Throne of Shadows

The world is boundless, and disasters pile up. Suffrig, who has stopped since King Arthur slashed across the sword, looks at the wolf from afar.

The world is so big in the eyes of the weak, it's so big that you can't see or hear it all your life.The world is very small in the eyes of the strong, so small that it is only waiting for them to conquer and occupy it.Weakness exists, knowing too much is sorrow.Powerful existence, knowing too little is incompetent.

On the seventh day of the Battle of the Apostles, the stars were like rain, and the moon was like dew.

A pair of dark pupils suddenly looked down: "Since it's here, how long are we going to hide?"

"Your eyes are always so annoying." Pirate Thirteen, who was discovered, walked on the wind and stood in midair: "I never hide, but I just saw you fighting fiercely, so let's take a rest first."

"It's not so easy to pick up cheap." Suffrige's voice was low, and the bone scepter in his hand suddenly stopped: "Another piece of trash, do you still want me to invite you?"

Pale bone spurs rose from the ground, and Dong Chen, who had nowhere to hide, had to jump out.

In the middle of the air, the bone spurs grew wildly and chased after him, exhausting his breath, Dongchen fell from exhaustion, Suffrig looked back in disdain: "So it's a waste..."

Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!

Chanting the mantra, stroking the blade of the sword, the sad breath disappeared in a flash.

Thunder and lightning flashed, the wind and rain drifted away, and Dongchen spit out the word "chunlei" on his tongue...

Remnant... solution!

A moment of brilliance, a second of ten thousand years.The cross long sword Daiinslev, wounded people without healing, and now the awakening of the sword soul is better than ever.

The dark red sword glowed into the night, and the figure of Pirate Thirteen Yao flashed, standing on the left side of Dongchen. "You shouldn't be here."

"It's such a grand occasion, don't you regret it if you don't come to Kai?"

"You speak so loudly. You are the brother Jasmine never forgets, and you don't look too good." With a swing of the spear, Jasmine's incarnate beauty appeared on the right side of Dongchen, and the situation became clear instantly.

Safrig looked around arrogantly, showing no interest in joining forces.

Canglang rejected the invitation of Thirteen Pirates at the beginning, and just now he fought with Saffrig for a long time, and now the only one who can join forces is King Arthur.However, King Arthur was even more arrogant than Suffrige.

"Boy, if you touch my king's things, you will have to pay for it with your life."

The princess he believed ran away with others, and Arthur Hebrew, the king of England, was furious and slashed with his sword.

The sharp sword light flashed like a rainbow, and Dong Chen, who had seen it once, hurriedly retreated sideways.

There was a rumbling sound, and a piece of bone exploded. Saffrig, who was lying down and shot, turned around furiously: "Mice, don't you dare to bully me."

A few traces of distracted thinking were met by black hands, the scepter of Suffrige, whose seven orifices were smoking, was raised high, the gate of the underworld opened wide, the black awns shone, and the pale bone scythe struggled out.

"Reptiles, let me die!"

The white bone war scythe roared across, followed by wind and rain, and thunder and lightning.

King Arthur swung a sharp blade across the air, a canopy of bloody arrows flew, and several pieces of golden armor burst.

Turning back slowly, looking at the war scythe changing from reality to reality, King Arthur spat out a mouthful of dirty blood: "You are fine!"

The strange injuries one after another finally aroused the king's anger. He raised his sharp blade high, his eyes like cold stars, and Arthur Hebrew sang loudly: "Fight for victory and oath, release the sword of the king."

The golden light flashed brightly, the sword slammed, half of the skeleton scepter in Suffrige's hand was missing, the flames of war spread, the wolf's eyes rolled a few times, he stamped his feet and jumped into the air, his sharp claws popped out and hung upside down, aiming directly at his old enemy Thirteen.

"Don't forget what you promised, time is running out, I should go."

Raise your head, raise your head, endless red light gathers, the power of the curse is added to the body, and Pirate Thirteen points out with three fingers.

"As evidenced by the twelve constellations of the zodiac, the fate of each other is connected, life and death are intertwined, and neither death nor body."

When the words fall, people go out.The dissipated Pirate Thirteen did not summon his star general in the end, but he cursed the other three with his life.

Light and shadow intertwine, and the sound is thunderous.

Behind Safrig, the gate of the underworld creaked, and it was turned into fly ash in the brilliant sword slash.After a successful blow, King Arthur, who retreated quickly, didn't get any advantage. The sheath shield, which was said to be indestructible, collapsed because of the injury to his left hand.

Witnessing the tragic battle situation with her own eyes, the beauty beside Dongchen suddenly said, "I'm going to carry out the last mission, I hope there's still tomorrow."

The fragrant wind blew across the face, the figure jumped out, and the spear of Jasmine's beautiful woman flicked.

Liberate Longinus!

Chaos, endless chaos.Savrig's arrogance, King Arthur's valor, wolf's strangeness, and Longinus' determination.

During the fierce battle, the stars in the sky are leisurely and bright, and the snake and crane stars will fight against their natural enemies.

The stardust is blowing in the wind, the four sides are fighting fiercely, swords are coming and guns are coming, you will sing, and we will rise again.

Not one is a friend, not one is not an enemy.

Dongchen raised his sword and muttered to himself, "It's really a headache! The feeling of being ignored by others is uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable."

If you're not happy, go for it.Do everything, just for the moment of youth.People are forced out.

Jian Shan Yukong has no strength and has no strength to play. Since he can't be the main force, then he should be a shit-stirring stick.

Relying on his sinister and weird sword moves, Dongchen slashed eastward and kicked westward in the air, and occasionally slashed out two sword qi that were neither painful nor itchy but disgusting. .Yes, it's sword energy, not base energy.Although there is a little bit of cheapness in the sword aura, it is undoubtedly the sword aura.

Whoosh...bang!There was a roar, and Jasmine's incarnation of beauty swung her long spear, forcing the wolf back and saying, "Don't make trouble."

"You can leave if you don't want to fight." Dongchen glanced at her with a wicked smile, and swung the sword again.

"hateful!"

Whether it is hateful or not is not what Dongchen needs to care about. What Dongchen cares about now is just creating opportunities.Cursed by the twelve constellations of the zodiac, the three guys have hacked each other many times without knowing it.

Stray bullets are everywhere, and if you don't pay attention, you will get hit.Now that Dongchen is involved, this kind of thing happens more frequently.

dodge?get away?

Suffrige and King Arthur couldn't afford to lose that man. As for the wolf, he wanted to run away, but as a participant in the battle, he couldn't run away, so he poured all his anger on the giant snake under frustration.

The crane dances in the air, the giant snake neighs, the stars shine brightly and the enemy dies.

The wolf stared at the shekou on the crane's neck, turned around and rushed towards Safrig.

The sky is beating life and death, and the sea is overcast.

The Sanyo consul in military uniform and pen brush was worried: "Have you found Fatty yet?"

"No, no." The new secretary-general tried his best to make his voice appear calm, but he couldn't stop his whole body from trembling, and his white teeth chattered.

In two days, from a low-level secretary to a high-ranking secretary-general.If it is normal, this is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in eight lifetimes.But now, even the cook knows what a terrible position this is.

In fact, the young Caucasian guy was able to become the Secretary-General precisely because his military rank was low enough.A group of clerical workers pushed back and forth, from top to bottom, and once they pushed to the bottom, it was his turn.

Facing the Sanyo Consul, who is only at one point now, the young Secretary-General kept praying in his heart: "Great Lord, you must bless your believers. Don't make Tailong Consul angry, I... I don't want to fish."