The horns penetrated from the helmet, the scarlet eyes stared at Zheng Yan, a dark aura emanated, and its hoarse voice sounded.

"The God of Chaos will take revenge on mankind no matter what. He doesn't need anyone to save him, even the chosen one!"

The black spear danced and the sparks of the gun flashed, and his figure flashed in front of Zheng Yan. Zheng Yan shouted loudly and raised his giant sword to slash out.

Ghost swordsmanship!

The red giant sword slashed horizontally and collided with the black spear. Zheng Yan shouted loudly, and a whirlpool of sword energy appeared in front of him, pulling the figure of Despair Taimat.

With a bang, the red giant sword bounced away from the black spear. Zheng Yan raised the giant sword high, charged up and slammed it down.

Bang!

There was another loud noise, and the giant sword collided with the black spear. The red giant sword came out and was smashed away. The black spear stabbed Zheng Yan. A sledgehammer appeared in Zheng Yan's hand and smashed it hard.

Come here.

With an ear-piercing buzz, the black spear was thrown away. Zheng Yan jumped out. During this period, he jumped back and slashed. The sledgehammer hit the Taimat of Despair in front of him. The violent impact made his figure illusory.

, he stretched out his hand to summon the black spear and came back, but before he could catch the spear, Zheng Yan jumped over again.

Flowing heart·leap!

Zheng Yan flew forward and slashed vertically in the air. The sledgehammer hit the body of Taimat of Despair. The two-meter-tall demon finally floated into the air, and the dark aura on his body was weaker than ever before.

The sledgehammer in his hand was switched to a black sword hilt, and the violent light blade spurted out from behind the "Poji Weapon". Zheng Yan assumed a Liuxin stance, with the lightsaber facing the sky, sword energy spurting out, and he jumped up.

Liu Xin·Sheng!

The sword energy was like an inverted tornado, seeming to tear the night apart. The desperate Taimat inside was submerged by the sword energy. Some cracks appeared in the white armor on its body, and its body began to become illusive.

Continuous slashes in the air!

Zheng Yan was in mid-air, waving his lightsaber crazily to slash at the body of Taimat of Despair. The dark aura from the opponent's body spurted out, and the black spear flew towards him.

Bang!

Zheng Yan slashed away the spear in the air and continued to attack Tamate of Despair. The opponent did not give any feedback. Zheng Yan even felt that he had not hit anything, but the opponent's aura did weaken a little bit.

At a certain moment, Zheng Yan was the first to hit the ground. He watched his body adjust and stared at the desperate Taimat who was about to fall to the ground. The lightsaber in his hand switched to a sledgehammer, and the sledgehammer slashed out diagonally.

Pick it up!

The Tamate of Despair that had just fallen was blown up again by this blow. This time, even the demon representing despair became furious. He bounced up and down like a balloon, and bounced up and down, and

There is no way to counter it, Zheng Yan's sword energy has a floating effect.

Back jump!

Taimat of Despair fell again. Zheng Yan jumped back and slashed with a sledgehammer. With a bang, the impact swept out and hit the body of Taimat of Despair, and it flew up again.

"The God of Death will personally harvest you!" Taimat of Despair roared angrily, his figure soared into the sky and fell uncontrollably.

Draw the sword...

Zheng Yan held the sledgehammer horizontally at his waist, preparing to turn the demon into a real volleyball and keep spinning. However, just before he drew his sword to gather strength, his body staggered, the knee of one leg bent down, and the sledgehammer was thrown away.

When he reached the side, Zheng Yan half-knelt down with his hands on the ground and coughed violently.

He coughed up specks of blood, half of his face was seeped with blood, and it was difficult to open one of his eyes. He only felt weak all over and there was severe pain in his temples.

"Are you... seriously overdrawn... Sure enough, I can't use the sword for the third time." Zheng Yan sat down on the ground, his nosebleeds began to flow uncontrollably, and he looked helplessly with one eye.

The despairing Tamate in mid-air hit the ground heavily.

The figure of Taimat of Despair stood up instantly. It raised a black spear with one hand and stared at Zheng Yan with eyes full of murderous intent. Some kind of weird power radiated out..br>

Zheng Yan slowly raised his head, and a black cloak appeared above his head. There was a white skull inside the cloak, with red light in the black eye sockets. The skull held a sickle shining with cold light in its claws.

"Fell into hell forever!"

The desperate Taimat raised his spear high. In the darkness, red light covered the area, and the figure that looked like the god of death raised his scythe.

"Attack me quickly!" Zheng Yan shouted to the other side, "Burn me!"

Xiluen, who was still thinking about how to save Zheng Yan, heard this and no longer thought about it. The battle ax suddenly hit the ground, red talismans appeared under Zheng Yan's feet, and flames shot into the sky!

Boom!

The god of death holding the sickle was instantly burned to ashes, but Zheng Yan underneath was not seriously injured except for his clothes being burned a little.

The final ability of Taimat of Despair, Death's Scythe, summons the God of Death to finish an enemy, but the God of Death can be attacked by teammates.

The desperate Taimat put down the black spear he held high, stared at Xiluen who walked in front of Zheng Yan, then looked at Zheng Yan, and said coldly: "As expected of the savior chosen by Michelle, with all my abilities you can

We all know the weaknesses, but what do you do next?"

Its cold voice spread, with laughter in it, "There are thousands of pretenders here! Is it just the priests?"

"Have you not noticed that the power of the Holy Light has been withdrawn from the beginning?" Silune raised his battle ax and pointed it at the Tamate of Despair in front of him.

The holy light that illuminated the camp in the dark night was indeed gone, and the desperate Taimat found that even the disgusting breath seemed to be going away.

"You underestimate the power of the church." Xi Luen slammed the battle ax on the ground, turned around and hugged Zheng Yan, protecting him.

"Are you going to set a fire?" Zheng Yan looked around and felt that there was fire blooming in the distance, and there were roars of pretenders everywhere.

"Well, lower your head, don't look." Xi Luen tried her best to emit flames with her body, forming an isolation zone to protect Zheng Yan.

"You told me not to look, but I still want to look!" Zheng Yan raised his head and looked outside.

The raging flames poured in overwhelmingly, swallowing up everything, including the desperate Taimat. At this moment, the two of them were in a sea of ​​flames, and the river of hellfire flowed through the entire town of Bartos.

The firelight in the dark night dyed half of the sky red, and the city in flames made various pitiful roars. Any dark atmosphere disappeared in such flames.

"Actually, aren't you judges that scary?" Zheng Yan said with a smile, he was already exhausted from the heat.

"Any judge is scary." Xiluen said lightly: "You don't think it's scary just because your strength is about to catch up with me."

"Nonsense." Zheng Yan said, "If you use such flames to deal with me, I won't be able to run away."

"This is an external force. My own strength is only slightly stronger than yours."

"I'm already stronger than you."

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