The more this man wants something, the stronger his desire to destroy it with his own hands.
But on the one hand, he was extremely conflicted and worried about breaking his favorite toy, and how he would survive such a long and boring time.
It would be nice if I could be obedient.
The man's white-gold eyes were replaced by blood.
Then, Balian's calm voice sounded, like a cool breeze blowing through the mountains at night.
"The choice you gave is not a choice at all for me. When I hold the sword in my hand, the point of the sword has already determined the existence of the enemy. All I can choose is to decide the outcome with all my might. "
"Winning means life, losing means death."
His face, which was white and stained with blood, had a calmness and calmness that was far inferior to those of his peers.
Be modest in your words and deeds, and be fearless.
Across the darkness, he glanced at the injured Wen Hanwei.
Wen Hanwei was also looking at him.
The delicate face that was stained with blood suddenly revealed a smile: "How do you know that I can't hurt you before my sword falls completely?"
Balian will not retreat, be afraid, or surrender.
He said: "Take up your sword and you can try to see if I can make you wounded before you completely destroy me."
The man was a little stunned by his brisk and confident tone. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha - I don't know if you are naive or ignorant!"
The man's beautiful and broad eyebrows suddenly changed, and the violent lines squeezed out between his eyebrows could make everyone shake.
The undead corpse demons lying on the ground were so overwhelmed by the sudden terrifying momentum that they vomited blood. They knelt on the ground in humiliation and kept prostrating, offering praise and loyalty to their master.
Wen Hanwei's body suddenly sank, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on her head.
Balian raised his head and took a deep breath. The corpse demon couldn't breathe, but the air he absorbed could turn into a magical nutrient, making the scarlet flower in his heart flow and bloom.
The bright red and enchanting Manzhushahua flowers bloomed on his pale skin, and half of his pale and delicate cheeks were covered with enchanting red flowers.
Hurricane lightning, the black machine of death, lingered on the silver sword edge.
The pale skin in front of the sword suddenly collapsed and sunk, and countless air was accumulated by the hurricane, avoiding all directions. Balian did not use his own power in his body.
This sword is devouring feedback.
Because feedback is a sword that does not belong to the Kaiyuan realm, it is powerful!
The man felt something, his calm smile froze on his face, and his pupils shrank violently into a sharp line.
puff!
There was a sharp sound that pierced the water bag.
Blood droplets spattered, and Balian's face turned scarlet red. The cold blood wet his face, dyed the back of his hands red, and even a few drops of blood spattered into the wounds on half of his mutilated body.
Those few drops of blood were cold, but touching his bleeding wound was like burning.
He tried his best to adapt to the pain, frowned slightly, and watched as the sword fell from the man in front of him, and his hands were unable to grasp in the air.
It seemed like shock, it seemed like it was uneasiness, it seemed like it was panic.
There were also hoarse syllables coming out of his mouth.
Because at this moment, Balian's small sword had pierced his throat from the back of his neck.
The sword edge sank into the hilt without any hesitation or wavering.
Balian knew that even if he fought to the death or even self-exploded the zombie beads, he would never be able to harm this corpse demon in the slightest.
Therefore, in the initial head-on confrontation, he forcefully took his sword and actually absorbed the sword into his body.
That is the racial talent of the zombie demon.
One of the seven king-level talents, Devour!
This talent has been possessed by Si Li among the hundreds of millions of zombie demons awakened throughout the ages.
The talents awakened by each of the sixteen direct king blood corpse demons are different.
That is their only talent.
Even if you drain their blood, you will never be able to take away their talents.
At this moment, it appeared on Bailian's body.
The small sword that can suck blood, for some reason, is unable to absorb this man's blood at this moment.
Bai Lian felt a little regretful, thinking that it was not so easy to kill.
Once the blow hit, the sole of the boot kicked hard on the man's shoulder, and the whole man rose into the air, trying to distance himself and look for the next attack.
"Heh...heh..." The man changed his embarrassment from scratching with his hands.
He took action suddenly!
Five fingers grasped Bailian's ankle as he soared into the air, his pupils were unusually deep scarlet.
The eyeballs were trembling violently because of the interest that was about to collapse due to excitement, and they reflected Balian's face covered in strange red patterns.
"What is this! What is this! Look what I found!!!"
The tremendous strength between the palms is undeniable!
It was as if he was being tightly welded by a soldering iron, with no possibility of breaking free.
Balian looked at the man who suddenly went crazy and lost control. His slender eyebrows were calm and low-key, and he turned sharply in mid-air, regardless of the shattered calf bones and twisted muscles.
The right leg accumulated strength, and the tip of the toe held the black wind thunder. The white boots under the foot could not even withstand the force of the foot, and they directly turned into white fragments and were blown away by the wind.
A kick hit the man's handsome face directly.
The man groaned, released his palms, staggered back two steps, and sat back on the throne in a somewhat embarrassed state.
He covered his mouth and nose, blood spilled from his fingers, and looked at Bailian who fell backwards and flew away with unbearable eyes. He was too shocked to say a word.
Bai Lian fell next to Wen Hanwei. As soon as he stood up, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his left leg!
The face reflected by the blood looked even more pale and frosty, like a dead person.
Bailian's body shook violently and he was about to fall down.
Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, but she still stood up quickly. Her arms were too heavy to lift, and she couldn't support him. She could only use her soft body to support his body.
The two of them were leaning on each other, their clothes all stained with blood.
But so far in the battle, no one has fallen in the face of such a powerful ancient monster.
The man sat on the ancient throne, the blood gushing from his neck wet his robe and the black throne, and dense red lines appeared on his pale skin.
He gracefully caressed his neck with his pale and sharp fingers. The sword marks healed quickly and the blood stopped.
Except that the blood color on his face was paler than before, there was no sign of dejection at all.
When the bright red lines bloomed with evil light, the man's face gained a bit of wild charm.
The fangs loomed under the scarlet lips. They were injured and stained with blood for the first time in a thousand years. They should have been extremely angry.
But at this moment, the joy in his heart made him feel a little surprised.
The shocked emotion quickly disappeared into the depths of the scarlet pupils, hiding it extremely well.
He gracefully crossed one leg, crossed his arms, and looked at Balian with a half-smile. He touched his smooth and uninjured neck with his fingers, and the curve of his mouth raised in a very teasing way: "He is truly a man of his word. You really hurt me."
He spread his palms and showed the movement patterns of the corpse beads in his body in front of Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei without hesitation.
The man smiled and said: "But the fact is before us. You sacrificed your body for me to be injured, but you still can't reverse the situation of the battle. This is the suppression of absolute strength. There is no possibility of taking tricks. If you continue If you insist on fighting with me, I will not be able to help but tear the rest of your body into tatters."
Balian's brows were lowered and frowned because of the intense erosion and pain in his body, and there was a squirming sound of regeneration coming from his mutilated body.
man:"!!!"
He was shocked again. For thousands of years, all the emotions and expressions combined were not as colorful as they are today.
Wen Hanwei suddenly felt that the cold body leaning on her suddenly became hot.
On the right side of the mostly mutilated body, the huge blood hole is constantly being reorganized by bloody threads, the broken bones are extending, and the internal organs are being repaired at an alarming speed under the bloody threads.
If the fatal wound from the man's sword was repaired in an instant, Wen Hanwei would be shocked.
The repair ability shown by Baliande's body at this moment can be called an impossible miracle.
