The more this man wants to get something, the stronger his desire to destroy it with his own hands.

But on the one hand, he is extremely conflicted, afraid of worrying about how to get through such a long and boring period if he breaks his favorite toy.

It would be nice if I could be obedient.

The man's white-gold pupils were replaced by blood.

Immediately after, Brian's calm voice sounded, like a cool wind blowing through the peaks of the mountains at night.

"The choice you gave is not a choice for me at all, when I pick up the sword in my hand, the blade of the sword has already determined the existence of the enemy, and all I can choose is to make a desperate bet to divide the victory and defeat. ”

"Victory is life, defeat is death. ”

His plain white and blood-stained face has a calmness and calmness that his peers are far from equal.

Words and deeds are measured and fearless.

Through the darkness, he glanced at the injured Wen Hanwei on the other side.

Wen Hanwei was also looking at him.

The bloodstained face suddenly showed a smile: "My sword has not completely fallen, how do you know that I can't hurt you?"

Brian does not retreat, does not fear, does not surrender.

He said, "Take your sword, you can give it a try, can I let you be wounded before you destroy me completely." ”

The man was a little stunned by his brisk and confident tone, stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha-I really don't know if you are naïve or ignorant!"

The man's beautiful and open eyebrows and eyes suddenly changed, and the squeezed out of the eyebrows could make Siye tremble.

The surviving corpses who were lying on the ground were so crushed by this sudden terrifying momentum that they vomited blood, and they knelt on the ground in terror and kept bowing, offering praise and loyalty to their masters.

Wen Hanwei's body also sank suddenly, as if a huge mountain was coming over.

Brian tilted his head and inhaled deeply, the corpse demon could not breathe, but the air he absorbed could turn into a magical nutrient that made the scarlet flower in his heart bloom.

The bright red and bewitching Manzhu Sahua bloomed between his pale skin, and half of his pale and delicate cheeks were crawling with bewitching red flowers.

Hurricane lightning, death black, swirling around the silver-white blade.

The pale skin in front of the blade suddenly collapsed and sank, and countless air was accumulated by the hurricane, avoiding it in all directions, and Brian did not use his own strength in his body.

This sword is devouring feedback.

Because giving back is a sword that does not belong to the Kaiyuan realm, it is powerful!

The man sensed something, his calm smile stiffened on his face, and his pupils contracted violently into a sharp line.

Burst!

A sharp snap pierced the water bladder.

Blood splattered, Brian's face was scarlet and scarlet, cold blood wet his face, stained the back of his hand, and even a few drops of blood splattered into the wounds on half of his mutilated body.

Those few drops of blood were cold, but touching his bleeding wound was like fire.

He tried his best to get himself used to the pain, frowning slightly, watching the sword in the man's hand loosen in his hand, and his hands were weakly grasping in the air.

It seems to be shocked, it seems to be uneasy, it seems to be frightened.

The mouth also utters uh-uh-husky syllables.

Because at this moment, Brian's small sword had pierced his throat from the back of his neck.

The blade of the sword sank into the handle, without a trace of hesitation or wavering.

Brian knew that even if he fought to the death, even if he blew himself up, he would never be able to hurt this corpse demon for half a point.

So in the head-to-head confrontation at the beginning, he ate his sword hard, and he really ate this sword into his body.

That's the Corpse's racial talent.

One of the Seven King-level talents, Devour!

This talent, among the hundreds of millions of corpse demons that have awakened since ancient times, only Si Li among the corpse demons of the sixteen kings can possess it.

Sixteen direct king blood corpse demons, each corpse demon has a different talent awakened.

That's theirs, the only talent.

Even if you suck up the blood that devoured them, you will never be able to deprive them of their talent.

At this moment, it appeared on Brian's body.

The little sword that can suck blood, for some reason, can't absorb this man's blood at the moment.

Baili Anxin regretted a little, and the heart was really not so easy to kill.

With a single hit, the sole of the boot kicked the man's shoulder, and the whole person rose into the air, trying to distance himself and find the next attack.

"Huh...... Heh......" The man changed his embarrassed appearance and grabbed his hands randomly.

He struck suddenly!

The five fingers grabbed Bailian's ankle as he rose into the air, and his eyes were scarlet and deep.

The beads of his eyes trembled violently with the interest that was about to collapse with excitement, and the reflection of Brian's face painted with strange red flower veins.

"What is this! What is this! Look what I found!!"

The power of the palm of your hand is undeniable!

It seems to be soldered by a soldering iron, and there is no possibility of breaking free.

Brian looked at the man who suddenly went crazy and out of control, his slender eyebrows were calm and low, and he turned sharply in mid-air, ignoring the shattering of the calf bones and twisting the muscles like twists.

The right leg was accumulated, and the toes were carrying the black wind and thunder, and the white boots under the feet couldn't even withstand the force of this kick, and they directly turned into white shards and were twisted by the wind.

A leg slammed directly into the man's handsome face.

The man snorted, released his palm, and staggered back two steps, sitting back on the throne in embarrassment.

He covered his mouth and nose, blood spilled from between his fingers, and he looked at Brian who had retreated backwards and flew away unacceptably, so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Bailian fell to Wen Hanwei's side, and as soon as Fang stood on his feet, there was a heart-rending pain in his left leg!

The face reflected in the blood was even paler as frost, like a dead man.

Brian's body shook violently, and he was about to fall.

Wen Hanwei was not lightly injured, but she still got up quickly, her arms were so heavy that she couldn't lift them, and she couldn't help each other, so she could only use her soft body to support his body.

The two leaned on each other, their clothes covered in blood.

But so far in the battle, in the face of such a powerful ancient monster, no one has fallen.

The man sat on the ancient throne, the blood gushing from his neck wetting the robes and the black throne, and dense bright red lines appeared between the pale skin.

He stroked his neck gracefully with his pale, sharp fingers, and the sword marks healed quickly, and the blood stopped.

In addition to the blood on his face, he looked even paler than he had just looked, and he couldn't even see half of the gloom.

When the bright red lines bloomed with an evil light, the man's face became a little more wild.

The fangs loomed under the scarlet lips, and for the first time in a thousand years, they were injured and bloodied, and they should have been extremely angry.

But at this moment, the pleasure in his heart surprised him a little.

The shock quickly disappeared into the depths of the scarlet pupils, and it was extremely well hidden.

He elegantly cocked one leg, hugged his arm, looked at Brian with a smile, his fingers touched his smooth and injury-free neck, and the upward arc of the corners of his mouth was very playful: "What a man of his word, you really hurt me." ”

He spread his palms and showed the movement lines of the corpse beads in his body in front of Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei without hesitation.

The man smiled: "However, the facts are in front of you, you have been injured at the cost of your crippled body, but you have never been able to turn the tide of the battle, this is the suppression of absolute strength, there is no possibility of being able to take advantage of it, if you continue to insist on fighting with me, I can't help but make the rest of your body into tatters." ”

Brian's brow furrowed as he furrowed from the intense erosion pain of his body, and there was a surging and regenerating creeping sound from his mutilated body.

Man: "!!"

He was shocked again that for thousands of years, all the emotional expressions did not add up to be as colorful as they are today.

Wen Hanwei suddenly felt that the cold body that was leaning on her suddenly became hot.

Most of the mutilated body on the right, the huge blood hole is constantly reorganized and reorganized by blood-colored silk threads, the broken white bones are extending, and the internal organs are also completely repaired at an alarming speed under the blood-colored silk line.

If the fatal wound of the man's sword was repaired in an instant, Wen Hanwei was shocked.

At this moment, the repair ability of Bailiande's body can be called an impossible miracle.