At sunset, somewhere in the snow, a dark and choking smoke screen filled the surroundings. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eda flipped over one of his heels, tumbling in the air in a row, and finally landed on the ground.

"Hey, you also saw the explosion just now, people on both sides were blown apart!"

"Not to mention such smoke!" she looked at the thick black fog in the sky, and dissatisfiedly raised the delicate scimitar engraved with beautiful patterns, and shouted behind her:

"Can you stop being so annoying, let's go back to our respective homes, okay?"

A figure flashed violently, bringing smoke around it.

The bloodline of the Arctic Realm, Simon Corleone, emerged from the air, a chill on his face.

"Well," he said in a deep voice, "but before that, one of us must fall first." ”

The seemingly young bloodline disappeared in an instant!

Eda stomped her foot in frustration, and the scimitar slashed out like water.

The blade collides with the claw.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!"

In one second, five sparks flashed in the air!

"Can't you understand people!" said Eda angrily, "Didn't I just turn over your head!"

The secret guard spun out gracefully, as if in a beautiful dance, dodging the onslaught of the Bloods.

But the wind howled, and the Bloodclan used the absolute speed advantage to catch up with Ada's fantastic form.

"Flipped?"

"You have just insulted the dignity of a Marquis of the Bloodline. Simon's face full of murderous intent appeared in front of Edda: "Please wash away this shame with blood." ”

Eda sighed.

"It turned out to be another paranoid person who crackled a lot of nonsense for honor, dignity or something. She pinched her neck, moved the joints of her body, and said helplessly: "Okay, in my experience, I have to kill you first before I can walk." ”

Simon's eyes radiated with anger: "Ah, it seems that you have a hard time understanding this attachment, woman. ”

"There is no dignity of the strong, no pride of the strong, no matter the persistence of the strong - how did you become a pole?"

"No more nonsense," Eda exhaled under the cloak, tossing her scimitar into the sky, catching it with her other hand without healing:

"Reveal your true form, little kid who lives on blood. ”

Eda chuckled.

Simon's face changed, ignoring the "little kid" in the other party's mouth.

"You actually know the 'true type' of the Bloodline?"

The seemingly young Earl of the Blood Clan said coldly, "It seems that you have also encountered the Blood Clan of the Extreme Realm before. ”

"Hmph, not exactly," Edda raised her delicate scimitar and confidently curled the corners of her mouth:

"In detail. ”

"I, slaughter the Bloods who have passed through the Extreme. ”

Simon's pupils shrank.

Eda whistled and continued to laugh:

"It's still 'true'. ”

"Two. ”

As soon as the words fell.

Simon roared, and his claws instantly erupted into countless afterimages, blocking every direction of Edda!

"Die!"

In the hand, which is not clear to the naked eye, the metal and the claws collide with a loud sound!

A loud noise then converged.

"Boom!"

With a blinding flash of light.

Eda snorted, and Simon screamed in pain.

The two figures parted in the air and fell to the ground.

"It's actually the blade that has been blessed by the goddess of the sunset. Simon's face was cold, looking at his paws, which were "sizzling" white smoke.

It's like burning.

He clenched his fists, the blood of his whole body pooled into his hands, the old skin fell off, the new flesh regenerated, and the injuries were quickly repaired.

Simon then looked up and looked at the other side.

There, Edda's cloak covering her head and face had fallen off in the middle.

Reveal her full picture.

Simon saw her clearly, and he was shocked!

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I said, how can there be such a master in the short breed. ”

"So you're not human at all. ”

The young Bloodclan looked at Edda.

Look at her tight face, smooth silhouette, silver pupils, almost bright white hair, and a pair of pointed ears that sway slightly.

Eda looked back at him coldly.

Simon's hands were reshaped, turning into claws as sharp as divine weapons.

"You are neither short-lived nor long-lived. ”

He smiled hideously, but he was very jealous in his heart:

"You are the Eternal. ”

"Elves. ”

――――――――

In the smoky jungle, a voice called to him.

That's his teacher.

"Be careful, Wya...... Be careful. ”

"Your power of the end is not a classic power that has been tested in time - it is a product of the modern era, and it has appeared for less than a hundred years. ”

"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of the End has a new enemy. ”

"The inheritors have realized that in order to fight this enemy, we must innovate our strength, innovate our sword art from the Northland, carry forward the knightly heritage, embrace and absorb the fighting techniques of the Neda, Red Earth, and Far Eastern tribes, and finally culminate in the final battle - the power of the end. ”

"Over the past 100 years, through the unremitting research of generations of inheritors, the power of the end of a new species has emerged. ”

"The power you have is the product of this revolution......

"Compared to the melting of glaciers, the death of the sword, the sparkle of the stars, and the movement of the heavenly horses, these famous finishing powers, which have been passed down for thousands of years, are far from perfect—and it is not known what it will bring to the owner. ”

"But as four hundred years ago, the 'Sage of the Sword' in the Far East You Nieruo said: even if there are 10,000 changes, it is inseparable from the origin of the sword......"

"Your strength, too. ”

Wyah Cassel, eyes open!

He instinctively struggled out of the snow.

With blood on his forehead, he looked at the smoke in the sky and the bushes that he couldn't distinguish, and shook his dizzy head vigorously.

Not far from him, a figure rose up in the snow and quickly pounced on him!

Huaiya subconsciously touched the one-sided straight-edged sword on his side, and turned around with a sword, forcibly opening a sharp claw!

"Bell!" swords and claws intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Under the huge impact, Wyay gritted her teeth and took several steps back, holding on to her balance with all her might.

"As a short-lived, you are strong. ”

The male bloodline on the other side grinned, and his left hand began to transform into a sharp claw: "But we are not the bloodline of the Western Continent. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from sight.

Huaiya's pupils shrank, recalling Putilai's reminder, resisting the urge to pull out her legs to dodge, anticipating the opponent's next attack.

I have to anticipate my opponent's position, where is the most lethal attack?

If he does come from this position, how do I deal with it?

BloodClan's claws emerge from the left side of his throat.

I feel it!

Huaiya, who had been prepared, didn't think about it, and swung the straight sword at a perfect angle.

Slash off one of the Bloodclan's arms.

It worked!

But at the moment when Huaiya was in a good mood, he only felt his left shoulder to his left chest, and it was fiercely cold.

"Whew!"

Wya's incredible three steps back, sharp pain coming from the left side of her body!

No way.

Waiya gritted her teeth as she watched the massive amount of blood from her left shoulder to her ribs, as well as the scratches that were deep in her bones.

I slashed him in the arm!

Feeling dizzy, Waiya staggered and took a step back, holding a birch tree with his left hand, but it touched the wound on his left side, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's a good deal, but didn't that short-lived breed next to you teach you," the figure of the blood clan reappeared in front of him, licking the blood on his right paw, and chuckled: "The blood clan above the super level has its own special abilities. ”

"How...... Aren't you ready?"

Special abilities?Waiya looked at the other party's intact arms and sighed: Damn vampires.

So can you ignore my slash?

"Do you want to know what I'm capable of?" the Bloodclan looked at Wya, gasping for breath, and curled the corners of his mouth confidently.

Wya's brow furrowed.

What the hell is ...... What kind of ability?

"Then I'll tell you...... Hahahaha......"

Halfway through the Bloodline's words, he suddenly burst out laughing happily:

“...... How could I have told you!"

"Do you think I'm the villain of a knight's novel......?

But before the word "battle" was finished, the claws of the blood clan were in front of me again!

Damn it!

He said so much to distract me!

"Whew-la!"

Huaiya roared and swung out a sword, but because it was slow to start, a huge wound was torn open from the back by the Bloodclan!

Wyay gasped as his sword slashed towards the Blood's head, only to slash into the air.

What exactly is his ability?

Why can you ignore my sword strikes!

"The last blow," the Blood Clan said coldly, "Next time, it's the final blow." ”

Feeling the sharp pain in her body, Wya's eyes closed with difficulty.

――――――

"Aren't you going back and seeing?"

Chris tore off a piece of tattered clothing on his body, revealing a dead man's thin appearance, knotted muscles that didn't match it at all, looked at the smoke in the sky, and said coldly to the Hesta in front of him.

"No need, the alchemy orb of smoke and sound and light," Hesta replied intently, unshaving off his left shoulder armor that had been shattered in the battle just now.

"I want to know what the hell your master is playing again. ”

"But I have confidence in Your Majesty. ”

"I'm more worried about you than I am, old friend. Hesta stepped forward and looked at Chris.

"It's an honor. Chris also took a step forward without showing weakness.

The two stood facing each other.

A few seconds later.

"Remember the first time we faced the enemy?" Hesta exclaimed.

"Of course, how could it be forgotten. Chris replied coldly.

"Yes, at that time, you were still a lieutenant general of the final empire, Christamur Linka. Hesta took a deep breath: "And I'm the little chief of the Kisherri tribe, Hesta Chula. ”

"You are on that side, and I am on this side, for inexplicable reasons, charging towards each other, regardless of life and death. ”

"It's so nostalgic. Hesta sighed.

"Nostalgia?"

Chris shook his head and snorted coldly:

"I beg to differ. ”

"Those nightmare years...... Changed everyone, including you and me, including Your Majesty. ”

Hesta knew that the "Majesty" Chris was referring to was not Koterina or Serena.

It was the huge, terrifying shadow beneath the nightwings.

He looked up, and the two met eye contact.

"But those years, after all, are meaningful. Hesta sighed:

"Those...... The years in the War of the End. ”

The next moment, the two of them opened their hideous fangs and roared at the same time!

The flesh discolored, deformed, and - spoiled as it swelled!

Huge bat wings, with sharp bone spurs, burst out of their backs.

Spread out suddenly!

The skin on the body is peeled off in pieces, and the muscles under the skin turn into a hard leather, becoming deep and dark.

The two of them quickly deformed - no, "grown".

The pinna is towering.

The mouth and nose are hideous.

The eyes are red.

The fangs are terrifying.

The joints are spine.

Sharp finger claws.

The two Extreme Bloods, who have gone through countless years, have transformed into legendary terrifying monsters, spreading their wings and roaring and pounced on each other. (To be continued.) )