"Heaven and earth are extremely yin and yang."
Yan Weifa’s purple pupil sends out a strange light. Where the light passes, the blood fog is seriously different in Yan Weifa. There is no difference between the red blood fog and the strength of the spirit in Yan Weifa’s eyes at this moment.
This is the first ability of Purple Pupil to see through everything. No matter what you pretend, you can’t escape Purple Pupil’s observation.
In this way, watching the blood and fog flow around Yan Weifa quickly locked The Hunger’s body, and in the eyes of the world, the invincible The Hunger was easily cracked.
"Break it for me" Cross Killing Sword wields the bleeding demon in the fog of blood, horrified and trying to escape, but is he faster than the sword? The answer is no, as the overbearing sword meaning of the cross-killing sword passed over The Hunger, it was cut off again. When he wanted to reunite, he suddenly found that there was no blood fog around him. It turned out that Yan Weifa attacked and then several wind blades crossed the life, turning The Hunger around into a fog without blood and spiritual force.
The highest level of wind attribute spiritual power is cut.
The cross sword wields again and again, and the bleeding demon condenses and dissipates again and again in that enclosure.
Yan Weifa, on the contrary, has a short answer. No matter if magical creatures have their limits, you can reunite 10 thousand times and I will kill you 11 thousand times.
Looking at Ye Jieyu and Lan Chenxi from the back, Yan Weifa can’t help but tighten his grip on the cross sword. Maybe this is what I can do for you. Don’t blame my child!
Third, Shinto
Silent night wilderness is more lonely, dark clouds close the moon, and the stars become more lonely.
A slender shadow shines in the lights, making people afraid to look straight.
A person, a lamp, a sword and a melancholy.
"It’s time for the Lord."
I don’t know when a bodyguard in red armor came to the figure.
The figure nodded to show that he knew.
Looking back at the distant city, where the lights are dim at night, people must still be enjoying their leisure after a hard day’s work! Perhaps knowing people is the happiest!
Many times, the greater the ability, the more you have to bear.
This world is like this. The more you know the facts, the greater the misfortune you will face.
Maybe this is the so-called fate!
Maybe there are some people in this world who are called gods. For those who know them better, they are more afraid, because they are used to enjoying and being high up. They are afraid that someone can challenge them.
Looking back, Ye Lingfeng was dark, and I couldn’t see the number. The enemy was the demon race, and this is the forefront of the demon race’s wrong attack.
He didn’t read the battle report because it didn’t make sense. For him, a person is no different from a million people.
Just like eating a bowl of gruel or a bag in the morning, there is no difference at all.
Because of his white battlefield outside the chessboard, everything is his preparation for breaking through the chessboard.
"Are you afraid?"
He slowly but firmly looked at the far Ye Lingfeng blowing the charge horn demon army.
It seems that he is alone at night, but with his words falling, twelve neat figures slowly appear beside him.
They didn’t answer. Draw swords and armor.
This is their answer.
"There are enemies in killing people."
He was the first to rush.
"There are enemies in killing people."
Follow closely in his footsteps, twelve figures launched a charge like a man, charging millions of demon troops as if they were not vicious demon families but a group of lambs to be slaughtered in front of them.
What they are afraid of is that with him in front, even though they know that he is wrong or take them to death, they still rush, which is an almost blind worship.
In that war, it was not a battle, but also a battle that did not go down in history. There is a saying
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