Masters compete with each other, the difference is a millimeter, and the error is thousands of miles.

As the Barnalgomo V commanded, the sparks on Allegri's hands and feet instantly closed. A series of dense tiny fires transformed into strangely shaped runes.

Immediately, the dark red runes, joined end to end in four chains, were firmly bound to its limbs.

What is it?

Allegri was startled and subconsciously looked down. A strange force surged out of thin air, and his sore and weak hands were suddenly pulled by the runes and moved outward half a foot away.

At the same time, the white-clothed god who was maintaining a fierce offensive had the long sword in his hand inexplicably deviated a little. A heavy slash that was bound to be won was slashed into the air in vain.

Banargomo sneered slightly, and grasped the recurve blade with one hand, and the fire swept like the wind, leaving a narrow wound on the opponent's chest in an instant.

Although the wound healed quickly when the holy light floated, the power consumed by it was more severe than a simple knife hitting the white-clothed god.

The sword-wielding god was obviously a little confused, and took three steps back to wait, secretly investigating the condition of his body. Relying on instinct to fight, he fought with instinct, every move and style were depicted like a ruler, and the angle of strength was impeccable, how could there be such a ridiculous mistake. But at that moment just now, the sword move he swung did deviate from the predetermined position.

Hey?

The white-clothed god lowered his head, his indifferent gaze swept over his hands and feet, and his brows couldn't help frowning. Why is there a faint string of strange runes faintly appearing on the wrists and ankles, could it be that the enemy in front of him has secretly set some trap?

"Finally discovered?" Barnalgomo snorted, and the blades of fire danced like a whirlwind of flames. In this kind of top-notch matchup. He only controls weapons with one hand, which is said to leave a lot of flaws. But with the secret work of his other hand, the opponent's flaws were more and more obvious, and after a few rounds, the sword-wielding god fell into a passive state of being slaughtered by others.

This is because every time the Fire Demon King flicks his fingers. There were several looming leads, attached to Allegri, to the runic chains on his limbs.

Allegri, who was weak, was like a stiff puppet, driven by these leads, staggering and sposing in a twisted posture. And the sword-wielding god also seemed to have been affected by something, and although the range of movement was not so large, it was enough to destroy the perfect harmony of its moves.

After all, he could not deduce. Which direction will you fall in the next moment, and how far will you deviate. The command to act is as irresistible as a law above its body, without any thought at all.

"Do you like to modify other people's bodies, don't you like to be a parasite?" Barnalgomo asked with a happy laugh. He knows every move of the enemy, which is a huge and irreversible advantage.

In mid-air, the Fire Demon King swung his fire blade for a long time. The dark red sword light crisscrossed and crisscrossed, leaving a series of terrible wounds on the opponent's body.

The sword-wielding god didn't give up. But that didn't help. He originally had the power of holy light recovery in his body, but at this time, before the vast number of wounds, he was already overdrawn. His face became paler and paler, and his solidified body, which was like an ordinary person, gradually became blurred, exuding a sense of illusory shadows.

The Lord of the Fire Demons. And such means?

Allegri, who is at the mercy of others, only has his brain left to turn at this time. An old monster like Barnalgomo, who has lived for countless years, would not be surprised to pull out any means to press the bottom of the box. However, the Demon Lord, who has always been known for his madness and violence, has now unleashed this strange and mysterious secret technique. But it really surprised him.

Could it be that this godhead has stayed in his body for too long, or is there some secret connection between the two parties in the transformation process of the "God's Grace" ceremony?

Allegri didn't know, and he couldn't know.

This demon lord from purgatory, whose strength is above the world, has a biased and eccentric temperament, and when he is happy, he will give it to him, and when he is in a bad mood, he will blow his beard and stare at him.

Therefore, there has always been a state of information asymmetry between Allegri and him.

While he was thinking about it, on the other side of the battlefield, the King of the Fire Demon had already established a victory.

"Hmph, do you really think that if you hide in someone else's body, Lao Tzu will have nothing to do with you?" Barnalgomo played with each other to his heart's content, as if he had some old grudges and wanted to vent them together.

The white-robed deity manifested by the Godhead did not react to this. In his simple thought circuit, the Fire Demon King scolded or was silent, and it didn't make the slightest difference. In the face of the evil force, all he has to do is draw his sword out of the sheath, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and never turn back, that's all.

Zheng!

The Holy Flame Sword rang out again, like an aftersong of pathos. The power of evil is too strong, and the white-clothed god knows that he can no longer complete his mission. Ignoring the twin blades of flame beneath his hood, he let out a shout, his sword straight as a spear, trying to die with his enemies at this last moment.

This is the martial arts that the warriors under the command of the God of Light abide by. This spurt, Shen Xiong was tragic, full of indomitable momentum. is like a remnant of a thousand soldiers, knowing that he will be defeated, but still resolutely charging to the death for honor.

Barnalgomo jumped to his feet, waving his hand and pulling hard. Allegri, in the distance, swooped forward involuntarily and fell to the ground.

The white-clothed god, covered in wounds, staggered and rushed out diagonally, rushing into the air.

The Fire Demon King rolls forward with ease, leaping over the heads of his enemies. While he was still in mid-air, he took advantage of the situation and backhanded, and the long blade of the flame stabbed into the god's back with a "snort".

It's easy and goes straight to the handle.

The phantom of the god dissipated with a thud, and Barnalgomo stood still and clapped his hands gently.

Allegri struggled to his feet, the runic chains on his limbs burning, and he regained control of his body.

The battle came to an end, and the magma dome above his head gradually dimmed, leaving only cracked flame lines, which were uncertain.

"Your Excellency, did you succeed?" Allegri asked, tentatively, looking around blankly.

"Probably so. Barnalgomo floated and sank in mid-air, also seemingly uncertain. Although he achieved the final victory, his own consumption is not insignificant, and the strength in his body is nine out of ten, if there is any more mistakes, it will be really tricky.

Under their feet, the originally surging sea of holy light had shrunk in size, and it was as shallow as a small pond at this time. Pale white light, sparkling microwaves, like a shy and weak girl.

The jade body is horizontal, and it is slaughtered by others. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words, the next update will be in the early hours of the morning.) ）