Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

　　 "Rose Foil·Blood Rose in full bloom."

The flowers bloomed and only withered. Behind the beauty was murderous intent. When the rose flower sword distorted the perception of Abhad to the limit, the dormant killing intent broke out, locking the weakness of Abhad in the dark, Yulin · Borges slashed down with a sword. In addition to being a mythical dragon, he himself is also a rare saint in the sword.

Roar, a roar full of fright reverberated in the void, unable to avoid, Ebohard was completely overwhelmed by the absolute killing power that evolved, and a crystal-clear, blood jade-like iron rose blooming slowly with him as the center. Constantly stripped of his vitality.

The flesh and blood were dried up and recovered again. At the critical moment, the terrifying recovery ability of the seventh-order throne knight was vividly displayed on Eberhard's body. He insisted on carrying the damage of Yulin Borges' swordsmanship and constantly recovering his own. Injury.

　　 "It's useless, all struggles are in vain."

　　 The tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground, and his exquisite face was full of coldness. Looking at the struggling Eberhard, a sarcasm flashed in the eyes of Julen Borges.

The blooming blood rose is the ultimate move of the rose flower sword. It takes the meaning of decay when the flowers are withered and turns it into a terrifying killing intent. Under the blessing of swordsmanship, this killing intent is as real as it can be. Slashing the body can erode the soul even more.

The souls of the seventh-tier throne knights are melted into the flesh, and ordinary methods can't hurt their souls. This kind of killing intent can penetrate the knight’s body and immerse the soul will scattered in every inch of their flesh and blood. Now love Bohard seems to be recovering continuously, but the physical injuries are well recovered, but the soul-level injuries are not so simple. Every time his recovery will make the murderous intent to corrode the soul more deeply.

　　 "It's time to end."

　　 Feeling the situation of the outside world, locked in the real name of Ebohard, who has been tainted by killing intent, Yulin Borges slowly raised the foil in his hand.

　　 The seventh-order throne knights, like most of the seventh-order existences, have also condensed their real names, but they did not trust their real names, but instead turned to themselves for help and align them with the flesh.

　　 Such a choice, combined with the characteristics of the throne knight's soul being melted into the flesh, created the throne knight's physical immortality. Any drop of blood and any hair that detached can become the basis for their resurrection, almost immortal.

　　 Boom, the power is boiling, the coercion that belongs to the dragon emperor begins to permeate Yulin Borges' body, and the four element powers representing earth, wind, water and fire begin to converge on the tip of his sword.

　　 "Dragon Sword Art·Four Elements Rhythm."

　　The power of geo, water, and fire manifested in turn, colliding with each other, symbolizing the initial chaos of the chaotic air flow lingering on the tip of Yulin Borges' sword, filling with an aura of destruction.

　　 The real eye became apparent, ignoring the numerous obstacles, and for a moment, in the unknown space, the pure golden dragon pupil of Julen Borges reflected the real name of Eberhard’s murderous 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, Yulin Borges slashed down with a single sword.

　　 The flowers fell like rain. At the moment when the foil was cut in the hands of Julen Borges, it seemed that the foil could not bear the power of the sword. The foil collapsed and turned into withered petals again.

　　 Chaos derives, a sword falls, the strands of chaotic energy are like the released evil beasts, the whale swallows everything, assimilating all the surrounding matter into chaos, returning to their original appearance.

　　 Roar, the roaring sound came from Eberhard's mouth, but in addition to the fierceness on the surface, there was an unconcealable panic in the roar.

Kazed, accompanied by a sound as if something was broken in the depths of his heart, Ebohard struggled more and more, and the violent vindictiveness transformed into the void, like a bloodthirsty bat, emitting sharply and sharply. The harsh screams just broke free from the blockade of Jurine Borges swordsmanship at all costs, but it was too late at this time, and Eberhard’s body had begun to blur, and the surrounding chaos was lingering. Breath, just now, his real name was cut by Yulin Borges.

Outside the secret realm, looking at the secret realm that has returned to the original and completely occupied by chaos, the look of the Lord of the Storm, the Lord of Dawn, and Sieggel are different, but it is undeniable that they all rose up in their hearts at this moment. There is a trace of jealousy about Yulin Borges. Facing the erosion of chaos, these true gods also need to be cautious, but Yulin Borges has evolved such power with swordsmanship.

　　 "The fairy dragon is naturally endowed with the power of the four elements and is indeed unique."

　　 Looking at the two figures in the secret realm through the boundless chaos, the Lord of the Storm let out a sigh.

　　 Hearing the words, although the Lord of Dawn and Sieggel did not speak, they both showed their approval.

　　 "It seems that the matter is not over yet."

The ethereal voice sounded, his expression changed, and there was a faint smile on the face of Artemis, Lord of the Dawn, and at the moment when his voice fell, the abnormal change occurred again, a magnificent but darkened one. And the power of disorder rose from the depths of the secret realm, and even broke through the spreading chaos.

　　 "Hell Demon God."

　　 The storm in his eyes swept across, watching the sudden change, the look of the Lord of the Storm became serious.

　　 "It seems that the king Eberhard has fallen into evil."

　　 When he said this, the Lord of Dawn's eyes fell on Sieggel.

Hearing that, Sieggel's expression remained unchanged, and he looked dignifiedly into the depths of the secret realm. At this moment, there, a portal to **** is being formed, which is beyond Him and Yulin Borge. As expected.

　　 "Tantaros, the master of the third pillar of the devil's foolishness, bewitcher, deceiver, and creator of the devil, unexpectedly turned out to be the scum of you hell."

All reality is reflected in the golden dragon pupils. Through the portal of **** that has not yet been fully formed, Yulin Borges saw a figure sitting on the throne in the endless darkness. His figure is thin and his legs are folded. , Supporting his face with one hand, a pair of lavender eyes rippling with a smile, everyone who sees him can feel his friendliness from the heart~www.readwn.com~my little toy Can't it just let you break it like this? "

As if perceiving the peeping of Julen Borges, Tantalus, the lord of foolishness, raised his head and met Julien Borges’ sight. At this moment, his picture embodies the delicate beauty to the extreme. A child-like innocent smile appeared on his face.

　　 "Although it is not the first time I have seen it, I can't help but want to nauseous every time I see your disgusting face."

　　 expressed disdain on the face, but at this moment, the depths of Julen Borges’ heart was unprecedentedly solemn. The third pillar of **** was by no means weak, and no one was allowed to underestimate it.

Om, the three pairs of wings flapped behind him, and the magnificent power began to gather around Julien Borges, forming a tide of elements. He wanted to break the door of **** that was not fully formed and completely kill Ebohard, no Give Tantalus any chance.

　　 "Don't be so nervous, Julien Borges, there is a barrier from the world. I can't really come here now, and I don't want to hurt you either."

　　 Across the barriers of the world, Tantalus’s careless smile emerged in the depths of Julien Borges’ heart. In front of him, all of Julien Borges’ thoughts seemed to be seen through.

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