God after all

Chapter 12 Sword Skills (3)

The beautiful young man standing on the front of the car flew away, moving ten meters away from where he was originally staying.

The black object ambushing from behind him flew into the air.

These monsters seem to be light in size, but when they pounce, they carry the gravity like a boulder smashing down the roof of the car.

Four or five cars were paralyzed and scrapped, and the bouncing tires cut off the bodies of several people who stood still.

Leng Ji lightly jumped over the vehicles and the stream of people who were stiff like sculptures, and killed the target.

The broken limbs on Genelle's side have been joined together, and the restored body sprang up from the ground with lightning and went straight to the comer.

Leon was faster than his younger brother, blocking between the two opponents who were about to fight.

Should have used the magic knife Satan to block the power of the sword from above, but Leyleon grabbed it with his bare hands.

Blood flowed from the palm holding the blade.

Not only was Genelle, who was surrounded by an arm and tightly guarded, opened his eyes wide, even the dark pupils of the sword wielder staring at Leon had a flash of surprise.

The hand was not cut off - this is the source of Leng Ji's surprise.

The demon-subduing sword "Nemesis" was caught by Lelion with one hand. Was it because he couldn't dodge that he faced the danger?
No, it's because the power of the sword is unable to condense the killing blow under the influence of space constraints, and its power is weakened.

Seeing the current situation clearly, Leng Ji stared at Leon's smiling face, and there was a bottomless shadow flowing in his indifferent pupils.

"elder brother!"

Genelle who was pushed away with one hand shouted anxiously.However, the only response to him was the clashing sound of fighting.

"What is your relationship with the evil god?"

He stared silently at Leyleon's right hand holding the knife handle tightly.

A black pattern is clearly imprinted on the back of this hand - a black dragon and a red snake wrapped around an inverted cross!
This is the symbol used by the most mysterious church in history, the Doctor's Secret Party (codenamed the Black Dragon Anti-Cross Society), to worship evil gods that really exist but are unknown to the world.

Leon sneered, "How about I exchange questions with each other? Are you the son of a virgin?"

"Yes."

Such a straightforward answer was beyond Leyleon's expectation.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you. I have nothing to do with the evil god."

"So your dark aristocrats of unknown origin have not interfered with this church? But the signs are clearly the same."

Calm Rong's voice had a calm and calm momentum, even if the swordsmanship he swung was frequently suppressed by Leyleon, his calm and calm still could not be shaken a bit.

"Didn't the angel guarding you tell you? Where did our dark nobles come from? What purpose?"

Seeing Leng Ji silently responding, Leyleon smiled knowingly.

"I didn't expect you to tolerate your envoy and hide something from you."

More than concealment?Leng Ji knows nothing about himself except that he is the descendant of the god ancestor, shoulders the mission of destroying the demon god race, and knows the names of the two envoys around him.

Regarding those taboo secrets, Michael and Muchel were unwilling to let him touch them prematurely, saying that the time had not yet come.

They didn't want to talk too much, and Leng Ji never forced to ask more.

"Don't you worry about keeping the two hidden envoys by your side? Now that the traces that have been hidden for many years are suddenly leaked, haven't you thought about it carefully?"

Leon issued malicious hints and warnings, but did not see the emotional fluctuations on the young man's face as he wished.

"You have nothing to do with the evil god, right? The lackey of the demon god."

"It has nothing to do with the evil god."

The brief dialogue did not last long, and was soon broken by external forces.

The dark creatures climbing on the walls of the buildings focus on the target, besieging and swooping in all directions.

When the danger was approaching, Leng Ji jumped up at a high speed in less than 0.05 seconds, turned around behind the ambusher, swung his knife to kill, and chopped off six or seven heads.

The whole killing process took less than a second.

A fountain of blood exploded from the neck cavity where the decapitated part was located, splashing into the air.

At the moment when the rain of blood fell, he drifted to the back of Lelion, and thrust forward violently with the hand holding the sword, a flickering mighty white light cut through the air.

The result of the hunt was—Leng Ji only felt that there was no stabbing sensation in his hand.

"So fast!"

Genelle stared blankly, two images were intertwined in his wide-open eyes, and he didn't know what kind of mood they were fighting with.

The eyes are full of intensive light rubbed by electric light and flint, dazzling and dazzling eyes.

The clang was loud and endless, without the slightest lingering sound of air leakage.

Genelle was dazzled and couldn't tell who was fighting. The two black figures confused the audience.

The torrential rain brought pain like falling ice cannons, the strong wind exacerbated the thrilling death-match situation, and the whistling sound was like a sneer.

The few people in the standing rain stiffened like sculptures, creating a strange feeling of shadowy shadows, and the evil and ominous atmosphere was growing crazily.

There are raindrops splashing on the silver blade of the sword, the flash of the sword, and the sparks.

Leon, who jumped up into the sky, flipped over and flew into the sky, then retreated and landed 20 meters away, Yushu Linfeng's figure stood upright.

A deathmatch on par, as his lightness avoids moments of tension.

But even so, the strong murderous aura in the flowing air still intensified the chilling atmosphere of the battle.

The long sword in Leng Ji's hand continued to radiate beams of purple air, and a surge of explosive power penetrated the slender blade. In the movement of raising the hand that bounced off the edge of the sword, the sharp purple light flew through the void.

In the distance, Leyleon dodged sideways, and the range of the light blade that brushed against his body was extended by more than ten meters in a straight line, and the row of vehicles standing on the side of the road was split in half.

This kind of overbearing and astonishing lethality even caused a crack more than half a meter deep on the ground.

Leyleon retaliated sharply at his opponent, waved the lightsaber in his hand, and the white blade, which was not inferior to the man in the iron mask, was blocked by the silver blade that was flying with purple energy.

The first ear-piercing clang pierced through the air, followed by continuous, vigorous clashes of knives and swords.

The two black figures fought close to each other again, and the fight was earth-shattering.

The extreme destructive power left the ground scarred and unrecognizable, and almost all the vehicles that stayed on the entire street were scrapped.

Several cars flipped into the air and exploded, setting off thick fire and smoke.

Affected by the binding force of space, there are still people who are stiff as sculptures on the street.

But they were all safe and sound miraculously, because the man in the iron mask used the defensive spell rune cross star to protect them.

Leon sneered:

"You are so kind! If these people know that the man in the iron mask is the legendary son of the virgin, and all wars are started because of the man in the iron mask, what will they think? Would they wish you could die sooner?"

Silent and speechless, anger condensed on the blade of the sword, and a blow from bottom to top hit the opponent's body.

Scarlet blood splashed on the noble and beautiful black shadow's shoulders, and he covered the bleeding place with his hands and jumped back, as if he was riding the wind and landed in an extremely elegant posture.

"It's useless, no matter how many times you cut it, my body will regenerate. What can Nemesis, the demon sword, do to me?"

Leon called it a body that would regenerate no matter how many times it was cut, and the cracks from the shoulders to the sternum healed miraculously, and the deep wounds disappeared without a trace.

Only a tear in his clothes indicated that he was really injured.

Leng Ji raised his sword and stabbed in front of him in less than a second.

The swords clashed, and the blow hit. Ziguang and Baiguang burst into fierce sparks between the two confronting people, and the two huge and incomparable forces turned into sharp brilliance and shocked them back.

Under the pressure of the steel colliding with each other, the two black shadows bounced back uncontrollably, and the distance between each other was more than 20 meters.

Neither side hesitated, and rushed forward.

The sound of soldiers meeting was loud and intense, and the two sparking swords wiped dripping raindrops.

The black shadows of the melee hit from the center of the street to the end of the street, and the snake-like rays of light drew deep cracks as they flashed past the ground, vehicles, and walls of buildings.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the object falling to the ground, it has already been announced that the battle has come to an end.

The long sword in Lianji's hand plunged into the concrete floor out of thin air, and his right arm was severed from the shoulder by the opponent.

Genelle, a bystander in the distance, understood his brother's swordsmanship. If Leng Ji was not affected by the "space binding force", his brother would not be able to defeat him in swordsmanship.

His last sword should have pierced his brother's head, but the blade froze against the tip of his nose.

The burst of fierce sword energy cut his brother's face, a red line split from his forehead to his jaw, and his whole face covered in blood looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)