The Qiu Bo lamp fell on the edge of the missing circle, and the white clothes swayed like a swaying flame on the edge of a copper oil lamp. Taking him as the line, the tide of bad luck was cut off, and a gap like a month and a half appeared.

Before the aftermath of the first confrontation dissipated, Qiu Bodeng floated forward again.

The tip of the long sword drew a long cold line on the huge gap like an ink pool.

However, the shadow is no longer the same as before, taking the initiative to step forward.

If it has facial features, the expression at this time should be quite complicated. In this world, there is no one who is more aware of the existence of Qiu Bodeng's real situation than it, and there is no one who is more afraid of the existence of Qiu Bodeng. Therefore, even if he knew that the current Qiu Bodeng was no longer the monarch who had not broken his sword, he still went all out in the initial temptation.

It was a relief to go all out.

On the surface, it seemed that after the first confrontation, Qiu Bodeng was able to take the lead in attacking, and he had the upper hand. But in fact, this is already a sacrifice of life knowing that he will die. If Qiu Bodeng was still the original god in the cloud, then in the confrontation just now, he would never be forced to retreat to the edge of the missing circle, but the two sides formed a circle, and the two circles confronted each other.

Sombra had imagined countless scenes of fighting against the gods, but now those scenes are useless.

Since one side is in a life-threatening situation, there is no way to talk about equality in fighting.

The enemy who used to be a thorn in the flesh, has been reduced to such a point, while the shadow is relieved, he is also inexplicably disappointed... You said that you have left the good Yunzhong City waiting for you, and you have to go down the Zhoushan Mountain and walk into the mud. In the end, being dragged down like this by those humble and useless ants, isn't it stupid?

Disappointment is disappointment, and Sombra has no intention of holding back.

Without seeing any movement, the edge of the ink pool rushed up countless dark red and sticky rotten soil, the rotten soil from top to bottom, like a blood flower rolled up and closed, covering the white-clothed forward Qiu Bo lamp .

The river of blood hangs upside down and rots down.

"rise!"

Qiu Bodeng suddenly shouted softly.

The long sword, which had been hanging down, was lifted upwards, stirring up a bright silver thread that passed across the sky. The ink pool formed by the bad luck was split into two halves by this sword light. The countless Dao Qinghui that had been shattered before rose up following this sword, large and small, fine and dense, vertically passing through this ink pool.

Like a heavy rain.

Sword Rain.

Qinghui went up and down, the silver line moved forward, and the black shadow was shocked, but it was too late to retreat. Thousands of sword lights formed a cage, blocking all its escape routes. At this moment, the killing suddenly turned, the ink pool shattered, the blood color instantly retreated, and a huge light was torn apart again in the rotten ground.

A sword is broken, and a thousand swords are born.

The land of a hundred deaths and a lifetime, a sword that never goes before.

"you!"

The shadow staggered backwards.

This time, it is not as steady as a mountain like before, step by step. Qiu Bodeng's sword pierced through its shoulders, tearing a large gap there. Strangely, there was no blood flowing, and no wounds were seen, only the thick black mist kept escaping and gathering again. In addition, there are countless fine sword lights, like tiny thunder and lightning, wandering through the black shadow like a real body.

"You lunatic!"

The shadow's voice was sharp and sharp.

Qiu Bo Deng fell not far away, and landed on the place where the shadow stood before. There were also many fine sword lights rolling on his clothes like fine thunder. The previous sword rain, while penetrating the black shadow, also passed through Qiu Bodeng's own soul, leaving an injury that was only heavier than the black shadow but not lighter than the black shadow.

Sombra couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe someone would do this.

The reason why it was able to ask Qiu Bodeng if he really wanted to die before was because it knew that after he taught the world, he had been burdened with karma to this day. However, the excessive karma in the Great Wilderness cannot be a help for Qiu Bodeng, only because his soul is a god in nature, which in turn restricts him everywhere.

Once he uses too much power belonging to the soul, the two will clash violently.

This is the most funny joke in the world. The most powerful god monarch, after bears a karma that does not belong to him, must enter the desert to drive the demon. Every time you cut a sword, you will hurt yourself. Ordinary people have said that the desperate situation of death and killing is 800 to kill the enemy and damage one thousand. And he is more than one thousand self -damage?

It is just a self -immolation.

The only way is to completely fall off the evil lights, and the black shadow wants to wait for him to fall evil.

—— As long as he falls evil, there is a way to devour him!

Because in the desert, all evil spirits, everything, and all dead souls must be controlled by it and can be manipulated by it.

because……

"You are the great waste."

The simple five words fell, but it seemed that there were countless thunder in the void, which made the boundless black black boiling.

………………………………………………

Blacks are heavy and one heavy, such as tens of millions of giant beasts, such as the tide of tens of millions of tide, and the boundary between the world and the desert. At this moment, if a child is about to draw the approximate map of the Three Realms, then in the center of the paper, the world that is less than one -tenth of the paper surface will become smaller and small.

Because the darkness has reached the coastline of the Twelve continents from all directions.

There was no obstruction of the thirty -six islands located on the periphery of the twelve continents. The black 瘴 was able to pass through between the island and the island unobstructed, and all the way to the land of the world.

"You chose a big waste."

Ye Diaoyu, who was stained with blood, said softly.

The surface of Cangyu has been swept away by the unspeakable black.

The overlapping dead soul wild ghost Taiyi Zong was like flowing water, and it passed by fog. Their faces are constantly staggered and changes into faces that the elders are familiar with. If you replace it with ordinary monks here, he has already been led by the dead soul to the obsession in his heart, and is lost in the darkness.