Arad's unruly savior

The vicissitudes of time have not wiped out the greed of the Ghost Shadow Clan.

There is a rusty sword stuck in the old man's chest, pierced back and forth, he is dead, the fire of life is extinguished, but his obsession remains, and it becomes an instinct to evolve the sword energy that cuts the moon every once in a while .

After death, he can still maintain his obsessive sobriety, without the muddy resentment of ghosts and gods. Mei Weisi believes that his predecessor is already extraordinary enough, and he is worthy of being a brilliant person of that era.

"This place has come down three times in total, but you all seem to be new to it, and have no impression."

The old man raised his hand and used his finger as a sword. The bright and violent sword energy contained a sense of death. Not only did the king's capital be divided into two, but countless ghosts and shadows died under the sword energy.

He didn't look like a senior who was waiting for the younger generation to come, preaching and accepting karma to dispel doubts, but like a ruthless killing god, annihilating all disturbers.

Hundreds of tribes and forces, large and small, began to fight for the secret method in the capital. Blood flowed in the streets and washed into rivers. The corpses were paved into new ground and trampled underfoot. No one would go Take a souvenir.

There are also people rushing here, but there is a powerful prohibition barrier nearby, and the weak cannot get close. In a sense, it also represents the dissipated ancient civilization.

"Old man, I need your emotions to cut out that decisive sword again." Casillas's palm was slowly placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. His style of doing things has always been neat and straight.

"I'm already dead, how can I die again? If this body is immortal, you can wait for the next ten years of blood moon."

"We can't wait ten years!" Casillas said coldly.

He was better, but Soderos' blood was drying up, and without the protection of the Tower of Despair, his hair was even grayer, but his eyes were still stern.

"Hehe...what's your name, it's not bad."

Facing the senior with a rude attitude, the old man unexpectedly smiled, and his wrinkled face softened a little. For the first time, someone didn't care about the majestic fighting spirit in his body, and purely pursued the way of the sword, that endless sword of death.

Casillas's face twitched, irritated, why are these guys like that woman, talking in a jerk and without accuracy.

The rusty sword that pierced the old man's chest now suddenly had a clear and translucent sword intent, faded away from decay, and was flawless.

"The chance to kill me, or this volume of sword scriptures, you choose one." He pulled out his long sword, which was engraved with ancient runes, absolutely extraordinary.

Yelin glanced at the source of the rune, and wrote down the content. If it is useful in the future, write it down.

There is no end to learning, and there must be my teacher. After all, it is the mystery of the sword of a half-step source-level strongman, and it is worth watching quietly.

"I am going to challenge an opponent who is almost impossible to defeat, and I need your decisive sword, the ultimate sword intent."

As for killing this dead old man, it is inexplicable and unreasonable!

He had challenged the old man Luke before, but he was pointed out by the people in the demon world, saying that he bullied the widowed old man and had no demeanor of a strong man. Casillas was wronged, and he couldn't explain it.

Although he doesn't care about his own reputation, he doesn't like being blamed at will. The old man's full state is the monarch of light and dark, the king of Hebron.

It wasn't until the Silent City incident that he cleared up the scapegoat, but it also left a sequelae, that is, he felt scared when he saw the old man and didn't want to do anything.

"Casillas, you are you, you are not him after all." Ye Lin said suddenly, his words were still a bit mysterious, but Casillas was shocked and remained silent for a long time.

Casillas took the sword, turned around and was about to leave. He suddenly figured out how to swing the blood-burning and soul-burning sword without the state bonus when he was not in a desperate situation. A sword to the death.

He is not this old man. Why did the other party die in the first place, and in what state did he slash that sword? This is a miracle that can only be used as a reference and cannot be copied a second time.

Daredevil!

Whether it is the rebirth from the cocoon, or the brilliance of the last sword, the indomitable will to die is the prerequisite.

"It's my obsession." Casillas closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wind and thunder moved. Even if he died, he would still swing his own sword.

"I should be able to find Kahn." Yelin said again.

"Hehe, do you want me to die early? Burn some paper for me with Bibi." The fourth uncle made a cold humor. He has a contract with Bibi, and now he is really going to leave.

Ye Lin feels that another sword is not a chance for the opponent, because another conqueror has already done it because of the will to die.

"Young Ghost Clan, do you really want to leave?" The old man stood up slowly, his rough and jerky joints creaking, and in an instant, a battle energy as bright as a scorching sun burst out from his body, the final sublimation after death , with a faint meaning of transcendence.

"If you have good wine to entertain me, I can stay for a while, but it's all broken copper and iron, broken tiles."

"I didn't expect the prophecy to come true. There will be a king who will rule the world, ignore the temptation of fighting spirit, and rule the world."

The Talma Empire, a splendid civilization, is the overlord of Planet Aiken. Whether it is the vast grasslands, the vast oceans, the mountains, it is the land of the king.

The militant blood of the Ghost Shadow Clan drove the empire to be invincible, and the achievements of civilization began to shine. Swordsmanship, secret arts, sects, and temples of practice, emerged like stars, and blossomed like thousands of flowers one by one.

A hundred kinds of moonlight secret arts are nothing more than a star in that era.

Until, just like Fengying created the Liangyi Gong, Aiken also had amazing talents, and a cultivation faction called "Duqi" appeared.

There is almost no threshold for the practice of fighting qi, unless it is a dull idiot... It is a kind of power that dissolves in flesh and blood. After cultivation, it can greatly strengthen the body, and the realm progresses extremely fast. Due to the application of various secret techniques, it immediately spread widely among the Ghost Shadow Clan and became the mainstream of the line.

Until, by chance, someone discovered that killing other ghosts who cultivated fighting qi could devour their fighting qi and turn it into their own use.

There are ghosts and shadows who have made rapid progress in this realm, but their bodies have become more and more mutated, their emotions have become more indifferent, and their war urges are high.

Perhaps, it is not an "accidental" opportunity. According to the cockroach theory, when an evil thing is put on the table, there are already many bones in the dark.

Later, the most serious situation also appeared. Some nobles kept slaves who practiced fighting spirit and killed them like livestock.

"Sure enough, as Sugarcane guessed, the ghost clan and the magic gunners are in a similar situation, but Aiken is all the magic gunners, and they are even crazier." Xiaoyu muttered.

Feng Ying was amazed, and said: "I think it's a bit like the online game played by Beyana, killing monsters can gain experience and level up."

"Since the side effects of battle qi are so obvious, why not ban it?" Hiate couldn't help asking, her sword control skill was originally forbidden by the empire, and only those with permission could practice it.

"It's probably because grudges have spread too far, similar to the extraordinary ability of the Eye of Darkness, and the side effects of grudges can be passed on to others, so it's too tempting." Mo Mei shuddered slightly. Practitioners of qi can take away the achievements of each other's thoughts and qi, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

This is no longer something that the empire can prohibit, but an unstoppable greedy ambition, like a flood that bursts a bank, overwhelming the sky.

"Drazen, the ghost king, has one hundred thousand fighting ghosts. He slaughters a certain number every day to gain the power of fighting spirit." Soderos said lightly. He has been in Aiken for a while and knows more than Astros.

Feng Ying hurriedly examined her Liangyi Gong, the three flowers gathering at the top, the five qi at the top, and the seven stars Yaohua, all the way was normal, and said: "So, someone wants to kill you to obtain your realm achievements?"

"My brother."

Dou Qi is a training method that he accidentally comprehended when he was practicing a moonlight secret technique, and tempered his body with moonlight. Later, when the Talma Empire Building collapsed, he was pierced through the heart with a sword of infinite anger and grief. His sword vented towards the moon.

"Actually, there are some ghosts who practice fighting qi normally, but you don't eat people, but others want to eat you all the time, so you have to eat people." Soderos continued.

He met a monastery gatekeeper named "Xi Ni", who believed that there were treasures in the monastery he was guarding, and they also saw his strong fighting spirit, and wanted to break in, but they were all defeated by Xi Ni. men.

One battle after another, more and more rotting corpses in the temple, Xi Ni was awakened by the battle and thirsty for blood, he pulled out the pillars of the temple, killed wantonly, and absorbed the fighting spirit of others.

If you don't want to become someone else's food, you can only eat people first!