My Heroic Life

Perhaps Yin Lan deliberately induced that the location of the battlefield is getting farther and farther away from here, almost becoming two diagonals. At least as a spectator stand, this is the safest place in Camelone.

The Magician of Flower looked up at the battlefield in the distance. In the center of the ruins, the two sides had already launched the final fierce battle.

Futikeng, who was forced to the end of the road, was completely in madness now. Only the enemy holding two swords was in his eyes at this time. He called for the power of the island and stood up to the powerful restrictions to bring all that Britain could mobilize at this time. Mysterious blessing to oneself.

The turbulent magic power was injected into his body, Votigeng's huge body made a creaking muffled sound, his body shape became bigger as his muscles swelled, and his fangs and claws attached a layer of magical light, his dragon pupil Bloodshot, all energy is concentrated on this moment of confrontation.

In contrast, the young man with long black hair was indifferent, and his emotions could not be seen from his expression. Only the golden pupils released the boundless killing intent and cold.

The two swords he held in his hand formed a golden trajectory between running, and the crystal of reason trembled. Within these two minutes, he turned on the maximum output and bloomed with supreme power.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the first attacker is to attack Vudigung who is farther away.

"go to hell!"

The Devil Dragon gritted his teeth and cursed, his four claws gripped the ground, the muscles of his whole body tightened when he exerted his force, and the pillar-like tail flung out horizontally between his twisted waist.

This is a full blow of Fu Tigeng after his body has been fully strengthened. The filthy magic power covers his huge dragon tail, and the fierce scales stand densely like a mountain of knives. In the sound of breaking the air, the dragon tail splits the atmosphere and plows the ruins, carrying The momentum of a one-stroke killer approached the youth in Mercedes-Benz.

Yin Lan bent his knees and took off. He intended to turn over against the swept dragon's tail. Seeing this, Fu Tigeng's eyes brightened, and he gritted his teeth and instantly activated all the magic power in the dragon's tail.

In the explosion of magical power, thousands of scales turned into life-threatening sharp blades, and the jetted air wave carried countless swords and shadows. The magic dragon fought the dragon's tail and sent a deadly blow to strangle the young man in the air.

At the moment of life and death, Yin Lan's golden robes and the double swords in her hands shine at the same time, the impact of the magic power is offset by the golden robes, and the double swords in her hands become an extension of his soul, deducing the ultimate and dreamlike skills of martial arts. .

In the young man’s spiritual world, everything in front of him returned to the familiar moment of stillness. Everything was dead at this moment, and the infinite blades in front of him became clear. He counted the order of the flying scales one by one. Indifferently waving the light in his hands.

A miracle that mortals could not understand has since been staged. In front of the many heroic spirits watching the battle and the British soldiers watching the battle, the young man waved his sword like electricity. The dancing blade was both a line and a face. The scales of the close body collided one by one as if they were negotiated. Above, Yin Lan flew past the attack range of the dragon's tail with the clanging sound of ding-dangling noises, without any injuries.

He fell, his toes lightly touched the ground, and his body was as light as a swallow rushing towards the direction of the magic dragon, and Fu Tigeng had already turned around, he stretched out his dragon claws to confront the oncoming enemy.

The sharp claw has become a turbid golden color under the full strength of the magic dragon. It tore the surrounding air forward. Its strength is indescribable even if the mountain collapses and the ground cracks. The young man faced the magic dragon's full blow on the face. Without wavering, he indifferently raised the blade in his hand.

Then, spiral eyes appeared in the dark sky. It was the tide of the ether. The endless magic power in the atmosphere was swallowed by him. The magic element of a hundred li radius turned into the light blade of the slaughter demon king. In the light, shining The blade began to extend outward.

"boom!"

It was the confrontation between the two, the movement of the earth and the inclination of the mountain. The claws containing the mighty power of Britain were erected by the extended sword of light. The forces of the sky and the earth collided, and the whole Camelot shook violently. Everything on the ground was blown to the sky, and then suspended in the air in the aftermath of the two magical powers.

The immortal wall of the chalk city built by the elves and humans wailed in waves, and the terrifying cracks spread from where the two met. Whether it is the heroic apostle in the city or the ghosts and monsters outside the city, they can only evade in panic.

"Roar--!"

The deafening roar of the magic dragon spread across the battlefield, and the erected sharp claws and blue veins bulged out again, and all the suspended objects in the nearby air burst and shattered, and the youth under the claws frowned slightly.

Then under the golden robe, his radiant flesh tightened, his muscles began to swell, and the golden magical circuit pulsed along his soul, speeding up the conduction system far beyond the flesh, only to support the supremacy that the person gave. power.

"Get up!"

He roared loudly, accompanied by the provoked sword edge, the vast magical power used as fuel, and the ultimate power blow lifted the claws of the magic dragon, and his remaining strength went straight to the sky to pierce the sky.

"cut!"

The overturned great sword of light drew a circle, breaking the defense of the sharp claws, the claws of the magic dragon were exposed in front of the eyes, Yin Lan's double swords interacted with each other, and the sword body climbed up according to the trajectory of light. Down the swollen dragon arm.

The black blood filled the sky, the devil dragon wailed, and the dragon claws fell on the ground and made a loud noise. Yin Lan, whose obstacle disappeared in front of him, was like electricity, soaring up in an instant. His body was swept across the air, facing the sky, with his back facing the devil. Long.

At this moment, the youth's golden pupils reflected the dark sky and a corner of light, and his eyes seemed to look down on sentient beings through this vast world.

In the distant London, countless people on the square prayed for the British soldiers, countless flags of ships floated along the coast, elderly people gave up their hope of life and stayed alone at home, and children who had left their homes cried and wailed in their parents' hands.

In the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain outside Camelot, the surviving warriors with tears in their eyes closed their eyes for the dead friend and then charged again. The one-armed veteran staggered forward, gritted his teeth and swung his sword, and the young knight of the round table raised his heavy shield. The armor on his body was full of pits.

In the chalk city, the knight of the lake was weak, the knight of the sun was seriously injured, and behind the magician of the flower, the girl who never gave up was pale, and the blood dripped on the armor and shattered into flowers, beautiful and sentimental.

The various states of the world and all living beings are all introduced into the heart from the eyes of human principles. Since then, the expression of no joy and no sorrow has fluctuated. The young man opened his mouth, his eyes filled with anger, and the crystal of power burned and boiled in pain. The killing intent broke out only at this moment.

"It's time to pay the debt, Vudigen."

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PY "The Crow"

Introduction: The novel is also known as "The Journey Starting from Tomorrow's Ark"

The days of being with the thieves in the slums, the experience of being a bodyguard in the Shihuaiya family, talking and doing tasks in the Black Steel International...

In the future, there will be many, many things that have not been discovered and people who have not met, waiting for the crow.

System flow (low presence)

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Anger, this is the feeling that the cursed man has not touched for more than ten years. Even after regaining his feelings, Yin Lan rarely gets angry and always looks like a good person.

But now, he could feel the boiling anger in his heart rushing to his brain, and the endless anger burned his brain. It was not only Yin Lan's own anger, but also the tremor of human reason and the wailing of sentient beings.

Votigeng, just because of your ambition, how many lives have been ruined, and how can humanity be indifferent to this wild and mysterious feast?

"It's time to pay the debt, Vudigen."

The man whispered, the etheric ocean rolled up the rapids and roared, the magic elves cheered and sang like a song, the power of humanity radiated through the thin body, and the power for protection was poured into the double swords, and the man had no more Blade, but starlight.

It is neither a sword nor a fist. It is the cohesion of reason and the sublimation of concepts. Under the brilliance, the tyranny of the humble king is scattered, and the counterattack of human beings is better than divine punishment.

Then, the man fell on the back of the dragon, and he raised the light in his hand and hit the bones of the dragon's left forearm with a punch.

"This time, it is for the sake of others."

The light burst and engulfed the storm, the magic dragon let out a painful scream, and the white dragon's left forearm was paralyzed on the ground amidst the muffled sound and the cracking of flesh and blood.

The man on the dragon's back was indifferent to the tragedy of the dragon, his body jumped to the other side, and again raised his fist against the dragon's right arm.

"This time, it's for Britain."

"boom!"

"Roar--!"

The joint of his right arm exploded with the dragon roar, and the man moved again.

"This is for the innocent people."

"This is the heroic soul of sacrifice!"