"No, that's not right."
On the upper floors of Tyran Tower, the battlefield was still filled with endless chaotic energy. Vitak, who was gradually surrounded by it, suddenly turned his attention to the purple-black thunder and lightning that was gradually emerging from the lower floors, and his eyes became sharp: "This Not the power you should have…You are not Restoration people.”
"...I'm very disappointed in you, the descendant of Malok." Waving the same purple-black mist with both hands, Hayward's voice began to have a hint of ridicule: "Such an obvious sign, but you didn't wait until Only now have I discovered... Could it be that the power of our destiny alliance has become so unbearable now?"
"…You will not succeed."
Commanding the magic light balls and magic creations that were constantly circling around to return to his side, Vitak, who had been fighting these men in black alone since the invasion, began to look around the tower anxiously for the first time. : "Only Malok of the past knows how to control this tower. Even if you destroy all the restrictions, the rules of this space cannot be easily broken in a short time..."
"We don't have to work so hard."
Glancing at the location of the purple-black energy that also rose below, the middle-aged man with shiny black hair grinned a strange smile: "The Tower of Tyran is a tall tower created by void energy. Its origin comes from the affirmation of the void, as long as this origin is changed..."
“The ownership of this place will naturally change.”
Rumble, rumble——
As if in conjunction with his speech, the surroundings of the tower, which had never been affected by the fierce battle, gradually began to vibrate. Several faint purple-black auras also appeared along with these vibrations. Some corners of each floor of the tower gradually emerged. Looking at all this, Liangchen Meiyu's original laughter became more wild, and the colorful sword in his hand became as dark as the mist surrounding him. He pointed He pointed at the back of Duan Qing, who had been beaten to the point of half-kneeling on the ground, and then stepped in front of him, assuming the posture of chopping down a tree: "How does it feel to be constrained everywhere? Raise your head..."
"Look how your fate is cut off!"
clang!
A loud metal collision sounded over Duan Qing's head. It was the sound made when the purple-black long sword suddenly collided with the long knife raised by Duan Qing's backhand. Duan Qing stood up and then gritted his teeth and smashed the sword. The black sword energy contained in the long sword flew into the air and swept upward along the chain extending from his back. Perhaps after all, it touched the chain that extended from nowhere. The sound of the iron chain shaking then came from the far end of the purple-black cloud that could not be seen. Duan Qing, who was connected together, also swayed for a while with the shaking of the iron chain, and used his retreating steps to move the chain. The stinging feeling in the back gradually disappeared: "What is this, a puppet on strings?"
"That's right! You are no longer a player, but a puppet! A toy!"
Pointing to the crumbling iron chain behind Duan Qing, Liangchen Meiyu smiled wildly and said: "That chain of fate is your identity and the only proof of your life in this world! Once that iron chain is cut off,' The name of "Mo Shang Qing Shan" will disappear from the free world!"
"..."
"No matter how powerful you are, you can't protect your own life!"
Looking at the other party's speechless face, Liangchen Meiyu, who turned into a ghost-like one because of the black energy, raised her sword and pointed upward: "In other words... you are confident that you can use your role as a bet to continue with me. Fight 'fairly'?"
"…Sounds like a good idea."
Turning his head to look at the flames of war still burning behind him, as well as the Snow Spirit Huan Bing fighting with Norman in another corner, Duan Qing took a breath and lowered his head, as if he had made some decision: " If this is the fairness you want...then I will accept this condition."
"……What?"
"You have your own tricks, and I have my skills. This bet is actually a fair one."
He raised his flaming sword again, Duan Qing gradually hid his solemn eyes behind the slowly raised sword: "There are still two minutes, there is not much time to waste... Anyway, I will use my own The character's life is used as a bet, please take three swords."
"If you can survive after three sword strikes, I will be defeated." He slashed forward and slowly made a horse stance with his right foot: "When the time comes... so what if I give you this life?" ?”
"...Ha, why should I accept it?" The blue veins on his face were replaced by an arrogant expression. Liangchen Meiyu waved his hand disdainfully: "I am now blessed by the power of the void. Ordinary damage will only be dealt with by the 'Void Protector'." If your body is transferred to another dimension, even if I step on your head now, what can you do to me?"
"...I'll let you accept it."
As Duan Qing said these words, an inexplicable aura slowly rose from his body: "The bet you need to make is very simple..."
"Just hand over the Emerald Star in your hand."
"Ha, silly X, your attack has no effect now, and all I need to do is to gently swing the sword..."
The sharp sword energy then erupted outward along the center where Duan Qing was, rolling countless purple-black clouds and surrounding rubble out of the corridor, and the broken walls and broken walls were falling. The door also collapsed outwards under the constant pressure of these sword energies, revealing gaps that continued to extend outwards. Liangchen Meiyu, who was interrupted, then let out a disdainful laugh, wrapped in a purple-black aura. The figure stepped in front of Duan Qing in two steps, but the sword he wanted to cut upward was blocked in mid-air by the sword that was raised diagonally, and he stepped back with a strong tremor.
"Lu Lixi with a long hair—"
The movement of his hand did not pause at all. Duan Qing took a big step back with the tip of the knife raised. The handle of the knife originally held with both hands flipped half a circle in the air, and then suddenly transformed into A huge knife shadow stood in front of the space that was split into two halves: "Guan Cui Wei..."
"I thought it was heaven!"
boom--!
The huge sword energy appeared above Duan Qing like a ferocious mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun. The countless spikes sprouted from the ferocious giant blade then turned into thousands of spears, heading towards the direction of the beautiful jade. Pressed down. The purple-black sword energy that had just been thrown out from his hand was instantly swallowed up by the waterfall-like sword energy. Facing this sky-collapse scene, Liangchen Meiyu couldn't help but widen his eyes. The purple-black sword energy surged beside him. Then the lightning spread out around the corridor as if it was crushed by a collapsed tall building: "This, this is..."
"What the hell is this?"
"...The next step is the second knife."
Amidst the clanging sound of a large amount of metal scraping across the ground, Duan Qing, who was still standing on the spot, said to himself. He looked at the purple-black clouds that originally surrounded Liangchen Meiyu, but were now riddled with holes. , the expression on his face became more solemn: "Go with the flow -"
"Yan Yangyang... I'm a guest!"
He raised the knife and swung it down, and then the fluttering knife fell gently to the ground. However, as the knife landed, the white turbid current appeared on the space section in front of Duan Qing, rushing forward with the invisible force of the knife. When he came out, Liangchen Meiyu, who had not yet recovered from the previous rain of knives, was swept into the torrent together with the black mist around him, making a loud noise like waves in the air, and was swept away. The ups and downs of the waves lifted the beautiful jade out of the water into the air. Then, the scene appeared on the river of swords flowing past. At the same time, several intersecting sword qi flew out diagonally. The bright mirror light drawn.
"I, I remembered..."
The purple-black mist that was cut into pieces again drifted around the tower with the infinitely extending sword energy, and the figure of the beautiful jade that belonged to the good times became clear again appeared in the mid-air there. He continued to fall and tried hard to steady himself. His figure rolled to the ground with knife marks all over his body: "This is...the Heavenly Sword, right?"
"That's right."
Slowly raising his blade, Duan Qing replied with a serious voice: "This is the Heavenly Sword, the Heavenly Sword in "Heavenly Sword"."
"Isn't it true that at the end of that game, no one can learn the Heavenly Sword?" Liangchen Meiyu stood up with difficulty, covering her chest: "How could you..."
"That's just a rumor." Duan Qing, who raised his sword forward, replied in a low voice: "The sword manual of the Heavenly Sword is actually engraved on the few lines of poetry at the gate of Taidao Mountain, but it only has a number of Only those with the necessary conditions can truly see those peerless swords carved with the sharp edge of a pen.”
"You, could it be that you had already cultivated to the Heavenly Realm?" As if she had exhausted all her strength, Liangchen Meiyu suddenly raised her head, but the words she wanted to continue to say were replaced by her pupils that suddenly enlarged. , and at the same time, his mouth gradually opened wider: "Impossible! You... Huh? How did you..."
"...It seems you have noticed it."
Looking down at his body that was gradually becoming transparent, and then looking up at the iron chains connected to his body that seemed to be red-hot at the moment, Duan Qing's voice contained a bit of a sigh: "The so-called How does the Intention Sword work?"
"No, impossible, impossible..." As if she had figured out the meaning of the scene in front of her, Liangchen Meiyu shook her head repeatedly: "No! Even if you can do it, but... but... no! "
"I won't lose!" He shouted and raised his long sword: "I still have a chance! As long as I can cut off..."
"Your void power is about to dissipate."
Pointing at the purple-black clouds around him, Duan Qing shook his head and let out a deep laugh: "Without the blessing of the power of the void, you have no ability to deflect damage, and the most important thing is... you will never be able to deflect damage again. You can't see something you shouldn't see, and without its threat, you have no possibility of defeating me, but I am still an upright person, and the bet I made before is still valid."
"So..." He stopped, then raised the blade again: "There is another knife."
"...The third form of the Heavenly Sword? Wait, wait a moment..."
"No, it was the second and third moves respectively."
Looking down at the opponent's face, Duan Qing shook his head: "I won't perform them all for you in order. I don't have so much time to talk to you, so... Next is the seventh posture. "
"Choose to accept it, or surrender and hand over the stone."
He stared at Liangchen Meiyu's face: "This is the last chance I give you... uh."
The cold sword wind that swept around him continued to rise with Duan Qing's gradually rising momentum, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment. The tip of the sword with black sword energy then penetrated Duan Qing's chest, carrying the frozen The solid blood was revealed in front of the two people. The look of surprise on Duan Qing's face, who raised his hands in the air, only lasted for a moment, and then he turned back with a wry smile, and the cold Snow Spirit Huan Bing stretched out as much as he could. Then the stabbing posture appeared in his eyes, staring closely into his eyes: "...go to hell."
"...What a perfect sword."
A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Duan Qing's eyes began to move upward as he gradually became trance-like: "Finally, I haven't trained you for so long in vain... Hey! Norman! Did you agree to handle it?"
"Time is up."
The engraved magic circle has spread outside the body, and old Norman, who is like a living Kabbalah tree of life, then appears in the distance of the long corridor: "...It seems that you did not succeed. In that case..."
"……whispering sound."
Gritting his teeth, the blood foam around his mouth flew into the air. Duan Qing, whose face turned black, then let out an angry shout. The ice blue sword that had pierced his body also curved a violent curve as his body twisted. Arc, the body with Xue Ling Huan Bing tilted to the side. Feeling the killing intent suddenly emanating from the opponent, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who had no time to pull out the sword, hurriedly raised his other ice spike, and then Using the icy blue sword light glowing with black energy, he stopped Duan Qing's knife that was about to land on Liangchen Meiyu's head.
"Yes, yes! That's it!" Liangchen Meiyu's proud laughter sounded on the floor: "Protect me! I will deal with the rest right away..."
"You should be the one who needs to be dealt with."
A loud sound of breaking through the air then appeared in everyone's ears, and at the same time, old Norman's bright figure crossed everyone: "You have accumulated enough sins, now... it's time to die ”
"Let him go!"
Looking at Norman, whose whole body seemed to be burning with the magical white light, Xueling Huanbing, who still didn't let go, shouted loudly: "Your opponent is me, don't hurt..."
puff--
The sound of an iron pestle piercing flesh then appeared in everyone's ears. It was the sound made when Norman's magic-blessed iron fist penetrated Liangchen Meiyu's chest. Liangchen Meiyu was flown backward by the huge force and then slowly slowed down. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of shock and anger then fell on Xue Ling Huan Bing: "You...haha..."
"It's... not over... yet..."
In the scene where his arms were gradually hanging down, he stared closely into the woman's eyes, and then used his last breath of strength to throw the emerald green stone in his hand hard. nt
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