Starting as a Heroic Spirit, Girlfriend Kasumi Shiyu

Her original name was "Queen of Wisdom, White Goddess Gefifal".

Later, under the divine sword of salvation, he became the ancestor of the gods.

All this time, he has been running to resurrect the "hero who teaches the world".

The girl is a transcendent person who is superior to human beings.

Not only does he have extremely high psychic vision.

Weaving magic is as natural as moving your hands and feet.

There is only one witch of her level.

Only then can he use this kind of advanced magic so casually.

"What a terrifying ability..."

"Even if His Royal Highness the Black Prince uses the power of "lightning stone fire" to enter the world of speed that no one can match, I am afraid that he will not be able to touch the three-point power of the seventh new king..."

Next to Guinevere, a white woman in her twenties, with shining blond hair and a slim figure, also expressed her opinion.

Her tone is calm and she has a calm and dignified temperament.

Her long legs are wearing black boots.

Wearing a white coat.

Under the coat, there is a short knitted dress and jeans.

And in his words, he mentioned it without any scruple...

Not far away.

Alexander Gascoigne, the commander-in-chief of Wang Li Factory, who has been silently watching the battle, controls the British.

How dare you comment on a god-killer like this.

The blonde beauty naturally has a prominent family background and confidence

She is the daughter of Duke Goddine, commonly known as "Princess Alice".

She is also the original speaker and special advisor of the "Greenwich Council of Sages", and is feared as the "White Miko".

The young White Witch once teamed up with Paul Browntree, the commander-in-chief of the "Red Copper Black Cross", to resist the Black Prince Alec many times.

It can be said that the three extraordinary beings who currently dare to get close to watch the battle are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Moreover, the three of them were hostile to each other.

It is only because of each other's different methods and fear of each other that they can barely maintain this seemingly extremely delicate balance...

As "the shame of the God-killer".

The only one so far who has been resisted by a mortal under the gods is the Black Prince Alek.

But he ignored the sarcasm of these two people.

He just locked his eyes tightly on the two compatriots.

I want to know who won the battle and had the last laugh...

Especially, the mysterious seventh God Killer.

Not only is this person's origin a mystery.

His own strength is far beyond common sense.

What is the purpose of such a powerful existence?

Where did he come from?

Don't understand the reason for this.

Black Prince Alek always felt uneasy in his heart.

"Perhaps, after this battle... I will start to act more cautiously, and increase the intensity of my investigation into him..."

Buzz!

The brilliant silver sword rain bloomed with dazzling silver light.

Breaking through the barrier of the wind, rain and thunder waterfall, he flew towards the front paws of the black dragon, but was blocked by the swing of Woban's dragon wings.

The silver sword, which is enough to cut gold and iron, cannot penetrate the black dragon's scales.

He just tore a wound and was ejected!

And that wound was nothing compared to the black dragon's huge body.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

"It turns out that the immortality of the dragon and snake makes the soul immortal. Even if the dragon's body is destroyed, it can be regenerated from the soul state."

Ye Ran frowned and retracted the silver divine sword that turned into a stream of light.

"Hahahahaha or!"

"Young man, you underestimate your kind. How the God-killers fight... Let me, the number one God-killer, show you!"

Count Woban, in the form of a black dragon, laughed wildly.

At this time, he only felt that he had a chance to win. How could Feilong Qilian lose?

Don't forget, Ye Ran also has to face the skull of the undead demon wolf Fenrir at the same time.

"Immortal... It's a pity that here, even if your soul is immortal, there is still a way to die."

At this time, the live broadcast was watched by towns and cities around the world, as well as in the mysterious world.

Ye Ran, who thought he was destined to die, burst into hearty laughter under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

Looking at the giant wolf skull and the ferocious black dragon on the sky, a black aura like ink gradually appeared in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person felt as if he was walking in the abyss of death, and an astonishing and terrifying murderous aura erupted.

"That's?!" The Black Prince's eyes widened, filled with fear and surprise.

"The breath of the underworld... no, it cannot be observed, this is death——!"

Alice next to her tried to open her eyes wide and use her witch eyes to observe the strange valley.

The next moment.

There was a stinging sensation in her eyes.

The blonde girl screamed, and two lines of blood and tears leaked out of her originally clear and beautiful eyes.

"The aura of death that cannot be observed or predicted... How did that boy, that God-Slayer, do it?"

Next to her, Guinevere felt her heart tremble.

She was shocked by Alice's miserable state at this moment.

The petite body was trembling slightly as it was infected by 430's strong aura of death.

I actually felt a touch of warmth between my legs.

In sight.

The hazy murderous aura gradually became solid.

A dark valley suddenly appeared in the ruins of the battlefield.

Ye Ran was wearing a simple black armor, a skull mask with no joy or sorrow on his face, and the gaps in his eye sockets revealed a blue fire that flickered like a candle.

He held a simple and ordinary sword in his hand.

He walked slowly into the dark abyss step by step.

This seemingly ordinary sword was wielded by Wang Hassan (the old man in the mountain) throughout his life, and was permeated with the faith that he had always believed in. It had evolved to the state of a deadly artifact.

There was no teaching to pass on, and no self to describe.

The swordsman would become a messenger of destiny, and his skills had surpassed the realm of masters.

It had been several years since the night clock had passed, and this could no longer be called life, but had entered the realm of nature and phenomena.

In the valley, the realm of life and death was blurred.

The swordsman who always touched death was dying while continuing to live.

Facing Woban, who had the power of immortality, Ye Ran suddenly activated the spiritual foundation of the old man in the mountain and gave him the destined death.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

At this moment, the endless echo of the death bell rang in everyone's ears.

The breath of death, like a tide, submerged the skulls of the black dragon Woban and the Hades Wolf King Fenrir in the air.

That...what kind of ability is that? ! Why have I never seen it before? !

Woban, who was flying in the sky, finally felt great fear at this moment.

He roared wildly and waved his dragon wings wildly, trying to escape from this valley.

But the breath of death always followed him and never left.

Seeing that the valley and the figure of the young man were getting closer and closer to him.

This arrogant demon king finally couldn't help it and lowered his head to beg for mercy in humiliation.

"Let's talk it over. We are all compatriots. Why kill each other!!"

"If you kill me, other godslayers will definitely hurt you and never stop until you die!"

"Can you hear this bell? This is the end of your destiny. Accept it, free your soul... This is the last chance for a person to rest in peace."

Ye Ran stood with a sword.

The valley behind him almost merged with his back.

The tall figure was as evil as the devil of hell.

He didn't care about the threat of Woban.

The corners of his mouth under the mask outlined a hideous murderous intent.

He swung the giant sword in his hand.

"Death to the angel!".

197 Slaughtering Woban, becoming the strongest godslayer, the shock of the martial arts king!

For whom does the death knell toll?

At this moment, the world seemed to be silent.

Accompanied by the terrifying knife light that seemed to descend from hell, he went upstream.

Whether it was the members of the magic society who were watching the live broadcast.

Or perhaps they were the powerful God Slayers.

They all felt a sudden sharp pain in their eyes.

Boom! ! ! ! !

It was an instant kill in the literal sense.

Like the morning light at dawn, it pushed the concept of "speed" to the extreme.

From the moment Ye Ran swung his sword to kill.

The power of the Angel of Death firmly locked onto Woban. This was an unparalleled slash that would definitely hit the target!

Clang! ! !

The sword energy filled the sky, piercing from the forehead of the black dragon and flying out from the waist spine. Countless sword energy bursts completely strangled its body!

Then a powerful energy wave swept everything away.

It quickly surged along the plane to the horizon hundreds, kilometers, or even tens of thousands of meters away...

Boom...

This is not over yet.