His long forest-white hair danced wildly like a waterfall, and the handsome boy looked like a kabuki actor with a smoky look and a flirtatious look. The long trench coat on his body made a sound, just like a peerless actor wearing a phoenix crown and habei.
Kazama Ruri returns again at this moment.
Everything seems to be without warning, and it seems like a fate that cannot be escaped.
The beautiful man, whose face was as pale as makeup, looked into the distance. His phoenix eyes seemed to have penetrated the layers of fog and saw the destined old friend.
"This is the real you! My child, you will eventually stand on top of the world, and the whole world will be your throne!"
The king on the side jumped up excitedly, like a funny monkey.
The pair of golden boys were incomparably bright, with unconcealable ecstasy inside them. He stared intently at Kazama Liuli in front of him, as if he was looking at the most flawless treasure in the world.
But his ecstasy was far more than that, he was more in awe of the power of Fengjian Liuli.
This powerful force can allow the king to move towards the supreme throne, and he will be invincible on this road, so he is in awe of Kazama Ruri.
But if he really sat on that great throne, Kazama Liuli would no longer be a thing of awe for him, but a piece of superfluous garbage.
The so-called words such as "one person is lonely and everyone shares the throne" are almost like farts.
King General, no, Herzog is able to get to where he is today just because he ate everyone along the way and turned them into nutrients to supply himself, and the excess would be like objects that he pooped out.
Expelled until he reached today step by step.
As long as he is really lonely in his heart, he will not become a loner, because he really doesn't need it.
On the road to the pinnacle of power, there is no so-called partner at all. Anyone and anything is a weapon to him.
If a weapon is broken or even rotted, the worst case scenario is to replace it with another one.
The weapon Kazama Ruri was so perfect that even kings and generals couldn't put it down, but the final fate of the weapon was to be cut off and discarded. No matter how perfect the Kazama Ruri was, it would inevitably end up like this in the end.
Fengjian Liuli looked at the king with a faint look.
He just felt that the monkey jumping up and down was very noisy. As for what the other party said, he couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't want to hear it.
However, when Fengjian Liuli looked at Wang Jiang, the latter became even more excited.
It seems to have reached some kind of climax! Something high-spirited is dominating!
"Yes, it's this look. The life and death of all the creatures in the world have nothing to do with you. The throne of the world is waiting for you, and they will all become your food. And by then, I, Herzog, will be honored to be able to assist you.
To you, this will be the glory of my life."
The king general shouted excitedly.
He kept walking around Fengjian Liuli, and he was like a poisonous snake hissing and spitting out snake bites, ready to kill him at any time.
Kazama Liuli frowned deeply, with a look of impatience on his face. He just felt that this guy was like a buzzing fly with a foul smell of shit all over his body.
He didn't even turn his head, he reached out his hand directly to his side and grabbed the king's head.
"Ah, please let go, I'm hurt by you."
The king was caught off guard and exclaimed.
Kazama Liuli's palms clasped tighter and tighter, and he felt like his facial bones were about to crack.
But Kazama Ruri didn't seem to hear what the king said at all, and the man didn't even look at him.
With a fierce slam, his five fingers exerted great force, and the king's head was crushed violently.
The shrill screams were like the wails of evil spirits. For the general, this was simply a brutal torture.
Iron-gray blood wrapped around the forest-white brain matter sprayed out directly from the crack in the king's head. His entire head was taken off by force, and countless long and narrow tentacles spurted out from his neck, but the king's body was directly removed.
He knelt down and slumped to the side helplessly.
Kazama Liuli casually crushed the king's head, leaving only the bloody mask of the prince in his hand.
This pale mask seemed to be alive, making the sound of grinding teeth and sucking blood. The blood spurted from Wang Jiang's head was sucked up crazily by this mask, as if he was sucking some extremely delicious milk tea.
Soon this official mask became spotless.
During the process of crushing the king's head, Kazama Liuli didn't look at him from beginning to end, but was very curious about the pale mask of the prince in his hand.
He tilted his head and carefully looked at every texture of the mask.
He seemed to understand something, picked up the pale mask of the official, and immediately put it directly on his face.
Just right, to be precise, just right.
Ho ho ho!
At this moment, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast had been awakened.
Fengjian Liuli's long snow-white hair danced wildly, like a waterfall falling from the sky, but he obviously didn't roar, but there were waves of extremely frightening and ferocious roars coming from his body.
The man turned his head and looked through the layers of fog to the man wearing a long black trench coat at the end of the fog.
On the mask of the public minister, the corners of his pale mouth slowly revealed a sinister smile.
At this moment, the wind, rain and fog seemed to be frightened by the terrifying aura emitted by this extremely evil ghost, and they fled frantically towards the surroundings.
…
And on the other side of the fog.
Minamoto Chisheng sliced off Tachibana Masamune's head with a knife.
The man's eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes when facing the father who once taught him.
How could he be deeply moved by the other party's heartfelt words, let alone the so-called regret.
Tachibana Masamune, that is, all the teachings Herzog gave him, were all aimed at making him the opponent's sword. He was not the sword holder. It was the evil spirit Tachibana Masamune who wanted to be the sword holder.
The other party is trying every possible means to take control of him, and even wants to take control of the Sheqi Eighth Family again. This evil ghost has been secretly plotting. I wonder if Yuan Zhisheng is not an idiot, how can he let him succeed.
That's why there was a scene where the opponent's head was chopped off with a clean knife.
"Ziaosheng, you will... regret it."
Even with only one head left, Tachibana Masamune could still speak intermittently.
"Then we'll see, Dad."
After saying that, Yuan Zhisheng raised his knife and chopped off the head completely.
The wind and rain were blowing, and Yuan Zhisheng felt that the world was lonely, and the thick fog around him was retreating crazily in all directions.
However, this scene is not a natural phenomenon, but a terrifying shock wave is sweeping towards this place, and its target is Yuan Zhisheng.
The man suddenly turned around, raised the long knife in his hand, and suddenly faced the slash from the depths of the mist.
The blade was as scarlet as blood, and the man's white hair burst out like a waterfall, revealing a pale smiling face wearing a public minister's mask.