"Is it almost time for this farce of the Ghost King?" Forgotten dust coldly looking at his butcher knife a whisper appeared in the hands of forgotten dust.

But this sentence makes the king of the Dark Temple a little uncomfortable. "Are you saying that you want to fight this battle? With you! ! ！” The king of the Dark Temple roared in a dark atmosphere, and the black armor released a bright luster, and the ghost king’s breath became stronger and stronger.
But just when the ghost king wanted to completely kill the forgotten dust, suddenly a silver flame appeared on the forgotten dust body and he heard the forgotten dust drink a "life potential! ！”
"Blast! ! ！”
"boom! ! ！”
The power of forgetting dust suddenly soared, and the flame of life surrounded his body. The silver flame was like destroying all energy bodies. When the Ghost King released his dark skills, he was the first to kill them.
This time, I forgot the dust and treated the ghost king in the same way. I grabbed my cheek and fell into the ground to condense my iron fist and drank a "hundred punches!" ! ！”
"Boom!"
The crack marks around a loud noise spread for hundreds of meters, and the whole body of the ghost king fell into the underground flames and forgot to dust. Looking at the fallen ghost king, he murmured, "The ghost king seems to be so much! ！”
At the same time, the sword emperor’s moon wound confronts a sad cry and blood splashes! !
Chapter three hundred and ten The prince of the devils
The cold winter of that year was a rare snowy day in Central China in the past 50 years, and the huge arena came to wail and roar for a long time.
"What what"
"Jie didn’t say that we would be brothers from today? What would happen like this?" For Chen Yong and Jie, this is their oath to each other.
But today, this oath stipulates that Jay sacrificed himself. Chen Yong knew that Jay died for himself. He told Jay that he was a nobleman but he was here. He wanted him to win in the arena in order to resist his father’s slavery to the poor. Then his father would agree to his request.
Perhaps it is because of this that they met today. Chen Yong is not as good as Jay, but he is alive and Jay is dead.
People clearly remember that day when Chen Yong roared with blood and tears in the arena.
On that day, Chen Yongxin had a subtle feeling. He was angry, but he didn’t know when he was calm. He knew very well that he was yelling at the sky. He could hear and see himself questioning his father. For a moment, he clearly felt all the breath, breathing and talking of people around him. Everything was clearly reflected in his mind.
This feeling emerged on this day after seven years.
It was he who heard the wailing and sighing from the dark sword emperor, felt the flowers and trees around him sucking and spitting, felt the hands of broken arrow, released some special emotions, and felt the reluctance and resistance of the dark sword emperor.
"This feeling once existed." It was shocking to see that the chest was cut by a sword, but when the dark sword emperor turned to leave, he was horrified to find that the man was still standing in front of his eyes.
The idea that he didn’t fall anything came to the mind of the dark sword emperor. It would be good to just chop even a man as strong as a king, because he is the king far away, even if a wing is broken, his strength is still terrible.
But this man didn’t fall.
"How is it possible that you are not dead yet?" After confirming the breath of the moon, the dark sword emperor showed his face and expression with horror. How is it possible that the real law imagined that he had just been so violent that he hit him hard and still died?
"I can feel that guy breathing when he exhales, and I can feel the black breath in his hand." Now the state of the moon is very subtle, which is a wonderful feeling. He has a feeling that he is in control of everything around him. Although strange, this feeling is the best, because it gives him the belief that he can overcome.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." The sword emperor suddenly laughed and suddenly became mad. "After so many years, I finally met a man with a deadly sword bone. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I won’t show mercy."
Black in my hand, I have a strong shock wave, a soul-grabbing horror, a ferocious shock wave, but when I hit the moon, my figure disappeared like a ghost.
When he appeared, he came to the front of the ghost king.
And faintly said, "Do you know that your sword is wailing?"
The voice of the sword emperor was furious, but he just wanted to move, only to find that the moon wound hand was placed on the hilt of his sword, and he could not move. How can this be as small as having such a strong strength?
As weak as a thin coat before, it gives people an indestructible idea at the moment. If only human beings can become so strong in an instant.
"What are you?"
Answer him that the powerful force of the flick of the blade actually knocked him back. The sword emperor looked at the black in the hands of the moon with an incredible expression and was numb with shock.
"I’m just a man who doesn’t want to lose to fate." Then he walked up to his broken arrow step by step, took a look at the broken sword and said to himself, "Oh, aren’t you reconciled? I will win your dignity when your sword soul is shattered."
"You guy" started talking to himself. He was crazy, but how could the sword emperor be so superficial? Then he burst into laughter. "You can read the sword spirit at an early age. What’s your name?"
I was only a little interested in him before, but now it’s different. The sword emperor treats him differently, which is a kind of respect for the enemy, not the opponent.
"Chen Yong" replied lightly that his real name was revealed because he felt the respect of his opponent.
"Come on, let me feel your determination." The sword emperor suddenly smiled, and he didn’t hesitate to take all his strength as if he had focused on his sword like a flash.
But in the moment of chopping, the dark sword emperor gave up the resistance and opened his arms instead to attack by the moon.
The sword came to a screeching halt, and a sword wind set off the darkness. The sword emperor asked, "What are you doing?"
The sword emperor suddenly smiled. "Nothing is more exciting than seeing a swordsman’s determination. I’m not your opponent. I’m not a bad opponent. It doesn’t matter to me whether I win or lose now. Young swordsman, if you can fulfill my wish, I’ll let you inherit all my strength."
The edge of the remnant sword declined, and the body of the sword turned into smoke. The sword emperor smiled again. "Hehehe, it is really a good choice to make the sword spirit unite with your heart. Maybe you can rest assured if you entrust it to you."
"Hey, what do you want to do?" With the moon’s voice falling, the dark sword emperor suddenly burst into light, surrounded by a dark barrier, and whoosh turned into a ping-pong size, as if it had disappeared. The shadow was black in half rotation, and it was right in front of the moon’s wounds. This sword seemed to have some magic to make the moon’s wounds method refuse.
At that moment, his face didn’t change. He snorted, "Mom, you decided to be more sexual than me without permission! ! !”
However, while holding that moment, I remembered some kind of show, but I didn’t come to see a powerful surge of qi and blood, and he fainted again.
And at this point,
The ghost king fought fiercely and forgot the dust. It seems that he announced the battle. Forgetting the dust for safety did not leave immediately. When the powerful force destroyed the ghost king’s body, even the ghost king’s half body was damaged by the power of heavy punches. He didn’t feel relieved until he turned around and left. He just took a few steps.
Suddenly, my heart beat faster.
"Knock, knock, knock"
He heard not only his own heartbeat but also others.
But when he looked back, he saw that the disabled ghost king was suspended in the middle, which was a bad sign and a bad feeling. He forgot the dust and was alert and clenched his hand, and the surroundings of the butcher knife became more weird and gloomy.
The eyes of the king of ghosts and gods suddenly looked up, and a dark gas seemed to release the black arrogance from the surge of eyes. The whole body was entangled by black salamanders, and half of the body was smashed, and it began to grow new parts.
"Regeneration" There are not many regeneration skills in the world of creation, which is also the precious place of regeneration avatar. The ghost king can never be sure that the new body is not the original human color, and even his whole body is beginning to distort.
This let forget dust thought of a bad possibility.
that is
The ghost king has shed this skin and will show his form.
Forget the dust, guess yes, the ghost king is forgetting the dust and paying attention to it. His body begins to expand, then twists and then bursts. At last, the whole person is stained with blood, but soon new forces pour into the ghost king and his body is surrounded by light.
But this doesn’t affect forgetting dust to see if it is visible, which is not necessarily a good thing, because forgetting dust witnessed the most horrible process, from the beginning of the change of the ghost king to the moment when the light faded out and appeared before his eyes, but it was a strange ghost king.
With a huge arm of nearly four meters and two fingers, it turned out to be a ferocious ghost hand with exaggerated body shape. Some huge body skin turned out to be like armor. Only those feet look short, but with his overall body shape, there is no sense of peace. Not to mention the face, it is a ghost head and three horns, and it is full of black.
After the Dark Temple King completely turned into a ghost, he didn’t immediately bother to forget the dust. He shook his arm and body, but then he completely forgot the dust and looked in different directions. "It seems unbelievable that the sword emperor should be shaken by a human being."
The words of the King of the Dark Temple made him forget the dust, but soon he understood the truth. Presumably, the battle between the Ghost King and the Moon Wounds has already been won.
But this guy can’t bear to think of himself as forgetting the dust, and he also wants to see how strong the ghost king is, so he forgets the dust. Just as he is holding a knife, suddenly the ghost king is faster, but the figure is completely flying.
Chapter three hundred and nineteen Five minutes