The sword light pierced through the angel's body, and a golden blood spurted out.

The angel's figure began to blur, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

He Lin stared at the fallen angel, his heart full of the joy of victory.

He knew that he had finally defeated the angels and proved his strength.

However, at this moment, the angel's body suddenly emitted a powerful wave of energy.

His body began to recondense, his wounds healed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of He Lin again, and his own momentum became even stronger!

The angel sneered, "You think you can defeat me with one attack? You are so naïve! I'm an angel and not so easy to defeat. ”

He Lin's heart sank, he didn't expect the angel's resilience to be so amazing.

But he didn't flinch, and the Demon Slayer Sword tightened again, and he vowed to defeat the self-proclaimed angel enemy once and for all.

Another fierce battle began, and He Lin's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and he kept dodging the angel's attacks while constantly launching his own counterattacks.

The sword light was bright, the black qi was permeated, and two powerful forces collided in the air.

The entire battlefield instantly became chaotic, bursting with dazzling light.

As the minutes passed, the battle between He Lin and the angel became more and more intense, their bodies were covered with wounds, but they had no intention of stopping.

The angel's attack became more and more fierce, and his golden wings suddenly unfolded, like a golden lightning, directly crashing into He Lin.

He Lin felt a huge pressure, and his body was violently knocked out and smashed on the mountain peak in the distance.

The mountain peaks collapsed in an instant, rubble splashed everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air, He Lin stood up with difficulty, his body was already in pieces, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.

But there was a tenacious glint in his eyes, and he was determined not to give up.

The angel slowly flew in front of He Lin, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Your persistence is admirable, but this is already your limit." ”

He Lin gritted his teeth, and the demon sword clenched again.

He understands that this battle has reached its final moment, and he must give it his all and leave no stone unturned.

The sword light flickered again, the black gas was filled, and He Lin's figure quickly flashed in front of the angel like a ghost.

His swordsmanship became more powerful, and every blow showed his determination and strength.

The angel began to feel the pressure, his body was gradually pierced by the sword qi, and the golden light gradually dimmed.

He looked at He Lin in disbelief, he never thought that anyone would be able to fight him to such an extent.

Finally, in the final blow, He Lin's sword pierced the angel's body, and the blade pierced through his back, blood gushing out like a spring.

The angel collapsed with difficulty, his eyes filled with shock and despair.

He Lin looked at the fallen angel with an indifferent expression, and he knew that he had finally achieved victory.

But his body had reached its limit, his feet crumbling and his eyelids shutting heavily.

He knew that he couldn't do it anymore, but he didn't regret it, and vaguely heard Hoshino's voice, I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination......

At the same time, in the corners of the space.

The battle between the white-haired old man and the bloody Wuji has come to an end.

The sword moves were staggered, the swords flashed, and the figures of the two were intertwined in the air, filled with an atmosphere of tension and danger.

Blood Wuji raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword body was filled with a blood-red light, like a demon gushing out of hell, his eyes were full of fanaticism and determination.

He knew that he had no way out, and he could only fight the white-haired old man to the end with all his might.

The white-haired old man sneered, his body was like electricity, and his swordsmanship was as fast as lightning.

The sword in his hand emitted bursts of cold air, condensing the air around him.

There was a hint of cunning and mockery in his eyes, as if he was mocking the stupidity of Blood Wuji.

During the battle, Blood Wuji transformed into a raging beast, and his swordsmanship became more ferocious and wild.

There was a flash of firmness and determination in his eyes, and he had made up his mind that even if he died in battle, he would never hand over his precious belongings.

The sword light was intertwined, sparks were flying, and the battlefield was filled with a rich murderous aura.

Blood Wuji's face gradually turned pale, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but he still persisted, and a tenacious glint flashed in his eyes.

The white-haired old man's attacks became more and more violent, and his swordsmanship was like a storm, as if he could destroy everything.

His body was extremely agile, and he barely gave Blood Wuji a chance to fight back, but Blood Wuji did not give up, and he always maintained the will to fight.

Suddenly, the sword qi on Blood Wuji's body erupted into a burst of dazzling red light.

There was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand emitted a strong wave of energy.

With a great shout, his figure instantly became erratic, like a red lightning bolt, quickly approaching the white-haired old man.

The long sword in his hand swelled, and with endless killing intent, it stabbed straight at the white-haired old man's heart.

The white-haired old man's eyes froze slightly, and he felt the terrifying power on Blood Wuji's body.

He knew that if this sword was hit, he would definitely die, so he no longer laughed, but met the attack of Blood Wuji with all his might.

The swords intersected, and there was a loud bang.

Blood Wuji's sword was blocked by the white-haired old man's sword, but his strength did not dissipate.

His blade pierced into the white-haired old man's sword, and the sword instantly spread towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's figure trembled, and he felt a sharp pain coming.

He knew that the sword was wounded, but he didn't back down, and a hint of determination and determination flashed in his eyes.

In the midst of the pain, the white-haired old man's eyes became sharper, and his attacks became more ferocious.

He fought back relentlessly, each sword carrying the power of destroying everything.

Blood Wuji's body began to tremble, and he felt the breath of death.

He knew that he was powerless to resist the attack of the white-haired old man, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The battle once again entered the white-hot stage, and the figures of the two quickly shuttled across the battlefield.

The swords are intertwined, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the battlefield is filled with a strong smell of blood and death.

Eventually, the white-haired old man's sword pierced Bloodless's chest, and blood gushed out, staining the figures of the two red.

There was a hint of pain and helplessness in Xuewuji's eyes, and his body gradually lost strength and fell to his knees.

The white-haired old man slowly drew his sword, his eyes revealing a hint of pride and satisfaction.

Although he had already defeated the famous Blood Clan Patriarch, he did not leave immediately, but instead stared into the eyes of Blood Wuji.

There was a hint of determination and determination in Blood Wuji's eyes, he knew that he was destined to die here, but he did not regret it, because he firmly believed that what he was guarding was worth it.

The white-haired old man was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, and he whispered: "You are a stubborn fellow, but you also have the courage to stick to your beliefs, since this is the case, I will spare your life." ”

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