Chapter 1357

"Bang!"

It was a waterfall like scene.

In the broken space, endless poisonous gas gushed out from it and fell towards the whole king like an avalanche. The momentum was extremely terrible.

"What...!"

Looking at the avalanche of deadly gas pouring down, the expressions of all the people present were frozen.

There are no ordinary people here. All of them are powerful heroes in the seat of heroes. Their instinct is far more than ordinary life. You can clearly feel how lethal the poisonous gas is.

The lethal dose of that poison gas is beyond the control of even the oldest poison killer, semelamis.

There is only one kind of terrible poison in the memory of semelamis.

"Bathham's poison...!"

Yes.

It's bashum's poison.

The poison that even the gods could poison completely occupied the battlefield of bashum after it entered the fighting state. Finally, even the space itself was eroded by poison, so that semramis had to isolate that space alone.

Now, the poison is pouring out of the broken space.

What does that mean?

It means that the space cut off by symramis is broken.

No.

To be more precise, it should be said that it was killed.

Being placed in it, semelamis claims to have killed the existence.

As a result, a cold knife light suddenly appeared in the poisonous gas falling like a waterfall.

"Puff!"

In the crack like sound, the terrible gas was cut by the cold knife light, just like the waterfall itself was cut off. First, it was cut off, and then it dissipated little by little.

And in that dissipated and opened the deadly gas, a figure slowly fell down.

"Pa!"

In the clear and audible landing sound, the killer ghost holding the moon blade falls on the ground with one knee.

Head, slightly lowered.

On the body, blood is dripping.

The deadly gas seems to have wantonly eroded his body, making his skin fester like a lot of blood, looks like after a bloody battle general, extremely tragic.

However, the murderous gas, which was more terrible than the poison gas, fluctuated slightly on this man's body, stimulating the hearts of all the followers present.

"You...!"

Symramis could no longer conceal his wavering.

"Fangli...!"

Joan of arc is a sudden joy.

"Who is that?"

Mordred looked surprised.

"You guy...!"

"Are you still alive...!"

Achilles and atalante were stimulated, one raised his cross spear, the other raised his bow and aimed at Fangli.

It's just a move.

A look up.

Fang Li suddenly raised his head.

In his eyes, a pair of ice blue magic eyes are flashing.

"Pound --!"

In the sound of the explosion, in the violent shock wave, Fang Li's figure seemed to flash, and instantly rushed to Achilles.

"Choke --"

The sweet chanting sound makes the sharp blade turn into a sharp weapon, just like a moonlight, twinkles and rises.

"Puff!"

In the sound of chopping, a lot of blood spilled into the sky.

Achilles, who had no time to react, held up his cross spear and opened his eyes.

In front of him, a ferocious wound stretched across his whole body, making Achilles fly back slowly under the power of chopping.

"What What

Achilles's words are full of shock.

It was not until then that the pain struck Achilles.

"Bang..."

In the dull sound of landing, Achilles fell to the ground.

"Cough...!"

In the mouth, a large number of blood was spurted out, and the blood flowing from the body together, dyed the earth red.

The demigod hero, who is proud of his immortality, is defeated in an instant that is not even a blink of an eye.

And the one who started it, with just one blow.

Ice blue magic eye is staring at the hero who falls on the ground, Fang Li said calmly.

"The first one."

This sentence awakened all the people present.

“Rider…！”

At the same time, atalante's delicate face was slightly distorted, and without hesitation, he set up a bow."Hi..."

However, almost at the same time, Fang Li's figure was like a ghost, and under the sound of "pa", he stretched out his hand and pressed down the bow in atalante's hand.

Soon, the light of the knife was shining again.

"Puff!"

There was another chopping sound. It was easy for the blade to pick out atalante's flesh and blood, cut her bones, and let the blood sprinkle on the sky again.

"Woo..."

The Greek female hunter finally made a sound full of pain, and her mouth also shed blood, and slowly fell down.

The murderer, whose face was stained with a little blood, just made a cold voice.

"Second."

Immediately, Fang Li turned his head and looked at the empress on the throne.

“————！”

Symramis is finally afraid.

"Why..."

Saimiramis cried out in a voice of horror.

"Why are you still alive...!"

At the same time, samiramis immediately chanted the curse without hesitation.

It was a very short and quick spell.

The effect of the spell is to start the space transfer.

Symramis, in the last moment, did not choose to respond to the enemy, but chose to escape.

Unfortunately, the Assyrian empress was still a little slow.

"Zheng!"

When the dazzling starlike brilliance twinkles from under the throne, the bloody murderer turns into a meteor, and flashes away in the space like a splitting sea.

In an instant, he arrived in front of symramis.

The deadly light of the knife passed by at great speed.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed in the sound of the body.

"Ah...!"

With a rapid lament, the magic of symramis is also completed.

"Shua!"

The next second, symramis disappears into place.

Completely, it's gone.

Silence began to envelop the hall.

"Dida..."

The red blood drops from the dagger like the waning moon, arousing extremely subtle movements.

So the murderer with the weapon stood on the throne, with his back to Joan and Mordred.

The bloody figure, as well as the sudden upheaval, let the saint and the knight fall into shock and have no reaction for half a day.

At this time, in the sky between the kings, the poisonous gas just disappeared, disappeared without a trace.

Only a piece of broken space, like a broken mirror, hung high in the air.

From there, Fang Li got out of the way and was defeated by the followers of three riders. It took less than ten seconds.

In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.

In the hearts of Joan of arc and Mordred, indelible experiences are engraved.

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