Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

"Rose Flower Sword·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 it, Eberhard was completely overwhelmed by the evolved absolute killing power, and a crystal clear iron rose like blood jade bloomed 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 Bohad seems to be recovering continuously, but the physical injuries are well recovered, but the soul-level injuries are not so simple. Each time his recovery will make the murderous intent to corrode the soul more deeply.

"It's over."

Feeling the situation outside, locking on 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, also condense their real names, but instead of entrusting their real names, they turn to themselves and merge them with the flesh.

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

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

"Dragon Sword Art·Four Elements Rhythm."

The forces of earth, wind, water and fire are manifested in turn, colliding with each other, symbolizing the initial chaos of the chaotic air current lingering on the tip of Ulyn Borges' sword, permeating an aura of destruction.

The real eye became apparent, ignoring the numerous obstacles. For a moment, in the unknown space, the pure golden dragon pupil of Julen Borges reflected the real name of Eberhard's infestation by the killing 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 sword.

The flowers fell like rain. At the moment when the foil in the hand of Julien Borges cut down, as if it could not bear the power of the sword, the foil collapsed and turned into withered petals again.

Chaos derives, a sword falls, and 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 superficial fierceness, 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 piercing scream, desperately breaking free from the blockade of Jurine Borges swordsmanship, but it was already too late at this time, Eberhard’s body had begun to blur, and the surrounding chaos was lingering. Breath, just now, his real name was cut by Euren 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 born with the power of the four elements, so it is truly unique."

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

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

"It doesn't seem to be 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, even breaking through the spreading chaos.

"Hell Demon."

The storm in his eyes swept across, watching the sudden change, the look of the storm lord became dignified.

"It seems that Ebohard, the king, has really fallen into evil."

When he said this, 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. Si's expectation ~www.readwn.com~Tantalus, the third pillar of the demon **** foolish lord, deceiver, deceiver, creator of the devil, unexpectedly turned out to be you, the scum of hell. "

All reality is reflected in the golden dragon pupils. Through the portal of **** that has not yet been fully formed, Euren 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 wafting with smiles, everyone who saw him can feel his friendship from the heart.

"My little toy can't just let you destroy 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's not the first time I have seen it, I can't help but feel sick every time I see your disgusting face."

There was disdain on the bright face, but at this moment, Julien Borges’ inner heart was unprecedentedly solemn. The Demon God of Hell’s Third Pillar was by no means a weak person, and no one was allowed to underestimate it.

Om, the three pairs of wings behind are flapping, and the magnificent power begins to gather around Urine Borges, forming a tide of elements. He wants to break the door of **** that has not yet been fully formed, and completely kill Ebohard, no Give Tantalus any chance.

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

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