This black-clothed boy is actually quite extraordinary.
After all, Lucifer personally selected to help the Charm Emperor, just like the mirror demon, they are all very special demon races.
He himself is a twelfth-order demon nightmare. Under Lucifer's black magic, he disguised himself as the eighth-order dream **** similar to a nightmare.
But even so.
Facing the legendary first sword **** Bai Zhaoyun, he still did not dare to take the initiative!
not to mention.
Just now, in front of Zhao Yaxin and his party, Bai Zhaoyun used his sword to force back Prometheus, the God of Fire, the God of Fire.
Unparalleled power!
In the eyes of the black-clothed youth, if he dared to take action against Bai Zhaoyun, it would be no different from courting death...
But if you just stand here stupidly, watching Zhao Yaxin and the others fight, it doesn't seem to make sense.
The black-clothed boy thought for a moment, then glanced at Bai Zhaoyun with a dreadful look, turned around and walked quietly towards Lin Fan, who had been suppressed by Zhao Yaxin!
a time.
Bai Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, as long as you don't start a fight with yourself, it's fine.
but.
Looking at the back of the guy walking towards Lin Fan, Bai Zhaoyun suddenly had a complicated emotion in his heart.
"what happened?"
"Why, I actually want to stop him?"
Bai Zhaoyun's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of entanglement.
If it is placed before, since there is no enemy rushing towards him, then Bai Zhaoyun will not take the initiative to take the shot.
After all, he seems to be the first sword god, but in fact he is just a swindling fake.
but.
Do not know why.
At this moment, he saw that the black clothed boy ignored him and walked towards Lin Fan instead.
Bai Zhaoyun suddenly remembered the previous scene.
The flames were raging, Cao Dahua stood in front of Lin Fan and helped his friend stop the flames!
Lin Fan hugged Cao Dahua, who was burned to the coke, and looked at himself with disappointment, contempt and anger.
That look is like a sharp sword of judgment!
and.
Despite his pretense, Lin Fan still walked towards him step by step with red eyes.
You are the number one Sword God!
Although it was a fake fake, Lin Fan didn't know it! In his opinion, he is the first sword god!
From that kid's point of view, if he really wants to fight with his first sword god, he can easily kill him with one sword!
But why is he still walking towards him step by step, even if Cao Dahua hadn't woken up in time, that kid would have shot himself!
Bai Zhaoyun suddenly remembered the two conversations between him and Lin Fan.
"You know that you can't beat me, why did you dare to come to me in the face of my coercion?"
"I think if someone hurts my friend, even if they die, I have to fight, right?"
as well as.
"Huo Rulong... Although he is a liar, I have to say that instead of making me despise, he makes me respect him."
"That guy... can do this with a single priesthood and deceive everyone."
"He's a real genius!"
"It's more respectable than someone who is born with a strong talent."
"Some people are born with unparalleled talent, but spend their lives in vain. And some people, with average talent, only have a bad deck, but they play a good hand on their own. This kind of person is more awe-inspiring than those who are born with good cards. Respect."
"Also, he's also a daring fellow."
"So, even if he lied to everyone, I still respect him. In my opinion, he is not a clown, but a man who admits defeat, dares to pay the price, and dares to bear the consequences."
Bai Zhaoyun, who always subconsciously avoided danger, was suddenly stunned.
The corners of his mouth gradually blossomed into a smile.
He lowered his head and looked at the sword on his waist that was never really drawn and never really fought against anyone.
"Senior brother."
"Master originally wanted me to teach you something, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was you who taught me something."
"Obviously I'm just a swindling liar."
"But in your eyes, I have always been a hero with unparalleled swordsmanship."
"Obviously I'm just a jumping clown who avoids fighting."
"But, damn, I just met a junior brother like you."
"Obviously I would never take the initiative to fight with people...but...I think, as a senior brother, you should do something, are you right?"
"Chuck!"
Bai Zhaoyun suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist. This was the first time that he took the initiative to draw the sword!
Because Bai Zhaoyun actually doesn't like drawing swords.
Drawing a sword means life and death, but there are not many opportunities in this world that make you want to throw your life away.
There will not be too many opportunities for you to have the awareness to throw away your life.
but.
At this moment, life finally gave him a chance and gave him a realization.
It can also be said that Lin Fan gave it to him.
Although it's just a beam jumping clown, you can also be a beam jumping clown who dares to be, right?
Bai Zhaoyun suddenly remembered that the master once told him.
You will be a legend after all, with your sword.
Because the world is so big, there is always someone who regards you as a hero.
the other side.
"Miss Zhao, this guy asked me to kill him!"
The black-clothed youth had already walked around Lin Fan, his whole body turned into a black mist, and he rushed towards Lin Fan, who could barely hold on, and faintly fell into a coma.
In fact, Lin Fan was also preventing the other party from bullying the other.
So Lin Fan's side looked like five people, but in fact only four people entered the battle.
This is why when Lin Fan was on the road, he tried to find a way to use two pieces of white paper with "Grip" and "Grass" written on them, and borrowed the rules to kill a black-clothed boy, so that Zhao Yaxin and his party changed from a team of five to a team of four. .
But before, in order to arrange the backhand who "uses the rules to make fire like a dragon", Lin Fan secretly arranged for Zhang Xiaoying to leave the team to play wooden cards. At this time, Lin Fan was missing one person.
This made the black-clothed youth meet Bai Zhaoyun, who was unwilling to shoot.
For a while, the black-clothed youth was about to avoid Bai Zhaoyun, pulling Lin Fan into a boundless dream and accepting purgatory-like torture.
Nightmare is the most terrifying kind of demon.
Can manipulate dreams and torture all opponents.
Although it appears to have suffered any injuries in the dream, it is not life-threatening.
But the gods who were pulled into the dream by the nightmare, after leaving the dream, almost all became mentally ill, and some even died directly in the terrifying dream.
And this black-clothed boy was going to take advantage of Lin Fan's suppression and pull him into a boundless dream!
But in the next moment.
His figure suddenly stopped.
A pair of eyes instantly widened, and they stared at the man who appeared in front of him!
The young boy in Baiyi held a sword, and looked at him indifferently through the mask with a pair of cold eyes.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the boy in black.
The sword is buzzing.
"I said so." Bai Zhaoyun looked at the black-clothed boy who was enough to kill him ten or eight times in front of him, and said in a low voice, "If someone wants to bully my junior brother with more beatings and less."
"Then don't blame me for making the move."
a time.
The black-clothed boy's face changed suddenly!
In Bai Zhaoyun's eyes, he seemed to see the continuous stars, and the terrifying sword energy was condensed behind Bai Zhaoyun, and the sword was boundless!
The power of the first sword god, unfolded with a bang!
"Fuck him, be sure to frighten him!"
Bai Zhaoyun's eyes were silent, but in fact, his heart was also panicked.
but.
Facing the unparalleled sword qi, the black-clothed boy just hesitated for a moment, and then walked up directly!
Bai Zhaoyun was stunned!
This guy is not afraid of himself?
Is he a tough guy?
In fact, the boy in black was so frightened that his legs were shaking.
He also didn't want to go forward, but Zhao Yaxin ordered him through the contract to let him take action on Bai Zhaoyun to see if he could destroy Bai Zhaoyun, the first sword **** with unparalleled combat power, in the dream.
As for Zhao Yaxin, who has mastered his soul contract, if the black-clothed boy dares to violate the order, Zhao Yaxin can wipe him out with a single thought!
so.
Rather than being destroyed by Zhao Yaxin's soul, it is better to give it a try!
This Bai Zhaoyun is unparalleled in combat power~www.mtlnovel.com~ Yes, the test of the dream is not the combat power of one person!
And in fact.
Zhao Yaxin thinks too much...
Zhao Yaxin mainly felt that Bai Zhaoyun's sword intent was unparalleled, and it was impossible to defeat him in force, so he wanted to try to destroy his will in a dream.
In fact, if you really want to kill Bai Zhaoyun, you don't need to pull him into a dream at all.
Just being a black-clothed boy can knock the first sword **** to the ground... It can only be said that Bai Zhaoyun's acting skills are so strong that no one dares to fight him head-on.
"I'll fight with you!" The black-clothed boy roared and rushed towards Bai Zhaoyun.
Bai Zhaoyun's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to back away.
But in the end it still stood there.
"come!"
Bai Zhaoyun stabbed a sword fiercely!
The sword qi surged, like a galactic sea.
This sword.
It looks powerful, but it is actually weak.
But beyond Bai Zhaoyun's expectations, he directly pierced the chest of the black-clothed boy!
It even smashed the boy's body directly, stabbing it into a black mist!
"So I'm so fierce?"
Bai Zhaoyun's face was happy.
I really didn't expect that my swordsmanship was really so powerful.
If I knew this earlier, then I was afraid of the fart!
But the next moment.
Bai Zhaoyun's face changed suddenly!
I saw that instead of dispersing, the black fog passed through his blade and rushed towards the door!
"wrong!"
"This is……"
Bai Zhaoyun exclaimed halfway in his heart, the whole person's mind was in a trance for a moment, and his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness.
He still looked like he was standing with a sword, but his eyes were closed under the clown mask, and he stood there motionless.
This is the means of nightmares.
into a dream.
Chapter end
Report
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|