The Wonderful Journey of the Lord of the Rings

You can search "The Knights of the Ring's Wonderful Journey Search Novel (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Unsurprisingly, the Sun Wheel hit the neck of Yiwozao.

But an unexpected scene happened.

It seems to have hit steel. No, it's harder than steel. The average steel Kyoukari can even cut it off directly. But now, the sunken knife suddenly stops, just not getting into the neck of the yoke seat. The tight muscles are completely suppressed.

"Asshole, is it too hard?"

Gritting his teeth, Xingsari wanted to continue to use force to cut off the head of Yiwozao.

But this short moment also gave Yiwozao the power to fight back.

No, it should not be a counterattack, but a retreat.

Destroy Kill, Final Form, Green Silver Chaotic Afterglow!

Hundreds of missiles exploded in the surroundings centered on the Yiwo seat, with extremely fast speed and great power.

Subconsciously, Ankara mobilized all his senses to avoid it.

Puff--!

Papa!

Two different sounds, the sound of flesh tearing and the sound of steel breaking off at the same time.

Ankara and Ralf were forced to step back a few steps by Yiwoza's counterattack.

When the two were attracted to the attention, Yiwoza with the determination of the strong man to break his wrist, abruptly tore his own arm to get rid of Ralph's attack, and then interrupted the Sunwheel Knife in one piece, with the blade still remaining. In the neck.Even so, he couldn't take care of it for long, and the whole person withdrew back and distanced himself.

At this moment, his appearance is not good, his right hand was cut off from his shoulder, and a knife was pierced straight into his neck. If it were not for the battle just now, his whole body had been burned by flames and blood was splashing. It turned into nothingness in an instant, and Ankara's blood might be splashed on by Hora, which was not a good result.

"Damn it, you can't cut it like this."

Seeing that there was only a quarter of the Sunwheel in his hand, Ankara was a little regretful.

However, his regret did not last long.

A brand-new Sun Wheel appeared in front of him.

"Ok?"

When I looked up, I saw a pair of ruby-like pupils.

"We are running out of time. We must solve him within a minute. Can we do it? Ankara."

"of course!"

Ankara smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to grasp Ralph's Sunwheel.

The breath of inflammation started again.

"You can't be splashed on your body by his blood, you must always maintain the maximum output, use this."

A blue magical fire was burning on the Fanglang sword. Looking at the green flame, Anking Karang suddenly understood what Ralf meant.

The Sunwheel Knife stretched out, and the flames flowed along the blade on the Sunwheel Knife.

With every sword and sword, at this moment, they are covered by the flames of this demon-breaking.

"Use the breath of inflammation to control it."

"understand!"

The two adjusted their breathing at the same time, and the maximum output will be used soon.

Puff--!

Yiwoza forcefully pulled out the blade from his neck, his blue eyes fixed on the two in front of him.

Under his perception, the grudge between the two seemed to resonate at this moment.

He knew that if he couldn't take this blow, he would die.

Thinking of this, Yiwoza squatted down, and his right hand, which had just recovered, reached forward.

The huge technique appeared again, but this time, it was not the blue before, but the crimson that looked like blood.

He pinned all his power on this blow.

The Breath of Flame, the Type of Nine-Purgatory!

The golden knight and the red ghost hunter used the same trick.

Two meteors, like swift lightning, intertwined, and the two cyan rays of light merged into a larger fire dragon.

No one can describe what happened to that blow, even if it compares with the epic battle in the myth.

Destruction and destruction style!

Facing this blow, Yiwozuo's spirit and energy reached its peak.113 novel www.113xs.com

There was no other movement, just a punch.

This punch condensed all his strength, this punch, unsuccessful, benevolent.

However, when he attacked, he suddenly discovered something that dreaded him-the distant horizon and the red sunrise slowly rising.

The breath was disordered at this moment.

This is definitely a taboo on such a battlefield.

But by the time he reacted, it was too late.

The fire dragon proved that it had defeated his strength, and two swords entwined with cyan flames came to him and struck him across his neck.

Whoosh——!

The line of sight is falling with gravity.

A familiar and somewhat unfamiliar back figure appeared in Yiwozao's sight.

That is his body.

"Am I dead..."

Such a thought flashed through Yiwoza's mind.

There is no doubt that this is true.

Being chopped off by the Sunwheel Knife and Fanglang Sword at the same time, it was impossible to live on whether it was Hora or a ghost.

"Damn it, if I can be stronger, if I can be stronger, I can live, I can... Wait, why should I be stronger?"

It seemed that because of death, even the chaotic thoughts began to become clear.

Yiwozuo suddenly discovered that he had been chasing the strong, but he didn't know what the strong was for.

What is going on?

When fighting with that monster, it seemed that someone had called my name.

who is it?

Yes····

The memory buried deep in the soul seemed to be awakened.

The girl who was sick and weak but still as gentle as a snowflake, with a snowflake-like hairpin, a pink kimono, and the fireworks she had seen together.

There is also the old man who beat himself to death, knowing he is a sinner but let himself take care of her daughter.

"I have cleaned up you as a sinner, no problem!"

He finally understood that he has been getting stronger and destroying all the time, but what he really wants to destroy is that he failed to keep his promise to his father and lover, and stained the master's most important guardian with blood The non-killing Suliu fist.

"····Love Snow·····"

In the hollow darkness, Yiwozao whispered the name.

There would be no response.

but--

"Welcome back, husband."

The familiar figure appeared in front of him, and his hands gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

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The golden armor was lifted, and Ralph breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the pit seat slowly turning to ashes in the sun.

This battle is finally over.

Turning his head and looking over, Ankara also showed the same expression.

A confident smile returned to his face again.

The news of the defeat of the third episode spread throughout the ghost killing team a few days later.

An unprecedented victory, and no teammates died yet, all the ghost killers fell into joy.

But in this atmosphere, Ralph came to the pier going to sea alone.

He didn't alarm anyone. Although this matter was not related to him, the familiar history still flashed in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he embarked on the ferry across the sea.

In his hand, is the ticket to the big country on the other side of the sea.

ps: The Blade of Ghost Slayer is over for the time being, and the new journey is about to begin. My feelings for Yiwoza are very complicated. I believe that anyone who has read the original works is almost the same. Teacher Crocodile’s emotional description is very good.

The next volume is the pitch black bullet, so why hasn't this one been signed yet?The first two books went well. Could it be the reason why I made a mistake in the classification before?