When the flowers are all blooming, only withering is left, and behind the beauty is murderous intent. When the rose flower sword distorts Eberhard's perception to the limit, the dormant murderous intent erupts and locks on Eberhard's weakness in the dark. Yulin Borges slashed down with a sword. In addition to being a mythical dragon, he is also a rare sword saint.
Roar, the roar full of fright and anger reverberated in the void, unable to dodge, Eberhard was completely overwhelmed by the evolved absolute killing power, a crystal clear iron rose like blood jade slowly bloomed around him, Constantly stripping away his vitality.
The dry flesh and blood recovered again. At the critical moment, the terrifying recovery ability of the seventh-rank knight on the throne was vividly displayed on Erberhard's body. He insisted on bearing the damage caused by Juline Borges' ultimate sword technique, and continued to recover. injury.
"It's useless, all the struggle is in vain."
The tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and the exquisite face was full of coldness. Looking at the struggling Eberhard, a sarcasm flashed in Joline Borges' eyes.
The Blooming Blood Rose is the ultimate move of the Rose Flower Sword. It absorbs the meaning of decay when thousands of flowers wither, and turns it into a terrifying killing intent. Cutting the body can erode the soul even more.
The souls of the throne knights of the seventh rank are fused into their bodies. Ordinary means can't hurt their souls at all, but this kind of killing intent can penetrate the knight's body and infuse the soul will scattered in every inch of their flesh and blood. Now love Bohard seems to be recovering constantly, but his physical injuries are easy to recover, but his spiritual injuries are not so simple. Every recovery of his will make the erosion of the soul by killing intent go deeper.
"It's time to end."
Sensing the external situation, Joline Borges slowly raised the foil in her hand after locking on to Eberhard's real name, which had been tainted with killing intent.
The seventh-level throne knights are the same as most seventh-level existences. They also condensed their own real names, but they did not entrust their real names to the outside, but turned to themselves to integrate them with their physical bodies.
Such a choice, combined with the characteristics of the soul of the throne knight merging into the body, has created the immortality of the throne knight's body. Any drop of blood or any hair that breaks away can become the basis for their resurrection, almost immortal.
Hum, the power is boiling, the coercion belonging to the Dragon Emperor began to pervade Yulin Borges' body, and the four elemental powers representing earth, wind, water and fire began to gather at the tip of his sword.
"Dragon Sword Art¡¤Four Elements Rhythm."
The power of earth, wind, water, and fire manifests in turn and collides with each other. A trace of chaotic air symbolizing the initial chaos lingers on the tip of Joline Borges' sword, permeating a breath of great destruction.
The Eye of Reality manifested, ignoring numerous obstacles, and for a moment, in an unknown space, Joline Borges' pure golden dragon pupils reflected Eberhard's real name infected by killing intent.
"Cut."
The dazzling divine light bloomed in the dragon's pupils, and the accumulated killing intent boiled again. Following the induction in the dark, Juline Borges slashed down with a sword.
The flowers fell like rain, and at the moment when the foil in Joline Borges' hands fell, as if unable to bear the power of the sword, the foil collapsed and turned into withered petals again.
Chaos is derived, a sword falls, and the strands of chaos are like released beasts, swallowing everything, assimilating all surrounding substances into chaos, and returning to their original appearance.
Roar, the roaring sound came from Eberhard's mouth, but apart from the superficial ferocity, there was an unconcealable panic in the roar.
Crack, accompanied by the sound of something breaking in the depths of his heart, Eberhard struggled more and more fiercely, and his rampaging fighting spirit took shape in the void, like a bloodthirsty bat, sending out sharp and The ear-piercing cry broke free from the blockade of Juline Borges' swordsmanship recklessly, but it was too late at this time, Eberhard's physical body had already begun to blur, and there were strands of chaos lingering around him Breath, just now, His real name was cut by Yulin Borges.
Outside the secret realm, looking at the secret realm that had returned to its original state and was completely occupied by chaos, the expressions of the Lord of Storm, Lord of Dawn, and Sigger were all different, but it is undeniable that at this moment their hearts all rose up. Facing the erosion of chaos, they, the true gods, also need to be cautious about Juline Borges, but Joline Borges has evolved such power with swordsmanship.
"The fairy dragon is born with the power of the four elements, and it is indeed unique."
Looking at the two figures in the secret realm through the vast chaos, the Lord of Storms let out a cry.sigh.
Hearing this, although the Lord of Dawn and Sigger did not speak, they both showed approval on their faces.
"It seems that the matter is not over yet."
The ethereal voice sounded, and his expression changed. Artemis, the lord of the dawn, had a smile of interest on his face, and the moment his voice just fell, there was another change, a magnificent but darkest wave. And the power of disorder rose from the depths of the secret realm, even breaking through the spreading chaos.
"Hell Demon God."
The storm swept through his eyes, watching this sudden change, the expression of the Storm Lord became serious.
"It seems that King Albert has really fallen into evil."
When saying this, the Lord of Dawn's eyes fell on Sigger.
Hearing this, Sigger's expression remained unchanged, and he looked solemnly into the depths of the secret realm. At this moment, there, a portal leading to hell is forming, which is beyond him and Juline Borghe As expected.
"The third pillar of demons, the ignorant lord, the bewitcher, the fraudster, the creator of the devil, Tantalus, unexpectedly turned out to be you, the scum of hell."
All the truth is reflected in the golden dragon pupils. Through the portal of hell that has not yet been fully formed, Joline Borges saw a figure sitting on the throne in the endless darkness. His figure is thin and his legs are crossed. , supporting his face with one hand, a pair of lavender eyes rippling with a slight smile, everyone who saw him could feel the friendliness from his heart.
"You can't just let my little toy be destroyed like this."
As if aware of Juline Borges' peeping, Tantalus, the lord of ignorance, raised his head and met Joline Borges' gaze. A childlike innocent smile appeared on his face.
"Although it's not the first time I've seen it, every time I see your disgusting face, I can't help but want to vomit."
On the surface, she expressed disdain, but at this moment, Yulin Borges's heart was more dignified than ever. The third pillar of hell is by no means a weakling, and no one should underestimate it.
Hum, the three pairs of wings on the back fluttered, and the magnificent power began to gather around Juline Borges, forming a tide of elements. He wanted to break the gate of hell that had not yet been fully formed, and completely kill Eberhard. Give Tantalus any chance.
"Don't be so nervous, Joline Borges, with the barrier of the world, it is impossible for me to truly descend now, and I don't want to hurt you either."
Across the barriers of the world, Tantalus' casual smile surfaced in the depths of Joline Borges' heart. In front of Him, all Joline Borges' thoughts seemed to be seen through. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com