Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 753 Death of the Soldier Demon
Before dawn is the darkest hour.

Seeing that the sun was about to jump out of the darkness, suddenly with a chaotic fluctuation, the sun went out and darkness fell again.

The silent destruction happened in the darkness.

All kinds of chaos and sounds, sound waves, energy, void, material blur, vortex, and black holes converge silently in the arena, creating a doomsday scene.

The darkness that cannot be penetrated by spiritual thoughts, let alone the sight.

After a long time, the darkness finally faded away, and Yan Hua and Bing Mo still stood in the center of the big arena staggeringly facing each other.

The bodies of the two are equally stalwart, and it seems that no one has been hurt.

However, there was a crack in the gun in Bing Mo's hand, extending from the tip to the end of the gun.There was a gap in Yanhua's knife, and the mist of death kept emitting.

The battle was not over yet, and Yanhua began to wield the Styx Knife, and this time it was her who was the main attack.

With her movements, the chaotic energy around her began to condense towards the blade, constantly collapsing, the broken space, and the light distorting and changing, so that I couldn't even see her face clearly.

The space fragments mixed with chaotic energy continuously condensed towards the blade, and the gap of the Styx blade began to repair, and the light on the blade became brighter and brighter, so bright that it hurt people's eyes.

The Styx Knife is getting brighter and brighter, but Yanhua's movements are getting slower and slower, and it is getting harder and harder.

Not long after, I heard her panting.

It's exhaustion, exhaustion of energy that I've never heard of before.

I have experienced life and death side by side on the battlefield with her before. I have seen her bloody and exhausted, but only today I heard her panting and saw her extremely embarrassed side.

The master of the army has been quietly observing Yanhua's movements. He was not surprised when the Styx knife returned to its original state, nor was he surprised when the blade gradually lit up.

However, when he heard the God of Death's panting in embarrassment, his expression changed instantly, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Along with his mourning, the ghosts around the Colosseum let out sighs of anger.

The soul of the undead warrior turned into a thick gray mist and gathered towards Bingmo's body, instantly enveloping him in the gray mist, which would never dissipate again.

At this time, Yuhua's saber intent had been completed, and her panting stopped.

Looking at the soldier demon surrounded by thick gray fog, she couldn't make a move with this knife because she lost the target of the soldier demon.

She knew what the gray mist represented, the fate of being terminated, the shadow of death.At the same time, it also represents the sincerity of the warriors.

They are willing to dissipate their souls and extinguish their wills, just to leave a glimmer of life for the soldiers and demons.

If the soldier demon escapes at this time, he can't track him down, and even I, who is outside the killing situation, can sense the aura of the soldier demon in the gray mist.

As the supreme being under the laws of heaven and earth, Soldiers and Demons must have more than just the coordinates of the grand arena in the void of the universe.He has won time now, as long as he is willing to escape, he can break through time and space at any time and escape to other worlds.

We don't have much time, and if the soldier demon escapes, we won't continue to track him down.

However, to my surprise, the soldier demon did not escape, but walked out of the fog step by step.Facing the supreme murderous intent of the Styx Knife, Bing Mo rushed out of the mist with a long spear in his hand, and stabbed Yuhua.

Yuhua hesitated for a moment, and finally cut out.

The blade slid across the crack from the tip of the spear, splitting the spear in two, and then the tip of the blade slashed at the Shenting acupoint on Bingmo's forehead.

There was no trace of fear on Bing Mo's face, and he stared at Yu Hua angrily.

"What are your last words?" He asked.

"I should have fought to the death with them long ago, and lived for hundreds of millions of years. The only thing that can comfort my heart is this life-and-death battle with Your Excellency."

"Why don't you follow me to fight against Heaven?"

"So what if I defeat the Dao of Heaven? All living beings are no longer in my eyes, so what does it matter to me whether they are destroyed or not?"

Yuhua wanted to say something more, when suddenly she heard the sound of the porch breaking.

Looking at Bingmo again, he has closed his eyes, and his whole body has become the same as when we came to see him, a statue standing in the center of the arena.

Only, the statue became a real statue.

Waving lingers around the statue, refusing to disperse, inexplicably sad.

For this ending, I feel infinitely sad.

"Let's go, these dead souls belong to him." I walked to Yanhua and said.

"No, these belong to me, I am the king of dead souls."

As he said that, he opened the Shenting acupoint, and wiped out all the spiritual knowledge of the warrior's soul into the entrance.

Such a cruel demeanor silenced me.

However, his ruthlessness is not limited to this.He pulled out the Styx knife and smashed the statue of the soldier demon, and snatched the broken godhead of the soldier demon with the remaining warmth of life.

Leaving the big arena, Yanhua and I continued to explore in the void.

It was just because of the soldier demon that I had a rift with her.I don't understand why she absorbs the souls of warriors and obliterates their spiritual consciousness, let alone why she grabs the godhead of the soldier demon, and even destroys the magic body of the soldier demon.

It's too ruthless to be like this.It's not that I have the benevolence of a woman, but that heroes cherish each other.

If there were demons in the ancient world, with the temperament of soldiers and demons, he would definitely become the general of the demons, just like the guardian of the army.

During this journey, I never took the initiative to speak to her again.

Finally, it was Yuhua who spoke first: "Do you think I'm heartless?"

"You are the god of death in the beginning, what's the use of having the godhead of a soldier demon?" I couldn't help but said coldly.

"It's useless for me to ask for it, but someone needs this godhead."

"Who?" I asked.

"You will see it in the future."

(End of this chapter)