Volume 4 Across Two Worlds Chapter 2 Memory of Hell Demon Dragon Tooth
I stood in the underground training ground and stared at the dark black sword in my hand - the Hell Demon Dragon Fang. Although I had obtained it a long time ago, I didn't want to use it to improve my strength.
I will rely too much on powerful weapons, and my own strength will not be improved. However, it is also a sin to have a peerless sword but not use it.
The Hell Demonic Dragon Fang keeps turning over in my hand. Now I can't feel the power contained in it. It seems that I must use that method. I opened myself violently and have hidden my strength for countless days and nights.
The powerful shock wave caused by the transformation of the Eight-Winged Fallen Angel set off a storm in this small training ground. When I transformed into the Eight-Winged Angel, I suddenly felt the Hell Demon Dragon Fang in my hand change.
, but this change cannot be explained in words! Now it is in my hands as if it is a part of my body, transmitting its unique thoughts to my mind through the incomprehensible connection, but as a murder weapon it does not
Any murderous intent is just... just a touch of sadness. That sadness makes me feel intimate. What makes the sword in my hand so sad, and why do I also feel sad? Suddenly I seem to understand that it is not a sword.
Use weapons for killing instead of fighting partners.
I gently waved the Hell Demon Dragon Fang in my hand. I stroked the long sword in my hand and sighed in a low voice: "Are you sad about your fate? What you want is to fight, not kill. You know that I understand?"
The long sword didn't make any sound, but I suddenly realized that a huge picture suddenly appeared in my mind.
A fallen angel with twelve pairs of black wings flapping behind him holds a sword in his hand, floating in the air. Opposite him is a young and beautiful woman, if you haven't seen the twelve pairs of white wings behind him!
You will have a feeling of pity for her. What she holds in her hand is a pure white long sword. At this time, a strong sense of love comes from the long sword in my hand. I can't help but laugh at the sword.
Love, but I know that fallen angels and angels are old enemies and no one can tolerate the other! Then the love of Hell Demon Dragon Fang can be imagined to have no chance!
But things were not what I imagined. I suddenly saw two people in the sky looking at each other not with hatred but with love. It was definitely love, the love of demons and gods! The man in the sky sighed: "Look, Aiya.
Today we have to fight, but I believe you know my heart!"
The infinite tenderness in the eyes of the female angel said: "I understand! But we all know that we have no way out! I believe you have also felt the call of Father God to us. If we do not make any breakthrough, we
We will not be able to leave this world to follow God the Father. Only if we fight with all our strength can we make a breakthrough!" (Is God the Father the most common legendary creation god in novels? Didn't Grandpa tell me that we are nameless?
Is it definitely something from the Creator God?)
The man sighed: "Yes! But I know that no matter whether we succeed or fail today, we Doujiu will always be together, but the only thing I worry about is Hague and Qingying!" Aren't these two the legendary first-generation gods and gods?
Are they the kings of demons? Could it be that they are...
The female angel said: "Don't worry! Our son can understand us!" It seems that it is true that Hague and Qingying are brothers, but I don't know why the two brothers turned against each other in the end.
The two were silent for a while, then the man said: "Aiya, let's start!"
The female angel nodded like a dazzling afterglow left by a meteor streaking across the dark sky. The sword in the man's hand used a perfect move that only it seemed to be able to perfectly display, the brilliance of darkness (yes, the brilliance of darkness, that darkness
There is no longer any impurity, it is pure darkness, a darkness that has reached its limit!) turned into countless brilliant brilliance in the mid-air. "When┅┅" followed countless sounds of gold and iron that sounded almost at the same time, the woman
The sword in the angel's hand silently emits soft light, absorbing the attacks one by one!
As he had expected, the man unfolded his movement skills again, and came behind the female angel silently like the arrival of night. His sword turned into two rays of light, attacking from a tricky angle, one on the left and the other on the right.
Launching a wave of violent offensive like a hungry wolf! Faced with such a fierce attack, the female angel's seemingly fragile body can't help but worry secretly. Everyone onlookers thought that Xiao Ye must retreat, at least temporarily avoid its attack, Ye Xin
It was clear from the beginning that they had the upper hand.
A charming and confident smile bloomed from the angel's holy and beautiful face, and the long sword in his hand turned into a "starlight" and flew backwards, but the man moved forward to meet the man's violent and powerful moves! "Ding" only
Hearing a soft sound, the object, a non-existent bystander, could only quietly watch the two people who exchanged positions in the field. Unable to know the outcome, the angel stretched out his soft hands and gently touched the man's face.
Said: "It seems we can't understand that thing!"
I didn't understand what they said. Did their battle end like this? Too simple? There were no powerful and unimaginable moves! Are they the parents of the God King and the Demon King? But my question was quickly answered,
The swords in their hands fell downwards, but a void appeared above their heads. I suddenly understood that a powerful attack is not the power on the surface but the power it should contain, blindly emphasizing the external power of the move.
And forgetting its connotation is tantamount to spreading the power instead of condensing it.
The bodies of the two people in the air suddenly glowed. The angel's was black, and the man's was white! They hugged each other affectionately and kissed each other... but their vision kept blurring and finally they couldn't be seen. I didn't know what happened in the end.
As a result, I knew clearly that this was the memory of the sword in my hand, because I felt his sadness and attachment again!