Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 492 The Light of the Moon
It was a strong sense of loss, a sense of panic that was about to be lost, that he would never see each other again, and never say a word, and it instantly filled his brain and his limbs.

Death, a very straightforward and ruthless word.

It is not often mentioned in daily conversation, but it makes everyone who mentions it have a strange feeling.

Everyone is mortal...

However, it was too early and too cruel.

It turned out that I cared so much about that dark elf bandit, was it indispensable?

It turns out that his own strength is so weak.

A strong sense of lack, like a heart suddenly hollowed out.

The soul has since then had a flaw that cannot be filled.

…………

"ten……"

Ye Lin lowered his brows, and slowly clenched a long and narrow Taisao, like a bright moon and white jade, in his hand.

Infused with the essence of the power of moonlight, it is flawless, like a soft work of art, a long knife that can fascinate people at a glance, and the light of the moon.

This knife is also the knife of the soul, different from the destructive trauma of the blade of cracking the soul, its power is softer, and the backlash against the user is relatively small, but it can also quietly cut off the enemy's wounds when the moonlight diffuses. soul.

The brightest moonlight, the softest death.

Theoretically, the most suitable for this knife is Fengying who pursues "extreme beauty".

He was silently counting down, and while waiting for an instant, he swung an absolute blow with the light of the moon.

The color of moonlight, the fragrance of a woman.

Tears break the sword, how long is love.

Looking at the bright moon, my heart is sad.

Eternal hatred ~ reincarnation taste.

"Nine……"

Mei Weisi was angry and surprised, angry, it was this shameless person who obviously possessed the fifth element that could annihilate rocks silently, but still hugged her waist from behind, so the space was so cramped.

Surprisingly, it was the absolute focus of the other party's eyes at this time, eliminating all distracting thoughts, and pouring out all the infusion!

From a shameless person to an awe-inspiring sword god, in an instant.

"Eight……"

…………

"It's so painful~"

The noisy and violent battle fluctuations, the chaotic and distorted invisible force, and the furious and ferocious swearing-to-death blood, turned the small underground space into a turbulent whirlpool.

Sherlock looked sadly at the human figure in front of him, who was no longer human, but a blood-soaked ghost, with red eyes covered in blood, and his reluctance and attachment to life.

She saw a shadow of herself in Lukexi.

Her own body was almost invisible, beyond the reach of ordinary swords, but the blood demon who hit her vitals, with twisted arms and strange blood, was more like an invitation from the god of death.

He still underestimated the characters in this world, but he was helpless. Imprisoned in a dark cave, he couldn't even absorb the warmth of a ray of sunshine.

"You're so poor..." she sneered.

Xilock's body is like a sand castle swallowed by the tide, its appearance crumbles and collapses, leaving only seven strengths like gravel.

And Lukexi, who lost his specific attack target, his sanity collapsed like Sherlock's, and there were blood or mixed blood tears flowing on his face like a ghost.

Covered in bright red blood, the pitiful figure who lost himself and suffered the pain of Kazan Syndrome was full of some kind of persistent persistence and the breath of death.

"Perseverant person, you are very similar to me, but you defeated my body and let my resurrection return, it will be delayed for more than ten years!"

Sherlock, who was about to die and was about to disappear, was blowing like a gentle wind, surrounding the bloody figure at the end of the crossbow, and the invisible tentacles slowly soothed the wounds all over his body.

It seemed to be pity, but also like mocking.

It is not so much a compliment as a contempt.

Those tentacle-like things sticking to Lukexi's skin, penetrated into the warm flesh and blood from those cracked wounds.

The almost transparent figure suddenly revealed a mixture of ferocious, ferocious, mocking and other emotions.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Sherlock's wild laughter, mixed with the sound of energy explosion, resembled the unwillingness to cry before death.

"I want to keep you in pain forever, you can struggle, but you can never escape!"

An illusory soul was pulled out of a body that was about to be unbearable by Sherlock's almost transparent tentacles.

That soul was not in pain, but with relief in its eyes, and looked back like nostalgia.

However, black and red energies filled the entire space, entangled with each other, and she couldn't see the face she wanted to see.

"That's your lover? Hehe..."

Sherlock suddenly let out a shrill and sharp cry, like the last cry before dying, mixed with strong anger and confusion.

She couldn't figure out what effect this emotion had, what was so commendable about it, making a person willing to die for others?

She is a seed floating in Zhuyalopa, whose roots penetrate the core of the earth, and whose petal-like skirt covers half of the planet.

She competed with the aborigines for the warmth of the planet, and imprisoned each other in the ice prison, laughing at Mistel's overreach.

But Juyaropa's energy was not enough, not enough for her to fully bloom, and one day, the woman brought a sweet, fatally seductive aroma.

As long as you can drink a full sip, you can meet all the conditions for your own blooming!
She was deceived, and she also took the initiative to go to the devil world, which was so barren that no weeds grew, and obtained a little bit of water.

Not enough, she needs more!
It can only live in the center of the only hot orbit, chewing sand and devouring the electricity produced by that old man from time to time.

She was waiting for that sweet liquid to fully appear, but not long ago, she was deprived of all roots, and was transferred to this cold, damp place by an irresistible force.

Enjoyed once, Mistel's treatment.

From birth to death, she has been in competition and monopoly all the way. For a little heat, she ruthlessly drove away the aborigines and started a war with Anton, wishing to get rid of each other and quickly.

In her view, selfishness is in nature, if she doesn't fight, she will die.

But how can anyone be willing to sacrifice their lives for others?
Will he give up absorbing electricity for Antoin?

Don't be kidding, if it wasn't for the Tartan aliens living on it, she would have liked to turn the black volcano into an extinct volcano.

"I will imprison your soul in pain forever, I will erase all traces of your existence, no one will remember you, no one will shed tears for you."

"After you die, he will walk out of this ghost place, not remembering that anyone died for him, and you... will completely forget each other!"

Already in the final madness, Sherlock couldn't tell whether he was angry because of excessive loss of energy, or mocking humans, or...jealousy.

Except for the joy when she took root in Zhuya Luopa, she has never felt emotional warmth. She has set up countless layers of defenses in her spiritual world, just to cover up the deepest part of her mind, the lonely flower that has not yet fully bloomed. flower.

The soul and the blood-soaked body kept overlapping and separating. Even though Lukexi was enduring all kinds of pain and knew she was about to die, she was still smiling.

Very light, very gentle, and reluctant.

"However, his life is more important than mine."

"madness!"

The last power erupted, and Lukexi's soul was instantly torn out, and her gorefiend-like body was also washing away the sandcastle like running water, dissipating bit by bit.

Rage, jealousy, unwillingness, and resentment mixed with her last apostle power, in the black and red energy, where A-Gump couldn't see, it turned into a giant purple snake, about to swallow its tail in one bite An entangled soul.

……

Tick ​​~

"one!"

Moonlight Slash!
Like the reckless brilliance of the full moon, the stream flowing in the forest, the sharp arc light is intoxicating, and the silver flakes are scattered all over the ground.

The crescent moon is like a knife, like water, and cut the snake's tail of the purple giant snake.

The fragile soul that was dragged out of the body and fell into a coma was drawn by a sunny golden book, and quickly approached.

The elements were surging, and he used flashy magic skills to cover the sight of the four people, creating a tragic image of Sherlock's death explosion.

(End of this chapter)