Chapter 586 CCXX Fine Snow (4K)

Chapter 586 CCXX. Xixue (4K)

Li Site was not aware of the current situation outside the city, but the heavy priests had not yet attacked, which meant that Fen was defending the dead and might have reversed the situation.

And I must let this person go to hell.

The totally intense battle has lasted for several minutes.

The two sides were dislocated, they flicked and moved, and their swords clashed, with speed so fast that they could not be increased. The tide of air waves made the coke-like city continue to ignite.

Only flames reflected in the eyes.

The bright red ghost attached to Li Site's hands, which was more ferocious than ever before, and caused a greater burden on Li Site's body ablation. It was even more ferocious than the West Sea Giant, and it was extremely powerful. Before one move was completed, the next move came again, and the ice crystal-colored sword shadows woven into a net.

The right-hand sword made Li Site's skills tempered by many years of death have been fully demonstrated.

Different from Liste's extreme speed.

Zote has reached a terrifying realm. He is just a mortal, and behind the Lord of King of the Sword is the power that overwhelms the times.

The Glow Knight is the strongest man in the world seven hundred years ago.

Isn’t Zote himself the ultimate in the world? The so-called mainland martial arts champions are just people like him, watching beast fighting games.

His power comes only from himself.

The nameless blade took over the King's Sword, and the blood light shone brightly in the ten directions. Every time the terrifying aura was swung out, the air was trembling, competing with the Hammer of Destruction Morag.

Both of them were shaken open by each other, and their hands and mouths were numb.

In this city fire and the furnace of life, not only buildings are burning, but also the ambitions in the heart.

Several white ghosts jumped from all directions, all holding the illusory King's Landing Sword, Zote's footsteps swirled, competing with the legendary magic swordsman Omega at speed.

But those people...

Even the undead are always powerful figures in the distant history.

Even Zote was tired of dealing with it, just like a few lights flashing, blocking blind spots and blind spots. Li Site could still jump back and forth among these ghosts.

As long as Jun Lin Jian cuts Zoté for a moment, Zoté will die on the spot!

The terrifying killing experience made Zote see Li Site's idea and focus on defending Li Site's own killer moves.

The blade of the nameless blade began to become hot under the continuous attacks, and the splattered sparks reflected the sky at night, even at night, it was illuminated by the fire.

All the deals are comparable to the reaction ability of the Empire Shield Yuankai.

It was a strange feeling of overdrawing, and the soul was thrown into the iron and burning, just like fighting with Dolinger, the power of the curse was almost burning the skin.

"Is the electorate the Emperor at this level? You should be stronger, Gureg Dragon Knight, Pedan Magician, Zeon Holy Spirit Envoy, Lostella God Punishment Army, everything, the Emperor is not you. The enemy is right!”

Zote was aroused by fighting and was already a little crazy.

The magic pattern of armor also requires the wearer's strong load capacity. Most people wear it and die if they die in the ten directions. A little stimulation will cause a dying body. Only Zote can inspire such monsters.

When the Great Destruction of the Ten Directions was being created, Zote required no upper limit, and it was far from being stimulated to the strongest.

He also started to struggle.

The clouds that had been accumulated for a long time began to rain heavily.

The heavy canned army outside the city is not much stronger than the resistance army, and the East China Sea bandits are killed. There are also giants and powerful elites among the priests, which is difficult to turn down.

But with Fafna's return to help.

That is not the power that the Longyu voice can exert, but a real word spirit magic. The extremely frozen ice cone fell from the sky. In mid-September, heavy snow fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped sharply within a few miles.

The situation outside the city is becoming increasingly stalemate and extremely tragic.

The victory and defeat in the city and the transcendent power that the two have are the key to this final battle of Murlong.

Destroy all directions and stimulate them to the limit!

The black armor was bright red, and Zot seemed to have become a different person. It was exactly the opposite of the ice flame spell armor made by Lanshakatiye on Lisit. It was the arcane energy constructed by the magic pattern. It is extremely rich and overflows outside the armor, forming a bright red streamer bond, like a ring-shaped structure called a sun magnetic rope on the sun.

"I really fucked."

Li Site also felt a little overdrawn. Zote was fucking the second level. He could block himself who had transcendent power at the first level. How could he be so missed now?

Zote had a nameless blade, and the whole weird big sword was injected with the most powerful and fierce blood-colored light.

that power,

that power……

Let all mean people stop secretly following that weak will.

Let the rocks bloom and the desert springs surge, everything will be smoothed out, even hunger, everything will be eliminated, even shame.

Power is condensed into gunpowder in the magazine, metal mycelium grows from tombstones, gunshots are commas in the night, and hatred is poison that never expires.

And kill,

It is the most pious prayer.

This old Yaran...

The ultimate god of killing.

"die!"

Even the figure could not be seen, but the earth was plowed out by blood-colored flashes, and it was just him leaping, and his sword, his slash.

The blood light reflects the knife, and the cold light is like a practice.

Wherever the blade passes, a hundred feet of yellow sand rushes like an angry tide, and snow flying all over the sky rises against the current of gravity.

Even Yuan Kai's ancient soul could not resist it.

Zote now.

It's even stronger than the Glow Knight himself.

Li Site tried his best to fight, but even though the ice flame curse armor that despised almost all attacks was protected, blood lines were stretched out on his body, and he could only continue to activate the curse force madly, continue to overload, and let the ice protectors protect him. The power of the flame spell and the black ghost that parry is even more powerful.

But it's far from enough.

Under the extreme blood light, it seemed that the world had turned black and white, with only bright red!

This is Zote's most powerful knife.

The sharpness cuts the time, a line of cold light passes, pulling the mountains and rivers, breaking the abyss, and breaking the sea current.

In eleven years.

Li Site had never seen a more terrifying formation than this, never.

The power of the three combined Junlin Sword was also activated. Li Site ablated the curse flames of the curse, burning his skin. This was also the last try to fight for his life and set up the Junlin Sword.

Instantly.

With the weapons connected.

The world is silent, just like it is silent.

Li Site caught the knife.

The ultimate explosion was centered on him, and the surging airflow made the fire in the entire city like a ring that was instantly poured and collapsed, and thick smoke rolled.

Zote retreated, with some disheveled hair, gasping at overload, but still had enough energy.

But there is one thing he is wrong.

Unlike the so-called Dragon Knight God Punishment Army, the outlaws have the way of fighting.

Li Site, who had a skin and flesh, rushed out like a ghost from the ablated smoke of the fire, grabbed Zot's big sword with both hands, and the red ghost shadow clamped it tightly, injecting terrifying spell power into it.

Li Site was like he was desperate, ignoring his physical limits at all, and cracked the strange sword, which was completely destroyed, and all fell to the ground.

This knife has been with Zote for many years, but to Zote it is just a knife.

Immediately, a pair of spell-powered hands pressed on Zote. The Ten Directions of Great Destroy had just experienced an overclocking state, and the inner circuit structure was extremely fragile. Li Site wanted to destroy the armor directly.

Zote forced himself to break the spell-powered hands, with a standard saber left in the battlefield under his feet. He held the tip of his boots in his hand and slashed directly at Li Site.

Li Site did not retreat but advanced, and let the red ghost take the knife out of his mind, but Zote's power was too strong, and he cut into his shoulder blades and slashed towards his chest. The red ghost could only change even if he had to support him. The knife was free in a free direction, and finally cut into the right chest, stabbed it directly into the lung lobe.

Li Site ignored these things, exchanged injuries for injuries, and continued to inject the surging curse power. That was the power of the King's Sword. Even though the Ten Directions were created by the strongest constructor of the world thirty years ago, it began to collapse at this moment. destroy.

That's now.

Li Site instantly summoned the King's Sword.

Zote reacted very quickly, and his steps flashed, but Li Site also cut a little on his face, cutting a wound, and overflowing with bright red blood.

Li Site was exhausted, his skin was burned, he was gasping violently, and he completely lost his combat ability, but the result was already obvious.

It was the one who won.

but……

Mastering the King's Sword requires three elements: Away from Heaven, the King's Weapon, "Deceive Death".

Zote does not need to master the King's Sword.

He just needs to survive under the King's Sword.

Zote is the god of death.

"You lost, it's over... You are indeed the King of the East China Sea."

Wrapped in the Great Destruction of Ten Directions was Zote, who was wearing the black officer uniform of the former secret office. He only had a standard saber mixed with magic ore materials.

But Li Site could no longer fight.

"I really... fucked."

Li Site looked up at the sky, he had only one thought, he was fucking the evil deception of Nashano, an Essor tiger man.

The burning fire eroded the fine snow falling from the haze sky, the dust from the carbonization of ruins and walls, and the blood and tears of Mu Long's survival were thrown into the clouds by the heat waves.

And twenty-eight years ago, the Duke of Sotland, that snowy night.

Unmatched.

Zote slowly walked forward, ready to kill Li Site.

But the man was cut off.

It was immediately in front of you.

"It's yours...the defeated man,"

Zote looked at Magnus coldly. He didn't even load his mechanical arm, his sleeves were empty, but his left hand was holding the broken blade of his father's sword Henrik.

But the broken blade has been recast.

Magnus was unwilling to participate in the war and rescued the wounded in the city, so he found Zote.

In name, he was a disciple of Archer, but in fact, Magnus did not learn anything from this useless bad guy, and his sword skills were not even better than before.

But what to say.

Magnus learned a very critical point that a knife is not only used to kill people, but also to cut vegetables.

That's all.

The knife...is just a knife.

Perhaps there is nothing that needs to be solved with a knife, so there is no need to consider whether the knife is fast enough.

"Do what you didn't finish twenty-eight years ago, so do I."

Magnus didn't talk nonsense, but just raised his knife and walked slowly towards Zote.

Zote smiled a little, and he admitted that Li Site was the overlord of a party. Although the blade and armor were completely destroyed by this man and he only had a knife in his hand, he was still the deputy director of the old Aram Witch Hunting Secret Service.

It is not something unknown can defeat.

"Your father is a mean person, and so are you. Too many sluts to kill."

Zote remained motionless, waiting for Magnus to come.

"Right and wrong have nothing to do with me. Killing you is my long-cherished wish in this life."

Until now.

This long-cherished wish also became indifferent. Magnus' life was born on a snowy night and ended on this snowy night.

As pure as a knife.

"Then let the knife speak."

There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by a knife. The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

Facing Magnus who was approaching step by step.

Zot did not slack off. The gentleness in his eyes retreated, leaving only a cold light. He held the long knife by his side, walked to the left, and slowly walked towards Magnus diagonally without making a move.

In this ruined wall with the embers of the fire and the snow, the two passed each other in an instant.

Magnus made a move, drew his knife and twisted it back. Silver light flashed, and the knife wind was as wild as crazy, overwhelming the surrounding fire.

No one could see the action clearly.

Recovered.

Zote's knife had already landed lightly on Magnus' shoulder, as if it was falling with a heavy weight, but it was blocked by the blade made of fine steel from the ancient Shenzhou with one hand.

Magnus, who had one arm, swung the knife in his left hand to release the momentum, and Zote took a few steps back, with some surprise in his eyes.

Empty sleeves.

Just like the past.

Magnus wanted to use his crippled body to wield the broken knife left by his father and the half-book of "sword manual" he learned from the rotten people in the East China Sea.

Kill back all the lives that Zote had taken away that year.

When the wind passed by, the blades intertwined again.

The knives in the hands of both parties suddenly came alive, and the knife light was no longer a knife light. Some people had less killing intent, and some people had less wishes.

But it was all for the ultimate sharpness, to be faster, to be lighter, to abandon everything, to be faster and lighter.

Action, desire, dream.

Too heavy.

Nation, land, hatred.

Even heavier.

History, destiny, hegemony.

The burden on my shoulders is too terrifying.

Burn all memories, throw away all yesterday, love, hate, thoughts, and abandon everything, so that I can have the fastest knife to solve all problems.

Zot had been getting more and more excited, but now he is getting calmer.

In the ultimate duel between masters, both sides witnessed two kinds of death at the same time.

In the mirror of Magnus's blade, he saw himself like a ghost with a poisonous insect crawling in his left eye.

The most sharp knife?

At this moment, Zot's swordsmanship reached the extreme transformation and sublimation, stronger than ever before, as if he saw the eyelashes of all the dying people who fell under his knife trembling. These moments are always closer to the essence of killing than the blade. The blood of all the dead in Old Alan seemed to flow back into the moment before the knife was swung.

Too fast.

Unrivaled in the past and present, no one is lighter than Zote, and no one can be faster than Zote's knife.

Magnus's knife is very slow, but it seems to have gathered all the sharpness between heaven and earth.

More than 20 years of hatred.

How many knives are needed to vent it completely.

The answer is one knife.

Only one knife is needed, it can split the wind and cut off the hatred.

The two passed each other.

Fine snow fluttered.

Fire dyed white frost.

Magnus vomited blood in his mouth and knelt on the ground powerlessly.

Zote took a few steps towards Alan. He was stunned for a while, and the hand blocking the wound on his neck loosened and blood gushed out.

He still wanted to go back to Alan to kill again.

But there was no chance.

Everyone needs a knife, and always wants to cut something with a knife in hand.

Some people became cooks, some people became butchers.

And some people...

died.