blood sacrifice

"Let's not talk about whether to change it or not, even if I really want to change it, I can't find someone," Mozun pretended to be embarrassed, "I do have such an angel here, but it's not the seven angels melting night, It's your Lord God of War, Six Angels Xiao."

The whispered word by word contained the shock of magic power, so that everyone present could hear clearly.

As soon as this remark came out, the Protoss immediately exploded. The rumors that had not subsided for many days, the restlessness that the archangels had worked so hard to calm down broke out again, and the voices of doubt continued. Standing on the body of the sixth person and the sixth angel Xiao.

Xiaomu remained silent, his amethyst-like pupils were sparkling, and he stared obsessively at the majestic and majestic man in mid-air, his disdainful eyes, his calm demeanor, and his haughty and disdainful tone all made him intoxicated fascinated.

This is the man he loves, and also the man who loves him. He keeps saying that Xiao is his name!

If it hadn't been for Rong Ye's plan to snatch it, he should be with him at this moment, not that liar, despicable and shameless thief—the seventh archangel, Rong Ye!

"Master Mozun may not know that the six angels and the seven angels are identical twin brothers. They look very similar, and it is common for them to be mistaken," Crowe said indifferently, "just Even brothers like us who have been facing each other day and night can't tell them apart every time."

"Really." Demon Venerable was also unmoved.

Suddenly, swinging the swords towards each other, the sword has already stabbed at the sixth archangel Xiao who is now recognized as the God of War.

The long sword surrounded by countless exploding magic particles roared past, and was separated by a sudden sword at the moment it was about to pierce the throat.

Mozun did not seem surprised, glanced at Xiao who had no reaction at all and was still in a daze, and looked at Crowe who was holding a sword to the side with a half-smile: "Although I didn't use all my strength, how dare you bother the Archangel?" Block this sword, but you can't see what the six angels are doing?"

"You are not worthy to fight him." Crowe said calmly.

But Mozun smiled instead of anger: "Is it because I am not worthy...or he just can't!"

Suddenly the conversation changed, Youlan's eyes lit up, and he looked directly at Xiao with disdain and contempt, as if seeing something dirty and unsightly.

He increased the strength in his hand, and spun the long sword sharply. Although Crowe blocked part of the attack with quick eyes and quick hands, it was still not the case. A long and thin red mark slid from the jaw to the ear.

Seeing this, Mozun pretended to be surprised: "Ah, I thought that such a simple sword technique has already been dispelled by so much strength, and you can at least avoid it. Sure enough, a fake is still a fake. It's just an out-and-out counterfeit!"

The fourth archangel Jie Lie, who had been watching quietly for a long time, suddenly drew his sword and swiped between the two of them.

The two people who were glued to each other immediately took advantage of the situation to separate. Looking at the Demon Lord retreating in mid-air, Yafei, Jesse, and Yinyue drew their swords one after another, and then no one spread their wings at the same time, and jumped up to attack the Demon Lord.

Seeing this battle, Mozun still didn't change his face, but the faint red light in his blue eyes became more and more excited and eager to try, and he rushed to the six people who were trying to follow up and ordered: "Back off!"

This is a contest for the strong. For the power of the Demon Lord, no one in the Demon Realm has the right to doubt it. They believe in power and admire power. Those who stand at the top of the Demon Realm are their belief in power and the pursuit of power.

According to the words, the six people who fell back to the ground were vigilant about the movement of the divine army, while looking up at the seven people who were fighting in the sky, without the slightest worry, but with admiration and yearning for the seven people who possess such power.

A dark blue armor battle suit is particularly eye-catching among the five angels in plain silver uniforms.

Mozun's face was calm and calm, the corners of his lips were always covered with provocation and disdain, and he didn't draw his sword or defend when he saw the five people rushing towards him.

It wasn't until he was a little closer that the magic power in his body was stirred up suddenly by luck, and the powerful magic particles stirred up circles of magic ripples in the air.

The five of them couldn't help but were forced to retreat one after another. Their cultivation bases were a little shallow, and the few who were too close couldn't help being shocked, and their blood rolled, and the bright red slid down the corners of their lips.

There were bursts of hissing as the swords collided, and all kinds of magic spells exploded in the air, bursting out colorful circles of light and scattered in all directions.

"It's up to you?" Mozun sneered, and quickly kicked sideways at the fifth archangel Yinyue who just wanted to attack from behind.

Yinyue, who had no time to defend, was able to bear the blow, and her body, which had been injured a lot due to the shock just now, was kicked far away. The third archangel Jesse teleported in time to catch his body.

After a pause, there was a surge of energy and blood, a sharp pain in the chest, and the throat seemed to be split, "Pfft!", a fishy and sweet gushing out.

"Silver Moon!" the third archangel Jesse exclaimed.

"Leave me alone!" Yinyue violently pushed Jesse away, "Go and help Big Brother and the others!"

But after a while, the situation between the two sides became clear. I don't know if it was because of the disparity in strength, or because the Demon Lord was too serious.

Crowe, Yafei, and Jielie were all panting heavily, sweating slightly on their foreheads, and their faces all turned a little pale.

But Mozun, surrounded by the three of them, did not blush, did not rush, did not change his expression, and looked at the three of them in a calm and complacent manner.

"You might as well ask your Lord God of War to come out and fight me. Maybe I still have the qualifications. If he is really lucky, he can win me, so that the demons will bow their heads to the gods in the future, and the people of the demons will also There will be no reluctance."

Mozun sneered, looked down at Xiao who had been watching silently in front of the Protoss army from beginning to end, and kindly suggested.

Others may not know the reason why the demons are so persistent in wanting to fight Xiao, but all five of them know that if they fight, Xiao will undoubtedly die. The Protoss will fall apart in an instant!

Desperately swarming up, the five tried to stop the demon king at any cost. Even so, the difference in strength still made them slightly disadvantaged, and they were forced to retreat steadily.

Suddenly, a water-colored figure flew over the black demon army from a distance behind, and came to the place where the six people were anxious. place.

The unavoidable fatal blow was less fierce because of the weakness of the sword-wielder, and the sword glow that was no longer fierce was not fearful because of the momentary hesitation of the sword-wielder.

The Mozun seemed to have eyes behind his back. In a critical moment, he waved his sleeves to block the simultaneous attack of the five people. Although there were small scratches, the violent shock made the five people back again and again.

Yinyue, who was already reluctant at first, fell to the ground even more overwhelmed and physically exhausted at this time, raising dust all over the ground, and spurting blood from her mouth.

The man who was free didn't bother to look at the embarrassed five people any more, and sneered, playing with his ice-blue long sword like a spirit snake.

The shape of his body changed abruptly, he turned around and swung his sword, his movements were smooth and perfect, and he stabbed at the person coming in one breath.

The sharpness is full, the domineering is full, and the sword is fierce.

Ice blue and silver white are both pointing at each other with sharp spiritual power, looking back and raising their heads, they are doomed to the reality that was wasted in the past and present behind the illusion.

Blue eyes and blue eyes, one is red-eyed, but the other is surprisingly calm.

The fleeting moment seems to have become an eternity that cannot be wiped away. The reincarnation of the prosperous age is inevitable, and there is no escape...

Her green eyes were slightly curved, but there was a faint smile!

When the sword tip that was shining with silver light was about to touch the dark blue military uniform, the sword turned sharply, and his already weak body couldn't withstand the backlash from the blow with all his strength, so he lost his position and made a wrong sword move, but He stubbornly withdrew this Ruhong sword.

The shaky figure opened wide, and at the same time, the ice blue sharp edge pierced through the defenseless chest without hesitation!

The muffled sound of broken flesh and broken bones echoed in the silent evening.

Lowering his head and raising his barely controllable arm, Rong Ye seemed to be just a child who didn't understand the world, his green eyes blinked ignorantly, his fingers subconsciously stroked the sword light that pierced through him at that moment, and his fingers touched the edge of the sword body. There was a slight tremor, and then it was stained with a little bit of bright red.

This sword is really cold, just like his people, they will never be able to see clearly...

Large swaths of red instantly smudged, dyed the water-colored gown red, warmed the cold long sword, drop by drop from the clouds, submerged in the dust...

Looking at the bright red dots on the fingertips, Rong Ye was puzzled.

It turns out that this is blood, the blood of my own heart...

So warm, yet so cold so quickly...

Since he was born, he has survived all battles and has not even suffered any pain, but he did not expect to accumulate and explode together at this moment...

The strength gradually began to drain, but it could be maintained by the sword in the chest.

Isn't it painful for anyone who is injured?Isn't it said that the suffocation of death is very painful?But why can I be so numb...

Time seemed to stand still in an instant, there was no noise, no shouting, no cheering, no matter the gods or demons, at this moment, they just raised their heads in a daze, looking at the moment when the sky would eventually be covered with dust.

One blue and one white, looking at each other, the only intersection is the sharp blade connecting each other.

The gap of a sword is, after all, a chasm that cannot be brought closer even if you spend thousands of years...

Looking up, looking at the handsome face who was so close but never felt so far away, Rong Ye became more and more confused.

Why are you flustered, why are you sad, why are you grieving, that Youlan is not suitable at all...

The strength disappeared rapidly, it became difficult to even move the fingertips, and the breathing began to be heavy and long, Rong Ye knew that his time was coming...