Dark Blood Age

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Nor did Vosi expect that he would see Chu Yunsheng's shadow here, at the moment of life and death, thinking that he was delusional before death.

He thought he was dying, and the original race of the ship that hosted them was unusually strong, almost exhausted everything in the ship, and fought stubbornly to the point where it was finally "exhausted”.

As an inmate, one of the left-handed allies, Voshi's people were almost dead and wounded, and there were no more siblings around him, and he was ready to die. It was only a miracle that he could survive at this point, so he intended to end up with the fierce creatures of his enemies, and to do his last thing to be urgently sent to the last seed of the Dark Ship, whether or not they could successfully break through.

With the thought of necessarily dying, he and a warrior of the original life of this ship rushed up from two angles at the same time, but suddenly Chu Yunsheng appeared in front of him, thinly sliced paper floating in the bloody air, like a two-dimensional plane debris world, “gliding” in a three-dimensional world.

Fake, must be fake!

Hallucinations, must be the enemy's hallucination!

The warship next to him, the original race warrior, had already killed Red Eye, why didn't he taste it? Watching the people die before themselves, watching the enemies slaughter wildly, watching hope be completely destroyed and collapsed, there is no other idea but to die wildly in battle.

“I am Chu...”

He tranced to hear Chu Yunsheng make a slight fluctuation before turning into a "picture”, but he didn't hesitate to hit him hard, with a mockery on the corner of his mouth before dying:

“Still trying to lie to me? Go to hell! ”

He bravely rushed up, with the conviction of death, with the thought of walking to the end of his life, with the decision of the same fate... but passed directly from the scene, not with “Chu Yunsheng”.

He penetrated from the image, the instant there was some despair, there was also some silence, the wounded body approached forward inertially, he closed his eyes, unfortunately there was no weapon in his hand, all the energy resources had long been exhausted, otherwise, maybe...

No, maybe, just the heaviness of the impact.

He crashed into the warship's original ethnic warrior who came with him from another angle, crashing into the only energy weapon in the warrior's hand, looking at the weapon that might have killed “Chu Yunsheng” flipped in the sky, flying to the corner, and Voshi had no choice but to strangle himself.

He regretted, even blamed himself, but time flew away. At the moment he turned around trying to catch the "picture”, "Chu Yunsheng” had slipped inside his front, which was round.

It's just a tiny little thing happening on all the fierce, rounded spherical fronts.

If you pull the angle away, in Voshi's temporal rating, which wants to drag “Chu Yunsheng," you can see that on the battlefield, people are dying, people are flushing, people are flying, people are falling, exploding, tearing, airflow, chaos… all kinds of racial life, all kinds of deaths, all kinds of slaughter, form a three-dimensional map of purgatory, like a star-burning surface.

Time here seems to have been rated a bit, then returned to normal, continued to pass quickly, the fallen fell, took off, explosion continued to explode, tear continued to tear, burn continued.

Vosi suddenly disappeared from his sight when he saw "Chu Yunsheng”!

He thought he must have been blind, his visual system destroyed, or, more likely, he was dying, not from the image of Chu Yunsheng, but from himself.

Time was tremendously moving forward. He had not yet been able to separate himself from the warship's former ethnic life warrior from the state of collision. In the silent eyes, he saw a dark energy line dancing. In the void, where Chu Yunsheng's image disappeared, the flight passed away, wrapping flashes!

Then, Voshi flew up, and the warship's original race was much more powerful than he was, and the thrust of time seemed like a grid-changing world image, and he was finally “pushed away” from the state of collision by time, toward the tilted sky, and the fragments of the warship flew around him with fire.

Without the pain of death, he felt his soul flying out of his body, into an unknown world, out of a world where war was boiling.

His gaze is getting higher and bigger and bigger, and the tearing under him is still incomparable.

Suddenly, he saw the other side of the fragmented civil battlefield, with a dark energy line, in the void, wrapped around, converging currents, such as rainbows, unstoppable.

And then he saw another one, and then another one, like a spark of stars, spreading out of that spot beneath him, lit up little by little along the circle of the sphere.

A left-handed life about to die, staring blindly at the dark entangled energy line in front of itself, a pivot forced into despair, the same dark entangled energy line above its head, a ship in a front-line explosion, the dark energy line appearing in front of it.

In front of the battle for blood, Mai Mai, Lord of the Haitian Palace... Golden Koyuen Gate in the Jedi of Death, Zhuor in constant battle and death, Andrew Fleet in all sides of Chuge... Earthlings, Cold Stars, Left Spin Life, Zhuor People, including even Akhil killed with the Blue Sword, and many, infinite strange lives, on every crucial point on the front, a dark energy line lit up and lit up...

Vosh couldn't see it, he hit the wall again, and in the lost gravity battleship system, he and countless pieces were typically bounced back and landed on the ground.

An eccentric creature of an extremely fierce enemy, with only one giant mouth, passing through him, tearing open the darkness almost to the source gate level, rushing towards the darkness of the line beneath him.

Even so, the enemy seemed not to be enough, and immediately after that, he had not yet landed on the ground, and hundreds of shadows rushed past him towards the Dark Line.

At this point, he finally realized what, the desperate grey eyes finally glowed back into the light.

In thin air, he seemed to see those lines wrapped around him, in the void, a dark shadow appearing, holding the cold black sword, the fiery fire energy burning beautifully on the blade.

He heard millions of voices in a trance in the blink of an eye, coldly:

“Feng Jian! ”

Thousands of sonic echoes:

“Heh!”

An ice-cold sword, flashing black rays of light, erected on tens of thousands of spherical spots and slaughtered a slice.

The enemy's weapon-like creatures rush into the shadows of tens of thousands of swords, within a short distance of each other.

“Chop!” “Chop!” “Chop!” “Chop!” “Chop!” “Chop!” … “chopped! ”

Voci heard a succession of wars, and the sounds of millions converged:

“Chop!”

A blazing blade of fire-fired energy burned down almost simultaneously.

In the moment, the pure fire energy, like time, formed a grid gradually lengthening sword shadow, in spiral form, unfolded sequentially, together longer and higher, and by the time it was turned, the entire sphere of battle, as if it projected thousands of lights.

Fire yuan, from the battlefield combustion, splits the sphere surface in darkness into countless lava-like trenches, like a primitive planet in land-building motion, and then the light comes out, coming out of a piece of the sphere beneath the surface, like a planet about to explode, is exploding.

Together, thousands of ways, the fire element impinges on the battlefield debris dust and excites the red light, rising together from the sphere, chopping it off!

The giant mouth in front instantly vaporizes into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, a black sword rolled over to the end, and the flaming flames on the blade blade were erected upright on the sphere's battlefield, resuming the magnificent shooting!

In the blink of an eye, the sphere is like a star, tearing the ground apart, cutting open the darkness and bursting violently.

Countless people, countless lives lost sight in that instant, a white light.

In a brief and long time of invisibility of anything, many people seem to hear a cold voice: "… kill! ”

They hear, they understand, they don't know what it means.

The enemy's creatures were instantly slaughtered, and the ripple space seemed to have been washed down by a massive flood.

White Mans gradually retreated, and Volshi's whole body drifted to the battleship's ground with grievous wounds, and a tall shadow of darkness came before him.

He tried to open his eyes and want to see clearly.

In pale white light, he could only see one outline, and the pair looking down at him, the ice cooling familiar eyes.

He seemed to see it as if it was going to pull him up, but he knew he was going to fail, had no power at all, could not even see clearly.

He smiled tragically: "You liar...”

Then he closed his eyes with tears, and in trance, he saw a fluctuating symbol, but he was losing consciousness.

At the same time, a voice sounds from every corner of the ball field -

“Mr. Chu! ”

“Incendiary! ”

“Lord Foreclosure! ”

“Divine Deposit! ”

……

“95827!? ”

But in front of them, a dark, icy shadow of the sword dissipated quickly.

Some surprised ecstatic, others surprised worried, others surprised nervous.

The master of the Haitian palace, badly injured by the stabbing, looked almost invisible to the human figure, and there was a dying breath, seemed to be waiting for them to say something, but no one spoke.

Andrew looked nervously at the dark shadow that was disappearing in front of him, and there was a strong sense of frustration in his heart. This man, not Noriko, not a man of destiny, but only one sword, no, a thousand swords, cut himself back from the mighty enemies that he had never seen before.

He glanced at Asher, who stood not far away with a sword, or was he that cold, wondering what was on her mind?

And the ZOLs in the small cube, there seemed to be a little disagreement, and some ZOLs were facing the dark shadow of disappearing, performing the ZOLs' military ceremony.

Gao Dayuan Gate Tired down beside the Golden Koyuan Gate, silently looking at the black shadow, behind it, all the source doors, except the dead, have reached the limit, no one can move anymore.

The black shadow finally disappeared, just as the enemy monsters disappeared, seemingly non-existent, and then all the surviving battleships in the spherical front, as well as the spacecraft, heard a strong voice that seemed to never give up:

“The enemy has only been temporarily repelled and the war has just begun! ”

“I need resources! ”

“I need energy! ”

“I need…”

“We only have one chance to fight back! ”

“I command! ”

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