Miman's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 502
"Neven Moore! You are the only one left now!"

Qiao Sen waved his whip lightly and walked towards Nevin Moore. Akasha's whip was also a magic weapon. Although it was not as good as Doomsday's Flaming Sword, it was still a great magic weapon.

As a Shadow Demon King who has no legs but relies on his waist for taunting, Nevin Moore looked timidly at Qiao Sen who was slowly walking towards him. He had never felt so emotional before, but the guy walking towards him was really It was beyond his imagination, not only because of their strange and dangerous abilities, but also because all their attack methods were ignored by Qiao Sen. You are going to die, this is not just helplessness, it is also despair.

As the only demon still capable of fighting on the field, Nevin Moore can only fight. If he escapes, the result will not be better than being killed by Jonson, or even worse, and the Doomsday Messenger is only able to resist the attack of the dying force in his body. It's exhausting, let alone fighting.

Joson swung his whip and approached Nevin Moore step by step. He also wondered why Hell didn't send more demons to fight. If only a little bit of people were sent to fight, then Hell would have an absolute advantage, because the gate of Hell is still stable. It will become harder and harder to blow up.

"Then we can only let them come out!" Qiao Sen stopped grumbling, and the whip in his hand turned into a straight and hard state at the last flick, as if turning into a long gun, and then rushed towards Nevin Moore.

Nevin Moore's own flexibility is not enough, and his combat method does not need to move. The explosive output of Soul Shadow Pressure and Soul Dirge does not need to move at all, and even if you are close, as a demon who plays with the soul, Nai Venmore will make you understand that real pain is soul-based, and even Clark has a struggle with him.

However, he met Qiao Sen, who was still possessing the mind gem, his soul spells were blocked, and Shadow Suppression and Elegy of Soul were useless. It was a vivid demonstration of what it means to be helpless!

"Soul!" Nevin Moore mobilized all his magic power, and souls rose up from him. They were burning, howling, and resentful. These burning souls brought great power. This is Nevin Moore. His collection, which is used for fighting desperately, shows that now his burning soul flame is more vigorous, his body that was originally the color of magma has turned golden yellow, and his figure has grown a few circles.

"I'll suck your soul!" Nevin Moore growled.

"Then let's see if I can kill you!" Qiao Sen casually threw the whip in his hand at Nevin Moore, but before the whip flew, souls whipped the whip away, and then flew out of Nevin Moore. Dao souls carried his soul magic power to form a torrent of souls, strangling and killing Qiao Sen.

"Tell me, this thing is useless to me!" Qiao Sen's whole body glowed with a golden light of the soul, allowing the torrent of soul to wash over his body, and he turned into a ghost and went straight to the center of the torrent, Nevin Moore!
"What the hell are you?! Not afraid of hell, not afraid of demons, not at the mercy of the soul, not corrupted by shadows, not succumbed to the power of the doomsday, not afraid of painful wails, not bound by sharp knives, what the hell are you? !" Nevin Moore looked at Qiao Sen who was approaching him, and roared frantically.

Johnson's black left arm, which had been covered by the power of death, broke through the defenses of all the souls of Nevin Moore, inserted into his burning chest, passed through the countless imprisoned souls in Nevin Moore's body, and grabbed the one that belonged to him. Nevin Moore's own black soul.

The power of death covered Nevin Moore's black palm-sized soul. Nevin Moore also felt that his soul was dying, but he still did not give up on his own problems. Five demon lords died by his hands, human?I'm afraid it's not God pretending to be a human being!
"You! What the hell are you?" Nevin Moore asked stubbornly.

Qiao Sen looked at Nevin Moore's unwilling eyes, and replied seriously: "It's just a substitute messenger who has inherited the spirit of gold."

"Stand-in messenger? What is that..." Nevin Moore's voice is getting weaker and weaker, his body is getting smaller and smaller, his soul has disappeared, and other souls imprisoned by Nevin Moore, in Nevin Moore After Moore's death, he slowly dissipated. Qiao Sen looked at these souls who were said to have disappeared but were actually liberated, and remained silent until the last soul disappeared in front of him. The demon lord, Shadow Demon Lord Nevin Moore, died!

"Shadow Demon King, Shadow Demon dies, heartbroken every year, how can you hold the soul in your hands, where it comes from and where it goes!"

After Qiao Sen muttered a few words softly, it was a kind of farewell to these souls imprisoned by Nevin Moore, and it was also a farewell to Nevin Moore.

Qiao Sen set off again to walk towards the Doombringer, who was almost unable to move. He could no longer stand up, and beside him was the flaming sword that was dragged by the wounded body and reassembled by Doom. It fought with its master.

Qiao Sen walked in front of the Doomsday Messenger before speaking, "How did you destroy him? A weapon made of Doomsday flames and a demon core, how did you destroy him?"

Doom's voice was a little weak, and Qiao Sen also understood why he couldn't find Doom's demon core. It turned out that this knife was his demon core.

"My power of demise can destroy most things, including your knife!" Qiao Sen answered for the doomsday.

The messenger of doom lightly stroked the fragments of the flaming saber, and said somewhat disappointedly: "Well, it turns out that the doomsday is not eternal, and the doomsday will also be destroyed! What do you call the power that destroys the doomsday?"

"Eliminate..." Qiao Sen had just uttered a word from the power of death, but when he saw the appearance of the messenger of doom, he swallowed back the next three words, and then changed his name.

"The power of hope that destroys the doomsday!" Qiao Sen said solemnly.

"Hope? Hahahaha! Good name! Good name!" The Messenger of Doom laughed heartily. It was obvious that he was really happy, but Qiao Sen didn't understand why a demon would be so happy because of hope.

After the Doomsday Messenger finished laughing, he said loudly to Qiao Sen: "Then, my doubts have been resolved, let's do it!"

The Messenger of Doom stood up tremblingly, holding the hilt of the flaming saber in his hand. He is a warrior, a warrior who fought to the position of the demon lord by himself, so now he will die in the battle. This is a warrior who welcomes death , the best home!

The Doombringer stood up holding the handle of the knife. Qiao Sen didn't show any contempt or indifference. He stretched out his left hand, and the power of creation shot out, and the fragments of the flaming sword on the ground wrapped around the handle of the knife in the hand of the Doombringer.

The light dissipated, and the flaming sword appeared in the hands of the messenger of doom intact. Perhaps sensing that this was the last battle with his master, the flaming sword rose from the most dazzling flame since it was cast.

"It's the last time!" The Doomsday Messenger didn't tremble when he saw his big knife coming back, but made an attacking gesture towards Qiao Sen.

Qiao Sen also turned on the ghost form, and the power of death on his right hand rose and jumped like a black flame.

"Human, this is my last attack! Yan Blade!" With the roar of the doomsday messenger, the flames on the flaming sword gathered into a round of big sun, and then the doomsday messenger rushed to Qiao Sen, and the big sun in his hand slashed at Qiao Sen Mori neck.

Qiao Sen didn't dodge or dodge, and the right hand of Death and Rising hammered Doom's chest.

"Boom!" The sun hit Qiao Sen's neck.

"Pfft!" His right fist pierced Doom's chest.

As the sun set and the sun faded away, the body of the doomsday messenger began to collapse.

"Goodbye, Doomsday!" Qiao Sen said softly.

"Thank you, I hope!" The Doomsday Messenger said sincerely.

After finishing speaking, only a big knife fell to the ground, and the messenger of doom had disappeared!
The demon lord, DOOM, the doomsday messenger, die in battle! ! !
(End of this chapter)