Chapter 1882： 　Trial

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Orfascius let go and attacked wildly.

The arbitrator is like a knife and an axe in his hand, a sword weighing more than a sword. His combat skills are not gorgeous, he even looks rough, but simple and crude. Each sword cut and went straight to the point, there was no extra action at all, giving people a sense of cleanliness. Such combat skills, if placed on an ordinary strong person, at most they will earn a reputation for their skill. It can be placed on Ofascius, and every sword has the great power to open the sky and the earth, then it can't be ignored.

The Twilight Son has dually wielded two sharp blades, dancing a sword shadow to resist Ofascism's slightly awkward attack, and the aftermath of the collision of the two forces cut thick and long cracks on the ground. The wasteland quickly became fragmented in their hands, and the ground was scattered, sometimes falling as much as several meters.

The two fought and left, and they were gone in a blink of an eye.

Allen could only keep up from mid-air, he actually understood Ofascism's intentions. Although the King of Justice took the most aggressive posture, he still didn't destroy the confidence of the Twilight Son, so he came out and took the lead. The intention is to consume the power of the Twilight Son, and to make Allen familiar with his fighting methods as much as possible. Fortunately, after taking over, the battle is finalized!

Although the two of them are fighting vigorously, they have shattered dozens of kilometers of wasteland in the blink of an eye. But Allen knew that the two were still tempting each other, looking at Orfascius as if they had the upper hand, but the Twilight Son did not appear to be defeated. Both popular games were perfect and it was too early to tell the outcome.

During the battle, Ophasis smashed the double-edged blades of the Twilight Son, raised his thick feet and propped it on his chest, and the latter retreated thousands of meters like a cannonball. Ofasis squinted his eyes. He knew that his foot would never hold the Son of the Twilight so far. This guy simply used his power to try to stretch the distance, then reorganized his formation and made a comeback.

The strong fight, sometimes very similar to the two armies. It's just that the former is a one-on-one battle, while the latter is a one-on-one battle. But the form is different, but the content is the same. Regardless of whether the strong fight or the two armies confront each other, they all pay attention to one-on-one effort, relying on a sharp spirit to rush to kill the enemy. If this breath disappears, then take another breath, and it will not be as vigorous as before.

Therefore, the Twilight Son chose to retreat, and chose to increase the distance, firstly to reorganize his position, and secondly, to drag the spirit of Orfascism.

How could Ofascius do what he wanted?

The King of Justice roared and stepped on the ground with his golden feet. The ground sank sharply, a large stone of more than ten square meters arched up behind him, and Ofascius disappeared in place. When the ripples left by him broke through the air, the arched boulder suddenly exploded, and the stone rain flew.

Orfascius flew almost close to the ground.

The Twilight Son raised his sword and pointed forward, and a faint light flashed by his side, and then shot the sharp blade away, pulling out countless rays of light to shoot Ofascius. At this time, Ofascius actually laughed. He opened his hands and exposed all his vital parts to the wave of sword rain ahead. The Twilight Son raised his eyebrows, and the sword pointed at Orfascius slightly lifted, so the rain of swords scattered, passing around Orfascius, leaving only negligible injuries on his hands and feet.

In the end, he hadn't found the perfect solution to Orfasis's "same death" method. The Son of Twilight could only let go of this opportunity, but Orfasis took the opportunity to accelerate and stab the enemy in the chest. The two swords of the Twilight Son crossed down the grid, trying to suppress Orfascism's sword power. The three swords collided and the arbiter sank slightly. Orfasis snorted and kicked on the front of the blade, so he changed the front stabbing to the top, and shook the two swords of the Twilight Son, making the door open. Orfascius stopped abruptly, lowered his center of gravity, supported his feet and stabbed with a sword. The Twilight Son released his swords, slapped his hands on the blade of the Arbiter, and pushed his feet back, trying to block Orfascism.

Orfascius held the sword with both hands and switched to holding it alone, while pressing the hilt with the other hand, suddenly exerting force.

Suddenly, the son of Dusk was pushed back and plowed back by him, and his feet split two cracks on the ground, extending straight forward.

In front of them, a small town vaguely appeared.

It's noon, and the people in the small town, as usual, go to bed for lunch after lunch. An old man was sitting lazily basking in the sun in the bell tower of the town. Suddenly, the big clock behind him buzzed and vibrated. The old man was startled, thinking it was an earthquake. Then he felt a whirl of the sky and the earth, he looked up and saw from a distance a mass of hustle and bustle on the wasteland outside the town. The old man rang the bell quickly, waking the residents of the town.

"What happened?" The captain of the town guard ran to the bell tower and shouted.

The old man lay on the fence of the clock tower and pointed to the outside of the town and said, "Outside, something is coming outside!"

"What are you talking about, Gran? I can't hear you clearly."

Before the captain could react, the old man's eyes had already shot out fear. Because in just a few words of them, the crowd had reached the entrance of the town, and then broke into the town. Only felt a huge impact hit head-on, the old man had been shaken to the ground, and then the world in his eyes revolved, originally the clock tower tilted and collapsed in the passing dust. As for the captain downstairs, he flew out, and when he fell to the ground, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The hustle and bustle hit the street in the center of the town before it stopped. The dust billowed away, and the frightened people rushed to the street and saw two figures appearing in the dust. One is black armor and black clothes, the other is golden armor, not the Son of Twilight or Orfascism.

The Twilight Son finally successfully stopped Orfasis. He suddenly loosened his hand holding the huge sword. He turned around and slammed the sword with a punch. The King of Justice flew upside down and slammed into the face. Pub. The tavern fell apart with a rumble, and the people inside immediately screamed and cried. The Twilight Son looked around and laughed: "It seems that Allen’s reminder doesn’t work. Look at these idiots, what is the value of being immortal. They are just some rubbish, and my job is to help the universe. Cleaning up the rubbish, I really don’t understand why you are so desperate to stop me."

He said, waving his hands left and right.

Hundreds of dim light flashed between his hands, and a round of light rose in the center of the town. In the light, the outline of the human body suddenly misplaced, and then fell apart like a broken puppet. When the light disappeared, the buildings on both sides of the street had been razed to the ground, and the residents of the town became scattered corpses, and the streets were stained with blood.

A little girl survived, she stared blankly at her father who had been cut apart by her side, not knowing what had happened.

The Twilight Son looked at her, raised his hand and a ray of light popped up.

Suddenly a golden light ran across the front of the little girl, and Ofascius cut the light off with a sword. He looked at the Twilight Son and said angrily: "Asshole, don't you even let a child go!"

"You don't claim to be the king of justice. In my opinion, I am much more just than you. At least in my eyes, life is no different between old and young, noble and inferior, they are all garbage to be cleaned up." The son laughed.

"Shut up, you bastard!" Orfascius flashed forward and cut it away with a sword.

The Twilight Son held the sword with both hands.

In this way, Orfasis pushed him into the ruins of the house on the other side of the street, and the two quickly went away, crossing the town, and breaking out from the west side of the town.

Into town and out of town.

Only between this entry and exit, the town became history, and very few people survived.

People in the air, Allen glanced at the town and sighed slightly. He had warned these people, but unfortunately, they turned a deaf ear to the warning. At this time, another light burst out on the wasteland outside the town. Allen looked up, and Ofascius and Twilight Son were fighting together again.

This battle is different from before. Orfascism’s attack is still majestic, but the Son of Twilight is no longer head-on to resist the attack of the King of Justice. He wanders around Orfasis stabs the sword in the east and stabs the sword in the west. There are no rules. But for some reason, Ofascist's rainbow-like aura seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, he no longer prospered, and even his attack gradually became unsmooth.

The onlookers were clear, but Allen understood. The Twilight Son’s seemingly aimless attack, but every sword pierced the node where Ofascism’s momentum flowed, so he constrained Ofascius in the slightest, as if using an invisible thread to gradually take the King of Justice Get tangled up. At this time, the Twilight Son was like a web-weaving spider, weaving a large web to wrap Orfascius.

Allen was about to remind the King of Justice that a long roar suddenly sounded in the wilderness, and Orfascius's body was violently cast, and the great sword swung a dense shadow of the sword, pushing the Twilight Son back like a spinning top. He suddenly pierced the ground with a sword, and then the earth shook. The Twilight Son squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised his body, but it was not him that rushed to the sky, but the earth bulged up, raising him up to the sky.

What rose from the ground was a rough piece of metal.

The Twilight Son raised his eyebrows. Where did the giant metal come from under this wilderness ground? He raised his figure now, but with this movement, he realized that his feet had been embedded in the piece of metal, and then slammed up the iron ropes from the surface of the metal, locking him to the piece of metal several times. On the high platform. From a distance, it looks like a execution platform, and the Son of Twilight is a prisoner tied to a high platform!

Orfascius laughed and said lightly: "The time for the trial has arrived!"

"Really? Then, my Honor, may I have a chance to argue?" The Twilight Son seemed to be unaware that he was in a dangerous situation, and could still laugh.

"No, I declare that you are guilty of your crime!" Orfascius suddenly shot onto the high platform, slashing the head of the Twilight Son with a sword.

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