Chapter 738

Stepping into the dark palace gate, there is a mural of Revelation on the porch dome, and now it is stepping on the foot.

As long as Lu Zhengkang looks down, he can see that the four living creatures released by lambs in the fourth dimension bring war, pestilence, famine and death to the universe. Hundreds of millions of intelligent races drive huge ships to shoot at each other. The trillion river system is turbulent and broken. The vacuum decays and devours one third of the mass of the universe. The black hole is burned. The Sloan Great Wall is blasted into a gamma ray storm, and hell is in The ghosts chew and spit out all living things. The seven messengers of God hold up seven golden bowls on the other side and spread the last seven disasters over the three-dimensional universe.

The madness of all this lies in the murals, which are hidden in the darkness.

The lamp here is also upside down. The flame is faintly like a grass seed. The light can only reach three inches outside the flame and then disappear. With the existence of light, it highlights the outline and track of the shadow. It is like flowing and full of vitality.

Lu Zhengkang steps on the void, his feet in the air, but it seems to walk on the water, causing ripples, leaving his smooth and perfect footprints, releasing the white light and lasting.

In his heart, miscellaneous thoughts will settle down and he will face the final battle well anyway. No matter how much regret he has, he can't show it or slow down his sword.

Through the corridor, a heavy hall, he toward the deepest, but also the most top floor.

In the dome, there is a deep round pit. The candlestick stands and no candle lights up.

Lu Zhengkang pulls out the cage sea. This iron sword has been refined. As soon as it comes out of the scabbard, it turns into a small rainbow band and wraps around his palm.

The incarnation of Bodhisattva also has the character of fighting family.

As soon as he jumped into the deep dome, he stepped on the ground gently. In the background, there are inverted niches, candles, twin trees and hollowed out windows like crosses.

The God of jealousy carries the overlord's armour. Behind him are the black iron candlesticks fanned out like peacock's tail wings, and the white salt wax one by one. None of them ignites the fire.

On the contrary, there are dozens of white flames at the end of the antlers.

They are similar in stature, Xiao in length, and even in a stable posture.

One is from the other side, the incarnation of Bodhisattva, and the other is from the illusory illusory, the God of mortal climbing to the top.

In any case, it's a war without question.

Lu Zhengkang started, the cage sea was still in hand, but the sword blade had already hit the neck of the God of jealousy. This is UTRA's assassin's skill, zero hour blink, light speed sword, staying in time and space.

Kamsky's face was hidden under the cloth helmet, and he gently raised the blade of hatred in his hand. The square sword like a door plate had a vigorous sword track like an Osprey. Before Lu Zhengkang's hand, he had already lifted the sword in front of his neck and resisted the attack like a prophecy.

For the first time, Longhai returned without success.

The God of jealousy takes off his helmet, revealing a half life and half death face. His left cheek is a rotten muscle and bone, and his right cheek is a silvery machine. It is the ultimate body of Elijah Kamsky Carnegie, who integrates the true, the unreal and the real, transcends life and death.

"Lu Zhengkang! On the nameless Island, I am invincible! Give up your struggle

"When the mountains and rivers of ten thousand li are still broken, who dares to say that they are invincible?" Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "you still don't realize that I'm more lucky than you!"

In a flash, hundreds of millions of sword Qi burst out, and the deep dome was filled with platinum Hongguang which expanded like a shock wave.

Kamsky, however, did not panic. He gently lifted the sword and drew a black tide with the blade of jealousy. The purple and black shadow swallowed up the boundless sword Qi. He could not even lift a ripple.

The nameless God Laughs and two candlesticks light up behind his back. His power increases.

Most of the sword lights are the living corpses and spirits who died in the cage sea. They have been burned up by the fire. Therefore, they are the aggregation of pure salt. There is a faint candle light in each one. Kamsky has absolute control over the salt. With one sword, he can disperse hundreds of millions of sword power in the cage sea.

Lu Zhengkang knew that this was a hard fight.

Kamsky is bound to be unable to resist the attack of candlelight, but the premise is that Lu Zhengkang can hit Kamsky with candlelight. If he can't win quickly, it will be a fierce battle. The God of jealousy is supported by strong calculation power. His sword technique is Dao transforming, and has reached the level of knowing the future. Although Lu Zhengkang has been divorced from salt, his fighting mode is still within a limited framework. As long as he does not depart from common sense, Kamsky can predict the attack of the seventh generation.

In a flash, the rainbow light of jade white covered Kamsky's whole body, each of which was noumenon and pure light without salt.

The God of jealousy throws out the square sword, which looks like a waxy yellow salt pillar. The blade doesn't fight with Longhai. It jumps to the top of Lu Zhengkang's head in a moment. The Longhai sword lights up, but it doesn't hit Kamsky. Nameless has come to Lu Zhengkang with the square sword, holding the hilt and throwing a magnificent purple black sword curtain on his head.

After withdrawing, Lu Zhengkang raised his foot and kicked on the ridge of the sword, deflected the sword track and burned his footprints on the sword body. Kamsky is only three feet away from him now. It can be said that he is too crowded to dance. On the special cheek of the snake, he looks determined to get what he wants. He spins his body, drags the deviated blade and tilts it up.Longhai came from behind Kamsky. It's already so fast, but it's always a little short of Kamsky. Because Kamsky's anticipation is always a little faster than when the sword blinks.

Sometimes close is not the end of the world, minutes is eternal.

Kamsky is at war with the unnamed island.

Lu Zhengkang fought against Kamsky with his flying sword and fist.

The road of the sword of jealousy is broad and uninhibited, not even subtle. Every careless chop will bring out a huge flaw. However, this flaw can never be caught, and it has always been made up when it appears.

Lu Zhengkang's body turned into a cloud of burning fire, vigorous and blazing, like a piece of light satin, and rushed towards Kamsky's body. But the nameless sword was just a sword on the left and a sword on the right. The sword curtain pressed out made the space-time distance between the two sides longer, and the fist never hit him.

"Give up, give up! You'll never hit me! Even if you become light, a spark, how can you put out the black tide

Lu Zhengkang didn't answer. He just turned his hand and hit a piece of Yin thunder to block the blade of jealousy. He raised his hand and flew back to his palm. The flying sword coagulated a long blade. He held it with both hands. He stepped forward and split a sword with each step. The nameless God raised his sword to block it. Hongguang and Yanzhu opposed each other, making a roaring sound.

Chi -

the continuous candle fire in the cage sea burned the blade of jealousy, and the nameless God retreated three Zhangs, put aside the remnant sword, and with a wave, another big new sword fell into his hand.

The sword is like a long stick, red in blood and covered with fine thorns. It looks like a chicken feather duster and a living sea cucumber.

"This handle is gluttony!"