Wind blades and thunder fly together, light and shadows dance together.

"Boom~"

After the fierce collision and battle, the villa finally could not withstand the aftermath of the battle between the two, and suddenly exploded.

In the smoke formed by the walls of the building, a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, and the black hood on its head seemed to have been torn into a short piece of black cloth after being pulled by some force.

At this time, Mr. A still had the initial calmness, and most of his photos were exposed to the air.

Although a pair of eyes are still shrouded in shadows, the half of the face exposed to the air can also glimpse Mr. A's handsome appearance.

But at this moment, the handsome, even slightly bewitching face, the slightly painful color slightly made this face a little more hideous.

The backward momentum of the figure is not completely over, but Mr. A has almost adjusted his state.

He waved his hand slightly, and gusts of wind surged around him, lifting his body and levitating him in midair.

He occupied a relatively high position, looking down at the Wu River that came out of the smoke and dust below, and the fierce colors in his eyes kept surging.

The battle between Mr. A and Wu River has been going on for quite some time.

The roaring fire, as well as the earth-shaking sound, not to mention the St. Samuel's Cathedral, which is not too far away, can be seen clearly even by the Holy Wind Cathedral in the north area and the Harvest Church in the south area of the bridge.

However, there has not been an official extraordinary person who has come here so far, and there is a reason for that.

Mr. A glanced up at the blood-colored barrier above his head that completely enveloped a large area like a pot lid, and felt the extraordinary power of the continuous impact ritual outside the barrier, and after confirming that his side should not be able to rush in before the battle was over, he looked back at the Wu River below.

With a wave of his palm, a thick book appeared in his hand. When the pages are turned, one turns to a page with a thick and thunderous picture.

Then he opened his mouth and began to chant.

And such a scene was naturally taken into the eyes of Wu He below.

He was also visibly aware of the blood-colored barrier that enveloped his surroundings.

Those things were still not there when he entered the villa, and it is likely that Mr. A had prepared them early and then raised them when he was fighting him.

"That's a lot of preparation......

Feeling the depraved, filthy, crazy, and distorted aura in the blood-colored barrier, and feeling the little twisted will of the objects connected by the barrier transmitted here from an endless distance, Wu He couldn't help but sigh......

"What kind of grudge is this~, what kind of grudge?"

When he first ascended the gray mist, Wu He's glance was that there was a way to see the aurora and hang people, but it allowed him to get a lot of extraordinary knowledge about hanging people.

Just by looking at Wu He, he could recognize what the blood-colored barrier in front of him represented.

It was a great sacrificial ritual, and the object of the ritual sacrifice was clearly the true Creator.

The best place for such a sacrificial ritual is in a residential area where there is a large number of pessimistic people, such as the docks of the East End, or the battlefield where the Great War is fought.

It can pull people in a certain area into a space, and collect the people scattered in it is the depravity and shadow of human nature, and you can pray for the divine nature to come to the way of hanging people, so as to achieve the effect of divine descent.

Now, Wu He can feel that there doesn't seem to be any other life in this area other than him and Mr. A.

How much does this have to be worthy of him, so that he will directly deal with him with this kind of large-scale ritual that targets thousands of groups......

Of course, although he sighed in his heart, Wu He's movements were not slow at all.

Looking at the forward swing of Mr. A's movement in the sky, I know that the guy should be ready to make an ultimate.

All the enemy's strategic intentions, our side should deal a corresponding blow to it.

Although the recorder's notes are very convenient, not only can they directly record the power of the demigod-level, but they also don't even consume much spirit when they are used.

However, it still has a fatal weakness, and that is the precast ......

"I'm coming."

Looking at Mr. A, who unfolded his notes in the sky, opened his mouth and spit out the ancient Hermetian language, and burst out of spirituality, Wu He also turned the revolver in his hand unceremoniously.

And Wu He's actions on this side naturally attracted Mr. A's attention.

However, Mr. A did not express much vigilance about the guns in Wu He's hands.

After the battle just now, Mr. A can already make a basic judgment, the power that burst out of the revolver is indeed not weak, but it is no problem for Bishop Rose's flesh and blood magic to carry a few shots.

Carrying it a few times to burst out with a demigod-level lightning strike, this kind of injury for life, Mr. A said that there was no problem, so he just glanced at it and continued to chant the incantation without any psychological burden.

"I see ......"

However, Mr. A knew that the pistol could not give him much effective damage, wouldn't Wu He not know?

Reaching out and turning the revolver, the silver revolver suddenly began to stretch outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time Wu He had completely pulled out the great sword, which was always two-thirds of his height, the raging flames had already surrounded his body.

Circles of crimson fire waves spread like water waves in the Wu River to the surroundings, and in an instant, they spread to the surrounding 100 meters, and the originally black road surface around them showed a bit of red color under the scorching flames.

At this moment, Wu He stood in the midst of the raging flames, with silver-white hair on the palms of his hands, and even his silver-white eyes were burning with blazing fire, and the whole person was like the emperor of the flames, majestic and domineering.

The speed at which the flames spread was simply too fast.

Before the second incantation in Mr. A's mouth was finished, the blazing flames directly burned the surrounding 100 meters of the earth, and all the buildings that reflected the real environment of the outside world were ignited by the blazing flames, and the entire blood-colored barrier was filled with raging flames......

At this time, Wu He raised the giant sword in his hand to his right shoulder, not caring at all that the clothes on his body were ignited by the flames on the giant sword, the whole body was like a full bowstring, and his sharp eyes like arrows were staring at Mr. A in the sky.

Feeling Wu He's gaze full of extreme desire for destruction, Mr. A's expression couldn't help but be a little flustered, he opened his mouth to quickly end the final chanting, but as soon as he opened his mouth and spit out the word "I", Wu He's figure appeared in front of him at some point, and the burning sword had already come to the top of his head......

"Skyfire, draw your sword—"

The vision was completely covered by the raging fire, and Mr. A opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the "crackling" air burned by the flames completely lost the ability to transmit it to Wu He.

The great sword entwined with flames was draped firmly over Mr. A's neck.

It's like a hot knife cutting butter, there is no barrier at all, and the head and body are instantly separated.

The black robe that had been draped over Mr. A's body was ignited by the flames almost instantly.

And at this moment, I finally saw Mr. A's true appearance, and under the hood was indeed a handsome face that could be called bewitching.

Especially those eyes, a pair of scarlet eyes, seem to have a strange charm of stealing other people's souls.

But none of that makes sense......

The raging fire burned continuously, igniting Mr. A's hair, Mr. A's skin, and Mr. A's flesh......

It's almost just the time it takes for Mr. A's head to hit the ground, and it doesn't take a few seconds before and after.

The handsome face was burned into a pitch-black skull by the flames.

When the blood and flesh were completely burned, as if there was really nothing to use as fuel, the raging flame slowly extinguished, leaving only a black coal-like briquette to fall to the ground and roll into a corner......

Seeing that Mr. A's head pulled out a long tail flame in the air like a meteorite, and then finally landed, Wu He shook his head slightly, stretched out his palm that was scorched by the flames, and grabbed Mr. A's body that was also burning with raging flames and was about to fall, and then controlled the qi control technique and slowly fell from the sky with the breeze.

After falling to the ground, Wu He stretched out his hand and directly tore the flame-burning formal clothes on his body, while condensing the life essence and repairing the traces on his body that were burned by the flames, while looking up at the sky.

Looking at the blood-colored barrier in the sky that still hadn't disappeared, and then at the headless corpse that he was holding in his hand, Wu He couldn't help but frown deeply.

"No, it stands to reason that the person who arranged the ritual has died, and the consciousness should have been interrupted, why hasn't the ritual ended?"

"Isn't Mr. A dead yet? Or is there someone else hiding here? ”

The thoughts in his heart surged, but before Wu He could come up with a reason, the corpse of Mr. A in front of him suddenly changed again.

Mr. A's normal corpse was like a balloon that swelled rapidly, and the rapidly expanding corpse burst the burning skin on the surface of the corpse in the blink of an eye.

The burning skin fragments exploded like shrapnel grenade, and Wu He's face was confused in an instant.

And it was a long tentacle that stretched out from the corpse, and it was very accurate to pierce Wu He's right hand, who had no time to dodge, and rolled the flaming Heavenly Fire Great Sword in his hand into his hand.

Speaking of the change, Wu He was suddenly startled, but before he could reach out and snatch his Heavenly Fire Sword, on top of the swollen corpse, several long tentacles stabbed out, stabbing at various important parts of Wu He's body, making him have to retreat once to avoid the attack.

After forcing Wu He back, the surface of the swollen corpse squirmed rapidly, and a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened on Mr. A's corpse, and a huge mouth was directly split above the navel of the corpse.

A closer look at the shape of his eyes and mouth reveals that he is almost identical to Mr. A's.

And looking at Mr. A, who used his milk as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, holding his Tianhuo Sword and laughing wildly, Wu He was also a little speechless.

"Where did this come from?!"

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(End of chapter)