In a single exchange, the former elite of the Eye of Nightmares, the traitor who dominated hell and the abyss, was beheaded.
Without the ability to resist, he welcomed the most complete death!
It was not that his skills were not profound enough, nor was it that his strength was not strong enough, but he was essentially a fish on the chopping block!
He had found the wrong opponent …
In Yuan Yuan's hand, the high-pitched sound of metal rubbing against each other could be heard.
The iron crystal was multiplying!
The originally wide and heavy Stigmata Relic began to grow for the second time at this moment.
When Shan Jun's Stigmata once again followed the secret ritual and combined with Cheng Huang's power, it ushered in another explosion. The hungry tiger that had escaped from its cage was greedily gnawing on the blood and bones of the enemy, transforming them into its own mass.
Not only did the original handle become slender, but even the sword blade began to grow with the extension of the iron crystal. Its original length of three feet and six inches rapidly doubled.
It was like a long spear …
It was no longer in the category of an ordinary heavy sword. Instead, it was more and more exaggerated, tracing back and approaching an even more ancient past, finally forming a ferocious shape.
On the blood-stained sword spine, a solemn seal of Yin appeared, bringing with it the blessing of the Dongxia lineage.
— — Shangfang!
The majestic symbol that once guarded the True Dragon and destroyed the rebels — a miracle born from the brewing of the Dongxia Dragon Vein. In order to maintain the purity of the Dragon Vein, it was specially created to deal with the traitors.
It was not an exaggeration to call it the Dragon Blood Crystal!
If used on the battlefield, it would be the Horse-Slaying Sword that subdued rebels and an army of ten thousand. If used internally, it would be the Purging Armament that cleansed evil and wiped out treachery!
Not only was it effective in the Dongxia area, it was even enough to cover the entire territory — all those who had betrayed humanity and turned to the abyss would welcome a complete reckoning in front of it.
Unless there was a relic of the same level to contend against it, all defenses would be completely destroyed by the Dragon Vein's conferment!
"Now, it's your turn …"
Accompanied by Yuan Yuan's words, in the flying blood, the Horse-Slaying Sword roared and rushed in with its master, cutting through the formation of the knights in front and collapsing.
Like a hot knife through butter, it moved forward!
The war had just begun!
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"Recklessly rushing forward … It's really the style of the Yuans."
On a rock at the foot of the mountain, the little hut in the forest looked at the scene in the distance. He shook his head and sighed. "You always talk about your brother, but in the end, you're even braver than him … How can you have the nerve to talk about him like that?"
Seeing that others were already shining on the stage, he was not in a hurry to participate.
They couldn't wait to be in charge of clapping and cheering for their junior sister's brave performance.
If he could touch it, he would touch it thoroughly.
Unfortunately, the situation didn't allow it …
As if sensing the gaze from the top of the mountain, a certain someone, who had originally planned to observe from the sidelines, sighed. "It's done, it's done. It's almost done."
His hands paused for a moment. The withered branches and vines that were casually dug out from under the snow eventually formed a human silhouette that was half the height of a man.
He looked like a scarecrow.
Then, holding the Sword Saint's sword, he casually cut the wooden block in his hand and scattered it on the snow on the ground. A vivid scene of the accident appeared on the simple sand table.
Just like that, it was as if he had succeeded.
He yawned and stabbed the sword into the ground. Then, he reached out in the direction of the battlefield. He casually grabbed in the wind, and a wisp of dark color wrapped around his five fingers.
It spasmed like a worm.
In the end, it quickly crawled into the face of the 'scarecrow', causing the originally casually drawn facial features to become faintly lively.
Just like that, they smiled and looked at each other.
The little hut in the forest suddenly asked.
"Name?"
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"My name is Stassolis!"
In the carriage, next to the main shaman, a person suddenly spoke.
When the others looked at the person who suddenly introduced himself in confusion, they found that he was also at a loss. He didn't understand why the others were looking at him.
It was as if he didn't realize that he had just spoken.
Then, his head split open.
From the top to the neck, it was evenly cut into two by an invisible sharp blade. Blood spurted out.
Under the malice of the Victorious Yan Curse, everything from the soul to the body was shattered.
Only an illusory whisper echoed in everyone's ears. He asked curiously, "Name?"
"Alan Menard."
Bang!
The second head flew from the neck out of thin air. Then, it was ravaged by an invisible force in mid-air. It turned into a fist-sized piece of flesh and shattered on the ground.
Soon, a third voice sounded.
"What's your name?"
"Marko Rapp."
Then, the person whose name was dug out from the soul was cut in half from the middle of his waist!
Invisible malice kept falling from the sky. With the support of the Grand Swordsman's sword, the small wound caused by the Victorious Yan Curse expanded into a terrifying killing that even armor couldn't resist.
The classical music classroom's unique traditional art began again!
One, one, and one after another.
Until the book in Yezhi's hand unhappily closed.
Pak!
The bridge of malice was cut off by an invisible force. Then, a hundred times stronger backlash flowed against the current, causing the 'scarecrow' in front of the little hut in the forest to explode in an instant.
Raging flames ignited from the broken branches, emitting black smoke from the burning souls.
Driven by hatred, the broken souls crawled out from the burning branches and launched a counterattack against the little hut in the forest. Then, he stuffed it back in expressionlessly.
Then, he skillfully pasted a talisman on it and sealed it. Just like that, the scarecrow was burned into a pile of ashes.
After failing so many times, he naturally had experience.
However …
There was a dark silhouette on the train slowly, looking over here with cold eyes.
— — Archbishop Boxun, Tattooed Face!
"Tsk, did I draw too much hatred?"
The little hut in the forest sighed softly. "I didn't want to be the MVP."
But the figure surrounded by blood suddenly drifted in the air. In a flash, it had already crossed thousands of meters. Then, it flashed again … The gap between them began to shorten rapidly.
It sped over!
The corner of the little hut in the forest's eyes twitched. He subconsciously turned back and shouted toward the mountain, "Teacher, can I hand in my paper in advance?"
In the middle of the mountains, the figure holding a coffee cup and leaning against the fire looked down at him.
It seemed to be a smile.
It made him foresee a tragic future where he would be super doubled and doubled.
"Suddenly a big question. You must give me extra points …"
The little hut in the forest sighed in distress. He touched his pocket and found a yellow paper bag folded into a triangle among a pile of miscellaneous items such as his mobile phone, MP3 player, earphone cable, power bank, mobile wifi, wallet, key ring, and so on. He held it between his fingers.
His lips opened and closed, whispering silently.
In an instant, Tattooed Face's ears seemed to be filled with the murmurs of countless people. There was a cacophony of voices, curses, roars, and roars of thousands of people.
In the end, the drifting voice turned into a roar, overlapping in one place and vibrating endlessly in his soul.
"… Three Seven Stars, holding a sword to slay spirits, Zhenxing to bind hands, North Deity to collect souls, evil spirits and monsters, I swear not to listen … Those who listen to my curse, their heads will be broken and their brains will shatter like dust."
Bang!
The paper bag in the little hut in the forest's hand suddenly exploded, and a flame rose, accompanied by the final chant, "Urgent as the law commands — —"
The moment the paper bag burst, Tattooed Face, who flashed in mid-air, moved in unison. Behind the countless pitch-black cracks on his face, a blazing flame suddenly erupted, and his head rapidly expanded.
A low muffled sound, like a balloon bursting, burst forth.
The originally ferocious head had already exploded like fireworks, but there was no blood or bone visible. Instead, a viscous darkness gushed out from within.
The squirming darkness crawled out from the neck, letting out a high-pitched hiss and roar.
"He's still not dead?"
The little hut in the forest didn't have time to feel heartache, as he heard the strange sounds around him.
In the withered forest, the ground was churning like liquid. Countless Cadaveric Dogs crawled out from it and rushed towards him. Soon, they were torn apart in the air. The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Only the blood dyed the snow scarlet, like a blooming peony.
Beside him, the blade that had pierced into the soil buzzed.
In mid-air, Tattooed Face quickly swooped down.
Where the head used to be, countless eyes opened in the squirming darkness, shooting evil light at him. The curse bullets fell like a storm, and the entire forest instantly turned into a land of death.
The withered trees cracked, and countless worms crawled out from within. The snow on the ground seeped with countless pitch-black colors, and the thorns and vines appeared to have the texture of flesh and blood.
In the midst of the evil curse, the little hut in the forest blinked undamaged.
It was completely fine.
Behind him, the phantom of the promoted minister stretched its snake body contentedly, as if Huai Shi had entered hell, feeling a burst of spontaneity and comfort.
But after witnessing the opponent's power of transforming this area into hell by merely imitating a few evil eyes, he could feel the huge gap between them.
This was the accumulation of evil thoughts and curses.
No matter how skilled a spell master was, when fighting with Boxun's priests, it was inevitable that his hands and feet would be tied, let alone an officiant who could be regarded as a spawn of hell!
He was completely restrained …
How the hell was he going to fight?
And Tattooed Face had already raised his palm towards the little hut in the forest not far away. His five fingers quickly cracked, distorted, and turned into tentacles burning with black flames, covering the sky and covering the earth, shrouding over!
One could clearly see the squirming suction cups and ferocious mouthparts at the tip of the tentacles.
The little hut in the forest felt his scalp go numb.
After a moment of consideration between a French military salute and a strategic shift, he came up with the safest solution, and pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground beside him.
He slashed forward!
But that awkward posture, even the darkness in Tattooed Face's abdomen couldn't help but sneer — this is the student of the King of Danbo? Is this the posture of a fire-burning stick?
You seem to be making me laugh!
But then, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because a pale white iron light appeared in the air, crisscrossing, flashing and disappearing. Countless burning tentacles were broken at the waist, and intense pain spread.
And in the midst of the dissipating black flames and flying snow, the little hut in the forest raised its face.
Her originally lively and bright eyes were rapidly becoming turbid and dim.
It was covered with white mist.
In an instant, the lazy young man turned into a dying old man, but there was an incomparable sharpness shooting out from the eyes, looking disdainfully at everything in the world.
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