth. And as every sentence was poured out, accompanied by the sound of chasing stars, several wisps of cyclone power of different colors split into three and drifted away.

Walking to a meter in front of Nayan's body, he paused abruptly, gradually condensed, and the color became more and more intense, and he actually began to gather into a vague human form, and the surrounding air fluttered for no reason, and then formed a thin cloud, enveloping the vague cyclone figure in it.

"Dance of the Three Suns and Moon!"

With a low shout, a strange wind suddenly rose, and the thin clouds drifted away. The cold sword, the long flowing hair, the dark pupils—three identical words came out of thin air.

With such a strange move, the Five Demon Lords also secretly claimed to be surprised. At the same time, he also had scruples about what hole cards he had, and he no longer hesitated, and stepped up his pace.

"Come on! ”

Looking at the five people who were speeding up, Na Yan let out a low voice again. The soles of his feet tapped the void, and the tip of the star-chasing sword glowed with a semicircular red light, like a round of red sun, flashing towards the person directly in front of him. At the same time, the three clones also attacked the other three.

In an instant, Nayan collided with the person in front of him. From the beginning of the interweaving, a wave of qi burst open, followed by the two sides of the cyclone canceling each other out and spreading away, and finally with the sound of metal colliding, the bodies of both sides finally balanced each other.

Nayan was originally consumed, and with the Dance of the Three Sun and Moon, his thin cheeks were painful at the moment, and his feet moved backwards step by step due to the repulsion of the other party.

Na Yan raised his head with difficulty, and saw the terrifying death mask of the other party, although he couldn't see the other party's expression, he could be sure that the other party must be secretly happy, and finally an old and cold voice also came out of the mask,

"Boy, although the Demon King said that he can't kill you. But I think he won't object to you missing an arm or a broken leg, ahaha......"

The bleak words are as cold as the back of a winter day, and they are hairy. Nayan shook his dizzy head, and after a moment, the solemnity of his face disappeared, replaced by an evil smile, "Hmph! Even if I die, you don't want to live." ”

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

As soon as the words fell, three huge crackling sounds suddenly sounded like summer thunder. The Demon Lord searched for prestige, only to see a ripple, black shards flying in the wind like catkins, and several fragments of masks falling down like sand and gravel, and there was no life in them.

At this moment, Nayan's strength has increased, making the amount of the doppelganger cyclone greatly competitive, and the explosion power generated by the impact of the cyclone is even more incomparable.

The eight demon lords, the powerful combat power of the demon race, is enough to bring the curtain down. However, in less than ten minutes today, six people have already been lost, and this kind of blow is too big for the demon race.

"Boy, I've changed my attention, you have to ...... today"

The demon lord in front of Na Yan was extremely angry, and he made up his mind that no matter how the demon king Fan Cheng explained, he would kill him today and avenge the other brothers. However, before the power of anger could be poured out, he felt his body weak for a while, a cold light in his chest and heart did not enter it, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the second half of the sentence could no longer be spoken, and his body fell straight down.

Nayan knew that now that the cyclone was exhausted, there was no chance of winning one-on-one alone, so he took advantage of the gap in front of him when he was attracted by the explosion and temporarily lost his mind, and struck him head-on and killed him.

The last trace of the cyclone was exhausted, and Nayan was like a dead leaf that had been drained of water, soft and weak. The body is shaky, and the wings of the cyclone are as thin as cicada wings, extremely dim.

"Whew..."

However, before Na Yan could stop breathing and regain his breath, an extremely cold cyclone quickly approached.

The shrouded aura of danger quickly sobered up the overconsumed Nayan. The icy aura enveloped the whole body, eroding every pore and making the hairs stand on end.

Avoid, avoid. The instinctive awareness of danger constantly echoes in the mind, but this is all useless, although the consciousness is there, but the body is unable to keep up with the reaction due to excessive consumption.

As soon as the thin cicada wings were about to wave, Na Yan felt his body light and bowed his head slightly. A cold sword pierced through the chamber, and red blood flowed out like a stream along the tip of the sword.

Rapid breathing, a lack of oxygen in Nayan's throat, accompanied by a violent cough, suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his vision gradually blurred, and at the same time, the wings of the cyclone dissipated, like a bubble bursting, disappearing into the air.

"Whew!"

With the sound of the wind breaking with the sword drawn, Nayan's body could no longer hold it, like a stubborn stone in the air, smashing vertically towards the square.

The whirring wind continued to pour into the eardrums, and Nayan's originally dark pupils gradually became dim, and the eyes seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the eyelids, slowly closing, and finally leaving a thin slit.

The ruthless betrayal and the tragic death of relatives and friends weighed on my heart like a stubborn stone, and I was almost breathless. originally found spiritual sustenance, however, that sustenance also disappeared when Xue Lin was captured. So far, that heavy exhaustion has been accompanied by Nayan, and no one really understands it, and it has not been able to resolve it.

At this moment, Nayan was not afraid, but extremely relaxed. Above the pillar of light in the slit, in the clouds, Nayan seemed to see his parents, his teachers, and his dead friends.

Nayan's face finally stretched, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, I can finally see you again, and the last sight finally closed again. However, at the end of the line of sight, I actually saw a figure rising from the ground, that, that's-Uncle Yanran!

This figure made Denayan's heart tremble, and his consciousness was much clearer. However, at this moment, except for the wind next to his ears, everything is powerless, which makes Denayan a little unwilling. However, the crowd of the clouds did not blame on their expressions, but smiled and waved at Nayan like a smile, as if they were beckoning home.

Nayan finally couldn't see anything anymore, his eyes had become extremely dark, and a tear in the corner of his eye gathered into the last trace of thought.

I'm sorry, Father and Queen Mother,

Yan'er is tired

I'm sorry master, everyone

It's over, it's over, I'm coming to reunite with you right away.