Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 2525 New Dual Soul Resonance

When~!

The magic sword refined by the ancient civilization lay between the fist mark and the chest, blocking the fierce and domineering punch of the first apostle in time. Shows signs of splintering.

The obsession in 2000 finally made physical contact with Kahn, but this was not the kind of "touch" that Soderos wanted.

The vitality of the transcendent is extremely strong, and the body can be reborn even if the body is broken.

But Soderos had a terrible intuition in his heart. If Kahn hit the vital point with a punch, the vitality of the transcendent level would be far from enough, and the vitality of rebirth would be destroyed.

"Soderos, go back quickly." Casillas shouted violently, waving his sword light to rescue him, because something more terrible was happening.

I saw Kahn pressing forward indifferently, with a blank face, waving his arms, and exerting force again with his fist in the sunken position of the magic sword. With a clang, the sword body split a bigger crack, and then the civilized sacrificial sword The magic sword shattered on the spot.

The punch filled with the law of the gods was firmly imprinted on Soderos' chest, and the depression was extremely amazing.

puff~
Soderos spewed out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs were instantly shattered, his sharp eyes quickly lost their light, and turned into a dull gray in a few breaths, and the exuberant breath of life was dissipating.

The vitality of the transcendent level has failed.

"Soderos!" The magic sword Clarice was shocked, and the soft light quickly spread to prevent his body from falling down, but the naked eye could see that the inside of his body was completely broken, and the most terrifying thing was that there was no sign of rebirth at all.

The vitality of the transcendent level was completely invalidated by Kahn's punch, and it was cut off.

"He just...died?" Casillas hurried over with a complicated look on his face, the steel blade in his right hand was still dripping his own blood.

Before the war, they actually had corresponding psychological preparations, with the determination to go forward, to challenge and break the millennium obsession that Kahn brought to them.

The first apostle Kahn was too strong. They had practiced penance for 2000 years and 1000 years respectively, and they never dared to say with confidence that their swords would definitely hurt Kahn.

However, the romance of a swordsman may be knowing that there is no hope, but going there anyway.

Someone died, or both of them were wiped out, all of which were considered at the very beginning.

Casillas doesn't have much sadness in his heart, because sadness will not turn back time, will not bring the dead back to life, and is a meaningless emotional expression.

I just feel very sorry, Soderos is a respectable swordsman opponent and a pretty good friend.

"I've already burnt my blood, and only my soul is left for the final blow." The conqueror slowly turned to the first apostle, his eyes still unyielding and high-spirited!

After the final blow, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be left with serious injuries that could not be healed, and even fall into a great realm.

However, it doesn't matter.

"Cassilias, enough is enough..." Clarice sighed sadly, and she also understood Soderos's desire to break the nightmare of 2000.

For death, Soderos has always ignored it and never paid attention to it.

But enough is enough, the enemy is so powerful beyond imagination, it is an impossible natural enemy to defeat, there is no need to waste precious life in vain.

And you guys have come a long way, haven't you?

Think about it a long time ago, in the face of Casillas' full blow, Kahn folded his arms indifferently, and didn't even bother to dodge.

Now he has started to fight back, throwing punches frequently, which proves from the side that your growth is amazing.

You have been able to threaten his personal safety, isn't that enough, your goal has been achieved.

Casillas smiled on his ghostly face, raised the blood-stained steel blade in front of him, and said lightly: "I understand what you said, but ah, Clarice, the goal of our swordsmen is to be very pure. Yes, noble, as hard as this steel blade, I will not surrender twice to an enemy."

To injure Kahn is to injure him head-on, and there is no room for rhetoric to ease it, which is a shame.

Clarice is silent, a pure and noble swordsman, willing to defend her arrogance with her life.

"Wait, Soderos?" Clarice was shocked, because behind the conqueror, a pale and translucent figure appeared, whose face looked like the dead Soderos.

A powerful soul body has the power to stay in the world and affect reality, and a strong enough soul body can even last forever, no different from ordinary life.

Of course, the premise is that he can always avoid the pursuit of the underworld.

"Soderos, you are going to live in the sword and become a sword spirit, no different from me, and you can survive for a long time." The magic sword Clarice approached and proposed an idea.

Otherwise, if exposed for a long time, not only will the power of the soul gradually dissipate, but it will also easily attract the pursuit of the messengers of the underworld.

Fortunately, Soderos's obsession was not negative emotions, otherwise he might turn into a terrifying ghost on the spot.

The sword intent of Soderos' soul body is still strong, and every ray of soul power flowing outward can be turned into a sword cry that soars into the sky, but this state is by no means a long-term solution.

"If you try to survive in this way, it's no different from ants hiding in the dark. I don't really mean it." Soderos was impassioned, and he took life and death very lightly, and he didn't show a panicked expression.

The magic sword Clarice slandered for a while, and she had no eyes, otherwise she would definitely give Soderos a displeased wink.

I know that your ideals are extremely lofty and pure, but look at what you said, didn't it make me lie down directly, as if I were the villain who stole life.

"I saw the road spreading from the underworld." Soderos sighed looking at the starry sky, as if he had let go of his obsession and desire for survival, and was about to walk towards the gate of the underworld.

"Wait a minute." Casillas suddenly stopped Soderos, his eyes were burning, and he said: "Why don't you swing the last sword with me, and then there is a companion on the road, you know Qiyou."

Qiyou, who was scared away by the girls on Planet Aiken, was almost caught as a good helper for childbirth. The girls are all big and round, with strong muscles, and many strange horns, spikes, etc. on their bodies.

Even Yelin, who is a top-notch XP system version, has been severely challenged by the Ghost Clan's aesthetic style, saying that he really can't do it and can't stand it.

Casillas mentioned Qiyou, of course, not to think of the girl of the Ghost Shadow Clan, but the special state of Qiyou and Yadao God Mohan blending life and death, human and ghost.

The two have the same mind, Qiyou's sword can cut through reality, and Mohan points directly at the soul. The cooperation of the two can exert the power of one plus one greater than two.

As it happens, Casillas knows the secret of this coexistence.

If the last sword can achieve your lifelong ideal and survive by luck, there should be a way to solve your broken body. For example, that woman Herder is very good at pinching people.

"The last sword!" Casillas stretched out his hand. Wouldn't it be full of sighs if you and I ended up completely, and couldn't hide the unwillingness in his eyes.

My broken body can still swing the sword, you and I have two unyielding fighting spirits with high sword intent, so how about swinging the last sword? !

Soderos looked solemn, nodded slowly without much hesitation, walked towards Casillas' body, and the soul shadow merged with him.

boom!
In an instant, a stronger sword intent than before burst out, and the stars that buried millions of swords instantly turned into tiny fragments. Casillas' left arm was twisting, turning into a pale and bloodless color.

Soderos's soul power is stronger than that of Kazan, enough to transform a body for a short period of time, so as to achieve the state of two souls resonating.

"Why is it the arm? It would be great if you could change my big belly." In the tense atmosphere, Casillas said coldly.

"It's kind of interesting." The first apostle was still as cold as a piece of ice, but there was a little interest in his eyes, and there was an imperceptible solemnity.

beautiful world
The conqueror who watched the battle drank heavily and shouted to the distant Yelin: "Can I help him as a personality, or a sword."

"Of course, that guy Kahn was cheating."

(End of this chapter)