[If you bear the sin of murder for some reason, won't you become an even more miserable person? 】

"In any case, we must be the opposite of what they think."

Chang Yu Feng pointed Artes directly at Ponnabo, and his voice was crisp and clear: "I probably know what the prophecy they are talking about, and if they want to shape me into a monster who kills people without blinking, they won't let them get their wish."

"I have long understood such a thing, if you want to become the number one in the world, you will never be able to do it by force alone, it is better than looking for a desolate shadow, and you can't answer by force to convince others."

Incidentally, he denied what the lamb had done.

"It is not uncommon for people to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals in the name of justice, and in these days of losing the sun, clumsy as I am, I also feel everyone's despair about losing the sun."

"But the chaos will end."

He raised his eyebrows and looked cold, facing Panabo, who was bound to become a worm, and his black robe was as hot as the wind.

The wind of 3,000 years ago finally blew on him.

"If you want to inflict sin on me, you will underestimate me."

"I don't know where you got your prophecy, I don't know what it is, and I don't know what justice is for. But the Chest of the Dead is not something you can control, and getting out of the way now can avoid pointless fights. ”

It's just that he said it vigorously, but he was not treated well by Ponabor Nefret.

They completely felt that Chang Yu Feng just wanted the immortal coffin under the throne, and it was impossible to say something that they didn't have and let them give it up.

"Warrior, I can feel that you are very strong, but what you say is too hypocritical, everyone knows what this immortal coffin is, everyone knows what it is, it is said that the fight is unintentional, but it must be ambitious, and you want to take it for yourself."

Panabo's voice was thick and powerful, he looked at Changyu Feng carefully, and said a warrior, which also showed his attitude towards Changyu Feng, that is, respect.

As the leader of the Immortal Regiment, he didn't underestimate the power of Chang Yu Feng, and the captains who had followed him had now fled and ransacked the place, so he must have foreseen it.

Everything seemed very dim in the light of the stardust, and the worm on Pannabo's face passed by, but he was able to talk freely, which was a sign of his strength.

It's just that he is dying, and he doesn't have much to live and angry about.

Nefret didn't say a word behind him, and didn't make any more moves.

It is an indisputable fact that the undead group has already lost their fortune since Panabo was seriously injured, and it is not an ordinary thing for them to collude with each other in the first place.

He stared at Chang Yu Feng, the light in his eyes was particularly fierce, he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, but he could always make Chang Yu Feng feel what he was looking forward to.

Killed by him.

Killed by the Children of Prophecy.

"If you want it, then, come and get it."

He stood more majestically, his whole body entered a fighting posture, his sword on his shoulder, leaning down so that he could protect the lower plate at any time, and then the blue light on his armor flashed, although small but also fluorescent.

"Kill me, and you can get it, what you want!"

This is a blatant provocation.

It's as if you kill someone and everything is settled.

One, more than one! Naive!

"Aren't you afraid?" Chang Yufeng stood sideways with a backhand sword, he had some intention of wanting to stop, but this was absolutely impossible, this battle had to be fought.

It's just that from [killing] to [defeating].

"As long as I defeat you, I can get the Chest of the Dead behind you, and then I can ...... Let the Shadow of the Wilderness gain flesh. ”

"Ahahahaha, I forgot to tell you."

Xun Desolate Shadow suddenly laughed with realization, he scratched his head in embarrassment, revealing his innocence: "My body is too old to be used...... No more resurrecting that useless garbage. ”

"What?" Chang Yu Feng suddenly turned his head to look at him in surprise by the lamb's detachment: "Didn't you ask me to come here?" Resurrect you or something......"

"There's nothing wrong with resurrecting me...... It's just that I don't want that rag, how to put it, if you think about it with your head, no one would want to be a helpless old man! You brainless sheep! ”

"Isn't that you?!"

Chang Yu Feng was angry because of the lamb's change of hexagram, this guy just started to sympathize with him and began to get carried away!

"Do you want to take away someone else's body? You bad guy with no conscience! ”

He snorted angrily and grabbed the lamb from his shoulder: "Then why the hell are you here?!" Is it just to cooperate with them in fulfilling the so-called prophecy? Do you really want me to kill them?! How can it be?! I'm not going to do that, you'd better make it clear!! Bastard! ”

"Hey, hey, hey—I've made it clear!" The lamb was grabbed by Chang Yufeng, trying to break free, but it was difficult to do it, swaying his body from side to side, like a balloon swaying from side to side: "I don't want that tattered body, at least give me a complete body, at least, don't hold on to crutches, right?"

"So you're really dying?! You old bastard, you've lived so long and you're still so unreliable?! ”

"Hey—"

Pannabo roared loudly, he was abruptly hung aside, and the guy who was still playing handsome just now suddenly quarreled with his "pet sheep"! It's unpleasant to think about it!

"Shut up!"

Long Feather Maple and the lamb shouted in unison.

"It's not your turn yet! Let me cook this sheep and eat it first! ”

Changyu Feng threw the lamb to the ground.

"Don't you feel ashamed? Looking for the Shadow?! Lying over and over again?! I've worked so hard to get from Wenti County to this remote village! ”

"It's for walking! Did you know that it's hard to find a way without the sun?! Yes?! ”

"What~ We just came back from the astral boundary, and you want to go home to see, and I didn't stop you...... At that time, it was obviously the closest time to here~Ah~ You always don't listen to people's words, what can I do? ”

"Son of Prophecy, is this your sad pre-death performance?"

Pona Bo stood up angrily, and the big sword turned from his shoulder, like a towering tree being uprooted, smashed over, and Chang Yu Feng dodged and fled the past.

"Oh, really, hopelessly!"

Pannabo was clearly insulted, and the two men who had begun to argue turned a deaf ear to the hostile scene, and the appearance of self-care was infuriating.

Isn't this a kind of "liberation"?

The guy who came to send him to the western heaven didn't care about his death at all.

It's like, he can also face the death of others without any waves, in his hands, under his sword.

How wonderful. It's a feeling of sudden excitement.

Ah~ A unique pleasure of plundering swelled in Ponnabo's body, and the "revenge" that trampled on the dignity and life of others and was trampled on by others in turn ignited the flame of his body's actions.

Although Chang Yu Feng didn't mean to ignore him, it was just that Seeking Desolate Shadow suddenly seemed to "deny" his purpose for coming here, which made him a little nervous.

Xun Huangying is as arrogant as ever, and as always "full of care", I don't know if it's because he has solved the problem of being able to keep this ghost from the little sect king for a long time, and has become "unscrupulous" again.

"I just saw a stinky pig dying!"

Long Feather Kaede threw the Shadow of the Wilderness to the ground, and Artes stiffened suddenly, it took enough courage just to resist the weight of the greatsword, because the person holding it was still making loud noises.

"It's a sheep! Bastard! ”

The lamb jumped up from the ground and shook its fist in displeasure.

"What can I do, the ability of the little sect king is bigger, where can I count on her!"

The lamb jumped on top of Chang Yu Feng's head again, rode on Chang Yu Feng's neck, and grabbed Chang Yu Feng's neck like a child riding a big horse, and suddenly punched Chang Yu Feng's head.

"You stinky sheep! Let you run faster, you are grinding, no matter how you say it, you have already fallen behind [others] a lot! Maybe some long feather maple has already found a way to save the world! And you're still stuck in restoring my flesh! ”

And Changyu Feng is like a monkey to scratch the lamb around his neck, relying on his left hand but can only awkwardly grasp the lamb's feet, and the lamb is like a plaster that can't be pulled off.

Punapo's offensive continued, not so much that Long Feather Kaede parried too easily, but that Artes himself was dealing with Punapo, and Long Feather Kaede had even taken it off.

"It's ......"

Nefrey watched the two men mess around, and the anger in her heart rose again, but she obviously had no intention of running away, but Punabor was by her side, and she would use a larger spell to assist Punabor at the end of the month. She could only watch Long Feather Kaede fight with the lamb.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

"Son of Prophecy, this is the kind of thing!"

Pannabo seemed to know Nefret's confusion, for he too, and while he could tell that the two of them were messing around, he couldn't guess whether they were genuine or hypocritical.

Unexpectedly, the guy who had just said those beautiful things no longer cared about his own battle, and responded to Ponnabo's desire for death with a kind of ease and ease.

Will he die at his hands? This becomes an open question.

Or, the young man in front of him knew from beginning to end that he was completely impossible to be hostile to, and the green blade that could block his attacks on its own was eerily chilling, and it was easy to parry its attacks, so that one person and one sheep could play and play.

For a moment, Pannapo sensed the most reasonable part of all the irrationality.

That is, the prophecy will come true.

However, his death was not included in the prophecy.

The death of all people cannot be reminded one by one.

A prophecy of a few words can only engrave death on the fate of most people who will perish.

"Ahh

He is in close contact with Artes, who only defensive, but Artes is like a swordsman without any flaws, freely exuding his moves and powers. Punapo's fighting spirit was also revived, and the moment the big sword went down from his shoulder, it was like a large sword toy in Punabo's hand, confronting the supreme supreme in the sword, and the gap was also invisibly generated.

What a perfect, masterpiece......

He looked at Artes, no longer thinking about how much strength he had with Artes's long feather maple, he only hoped that he would be able to die when his strength was exhausted.

The shadow fall chapter is coming to an end,

The next chapter is: [Queen Bee]