Chapter 684

"So fast -"

Before soshyan, who was hit by the wall, reacted, the other party's second blow came one after another, hit him directly in the chest, and then lifted him high.

Considering that he is now wearing a terminator, the other party is not only terrible in speed, but also terrible in strength.

For a moment, the whole world flickered, and then the strong light flashed and the shadow fled around.

Soshyan's armor broke and blood droplets the size of a needle splashed into the air.

He was just thrown out.

The spirit clan's hand was put down, and its face was outlined by shadows. It was a face solidified with anger and howling, and the red silk behind his head turned into fluffy red temples.

"This --"

Soshyang opened his mouth and tried to breathe, trying to support himself with his knees.

Then the dark spirit half turned and raised his arm. The double blades on the wall flew into his hands like life - soshyan noticed that his hands were blood.

Then the monster turned around and waved it at one go.

This time, the blow was not urgent and unpleasant, as if the gods in the world were contemptuously touching mortals. The double blades seemed thin, but they had a real weight.

It hit soshyan's chest, threw his head back and flew out, and blood gushed from his broken teeth.

Few enemies could make soshyang helpless, but the dark spirit family in front of him reminded him of the Phoenix Lord who had met the howling Banshee - the speed of the two was almost the same, but the attack was more fierce, fierce and deadly.

But now he thinks he can't compare with sevita. Gray pulp may suppress psionics, but it's not very useful for enemies who are good at war skills.

When soshyang fell to the ground, the shadow was still standing, and the double blades were randomly held beside him. His existence was like a towering thunder cloud roaring in the silence.

Soshyan struggled to stand up. Through his broken eyeglasses, he saw that the figure surrounded by the black fog was changing among several scenes: the tall black figure, whose face and hands were blood red, was like the king wearing a burning laurel.

"You can't be led by his nose."

Soshyan steadied his heel, and the gloomy field that was pushed to the extreme turned into a rotating miserable cloud, and the air was filled with cold and nothingness.

But in the face of the storm that could freeze the soul, the existence laughed instead. Soshyan felt that the laughter was like a thousand razors stroking the inside of his skull.

"This is the virtue of the dog of the Lord of mankind?"

When he stepped forward, another great force pushed soshyan away. The starfighter who had just stood up immediately fell back to the ground.

Soshyan was ashamed of his total inability to fight back. He forced himself to stand up, and the other party hit him hard in the back again.

The terminator armor immediately cracked, and soshyan fell heavily to the ground again.

The other side made up another kick. In the powerful action, soshyang turned over and lay on his back.

Then the double blades hit soshyan's chest.

"You really let me down, little soldier of the rotten corpse Lord."

After playing for so long, this is the first time for the other party to face soshyang at close range, with a low and calm voice.

"Please, I may let you go."

Soshyan looked up at the other side. Although his face was covered with blood, it was tough and shocked.

"It's you who should beg for mercy."

Quietly, his hand had pressed the magic code around his waist and gently lifted the closure set by sevita.

"Sing --"

At first, it was just a messy mixture, and then gradually integrated into a hymn. The non male and non female tones sang like a crying frenzy. Soshyan could not even hear these lyrics, but felt as if he was standing on the coast of a sea of believers, and the song was like an inhuman singing sound.

Suddenly, the song turned into a loud scream, tearing apart the dimensions of reality and nothingness.

"Huh?"

In the low voice of surprise, the dark spirit family suddenly withdrew from soshyan.

"You still use the power of the devil?"

"Deal with aliens by all means."

Sure enough, soshyang guessed that the evil demon should be able to restrain the spirit family.

But he just laughed at me.

"Do you think that's enough?"

Saw each other's body move, soshyang immediately lifted the sword block, and then his body suddenly sank, and his feet sank three inches to the ground.

This time he caught the dynamics of the other party, but as he said, it was not enough.

The dark spirit clan immediately launched a series of rapid blade offensives. The double blades obliquely rubbed the heavy shoulder armor of soshyang and shook him.

The song continued, but the other side's blade became more and more violent. It collided with Shengyan's sword at unparalleled speed.

"Come on!"

Soshyan cheered up and welcomed the sky with stable efficiency.

He braced his feet to meet the new attack. The collision and rebound of the three weapons only showed the residual shadow twisted, the sparks from the two blades flashed in the dark, and the violent situation was full of killing opportunities.

After fending off the opponent's attack, soshyang's backhand is a sword.

But the other party had already dodged away and even flew around soshyang, which was almost difficult to detect how it kept its balance.

The next moment, the blade flies like a star, like a rainstorm and billows, which is unstoppable.

This offensive almost suffocated soshyang. This was the first time he encountered such a strong player. The other party's sense of oppression was even worse than Vita!

"You know little about subspace. It will come for you. It is kind to kill you here. I have seen your future fall into darkness and drag your soul!"

"Shut up!"

They went through the haze like arrows, then came to the throne where the shadow was high, smashed the table and broke the column.

"I'm tired."

After kicking soshiyang away with one foot, the cloak of the dark spirit family was suddenly filled with the hot updraft and spread like wings.

For a moment, it looked like an illusion of the underworld, a ghost swallowed by nothingness, eternal and evil.

Soshyang took a step back with his sword in his hands, panting.

He thinks he is not slow, but he is so slow compared with the other party. Strictly speaking, it is not easy for him to remain invincible.

"Go and complain to the rotten corpse -"

The shadow of being incarnated as death strode closer, his voice was deep and strong, hatred had solidified into his new mask, and soshyan's stiff breath suddenly became deep and rapid.

Around them, the shadows cast by the columns shook constantly, corresponding to the waves of energy.

"He asked for it. I have already reminded him that the end of that road is only a nightmare."

Soshyan decided to strike first, so he raised his arm, fired a string of explosives, and then waved his sword.

The other side avoided his bomb, opened his sword, then raised his left hand and took soshyan's neck with a knife.

Soshyang was in a panic. Between the lightning and flint, the other party cut down the knife, slipped under the neck guard, and cut a terrible long opening on soshyang's breastplate.

This time, the blade cut very deep, cut off the broken armor and went deep into its lower chest.

"Well -"

Soshyan's expression was very painful. He suddenly withdrew, opened the other party's knife with his arm, and staggered back.

At the same time, something slipped out of the crack in his breastplate——