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The streamer-like blade did not fall towards Serrate, but landed on the opened coffin lid in front of He Ao.

The coffin lid that was originally suspended in the air was violently stirred by the sharp sword blade, and suddenly flew out, flying towards Serrat's head like a stream of light.

The slabs of the coffin obscured the light from the sky, and the brief shadows covered Serrat's body.

Serrate raised the golden sword in his hand, jumped up, split the flying coffin board in two, and then slashed towards He Ao's position.

As early as when He Ao lifted the coffin board, he used his legs hard, and flew away from the original place with a side somersault.

boom--

The huge golden sword hit the coffin where He Ao had just stood, smashing the entire coffin into pieces.

Serrate landed on the third row of coffins, holding a golden sword, staring at He Ao,

On the thick back of the knife, there are already eight knife rings.

He Ao glanced at the big knife, then glanced at Serat's body, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just at the moment when the shadow of his coffin board covered Serrat's body, in the vision of divine consciousness, the energy circuit in Serrat's body flickered.

He Ao looked up at the brilliance above his head.

The brilliance of this dark space has no light source, looking up, there is only a little hazy brilliance, and darkness that cannot be seen.

It is as if this light was born from darkness.

In the visual field of vision, the surrounding darkness is full of distorted patterns, and occasionally one or two strange 'lights' flash through these distorted patterns.

In the space illuminated by the light, distorted patterns also exist, but they mainly constitute the platform where the two stood before, and there are very few in the space illuminated by the light.

Seeing He Ao's movements, Serrate's eyes narrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he held the thick golden sword with both hands, jumped out, and slashed at He Ao's face.

He Ao put his sword sideways on his shoulders, blocking the swinging broadsword all at once, the sharp blade of the sword suddenly pressed down the moment it collided with the broadsword, almost touching He Ao's neck.

He Ao clenched his teeth and used his arms to firmly support the big knife.

boom--

The powerful force was transmitted to the coffin under his feet, and the whole coffin was directly smashed to pieces with a bang.

He Ao's body sank.

In the endless darkness, a pale hand covered with corpse spots slowly stretched out, grabbing He Ao's ankle.

At the same time, Serrat stepped on the adjacent coffin, raised the golden sword again, changed from chopping to sweeping, and swept towards He Ao's body with a power that could easily cut He Ao into two pieces.

He Ao's already lost foot suddenly stepped on the outstretched palm in the darkness, and then leaned back with his strength, almost lying flat on his back and jumping out.

Hands stretched out from the endless darkness, as dense as seaweed, trying to grab He Ao's body.

However, the height of He Ao's body was just a little above the limit distance that these palms could extend, so He Ao's body flew along the top of these swaying palms to a coffin behind.

At this time, Serrat, who had cut the air with a sword, was tilted forward by the thick blade. A pale arm suddenly seized the opportunity, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him into the darkness.

The moment he was caught by the palm, Serrate glanced at He Ao, raised the golden sword, and swung it suddenly. Several pieces of golden crescent-shaped blades were scattered like flowers from a goddess, and slashed at He Ao who was still standing still. .

He Ao raised his sword quickly, and the sword light danced, slicing the golden saber energy flying towards him one after another.

Although the number of saber qi has increased, the single power has become smaller. It seems that Serrat hastily released it when he couldn't aim.

And when He Ao destroyed the saber aura flying towards him, other scattered saber aura shattered the nearby coffin.

Accompanied by bursts of flying fragments exploding in front of He Ao's eyes, he could only vaguely see Serrate being dragged into the darkness with one hand after another.

During that process, Serrat's energy circuit seemed to be dimming rapidly.

And as Serrate was pulled into the darkness, the entire space was also silent for a moment.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind. He raised his head and glanced at the flowing and twisted patterns and the escaping light in his spiritual vision.

Then without hesitation, he held the sword in both hands, and slashed behind him with one sword.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly burst out from the darkness and attacked his back.

The pure white knight's sword collided with the golden broadsword. The sword in He Ao's hand trembled, and bits of scattered golden light splashed out on the thick broadsword.

The coffin under He Ao's feet was shattered again, and under the strong shock, his body flew backwards, and after smashing a coffin behind him, he hit the platform, knocking out a cracked platform. of the depression.

But at this time, Serrate flew forward and struck with a knife without any hesitation, and he wanted to take advantage of the situation to get rid of He Ao.

He Ao stared at Serrate in the air, put his elbows on the ground, raised his legs, and then suddenly stretched out his legs and kicked Serrate when he was about to approach him.

Serrate, who was in the air, was kicked out, flew back, smashed a coffin on the edge of the platform, and then stopped.

And He Ao bent his feet downward at the same time, taking advantage of the momentum, a carp straightened up and stood up again.

At this moment, in the third row, He Ao just came out of the opened coffin, and carefully poked his head out to look at the red-haired woman who was fighting like a streamer, and glanced at the surroundings where the battle between He Ao and Serrate looked like a cardboard box. The coffin, which was blown apart casually, looked up at the coffin lid floating in the air beside him.

After a short thought, she reached out and slammed on the coffin lid, pushing it upwards forcefully.

The muscles in her arms swelled, her face was flushed red, but no matter what, she couldn't push the coffin lid that He Ao easily picked up by even half a fraction.

Then she hesitated, took out the black throwing knife, aimed at the coffin lid, and swiped hard.

The sharp blade slashed across what seemed to be an ordinary wooden coffin lid, leaving only a shallow mark on the coffin lid in the end.

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Realizing that she was two pounds, she retracted the throwing knife, turned her head and looked at the platform below again.

"Little Yiluo, you are very smart."

Serrat stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Ao with a smile.

"cough-"

He Ao coughed, glanced at the blood on the palm of his hand, raised the knight sword and stared at Serrate.

He was looking at Serat at the moment, but his eyes were not entirely on Serat. Instead, he used his spiritual vision to scan the surrounding dark space without leaving any trace.

The 'brilliance' that symbolizes the power of eternal light cruising in the surrounding space seems to be a little less.

This small amount is not much, and it is hidden in the densely packed distorted patterns, if He Ao hadn't concentrated his attention to observe carefully, it would be difficult to detect.

Relatively speaking, Serrate, who was slightly injured by He Ao's counterattack, seems to have fully recovered at this moment.

He Ao took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to Serrate's chest, there was a slight ups and downs, and the damage on Serrate's chest seemed to have healed more than half.

However, the ups and downs were not much better than when he entered the darkness just now, and he was far from recovering as quickly as before.

Without the radiance, although Serrat's energy circuit will be unstable, it will not completely disappear, and he will not die when he enters the darkness, but the recovery speed will be slower.

He Ao took half a step back and glanced at the cracked depression on the platform he had just knocked out. Under the hazy light, the cracks connecting to the darkness below were being 'repaired' by the rapid formation of new stone slabs. .

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind, and on his shoulder, the color of the blood-colored butterfly was already very light.

This means that Alice's power is about to run out, and his time is running out.

At this time, Serrat also raised his head and glanced at the paper butterfly on He Ao's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It seems like you don't have much power left, little Yiluo, you are very talented and smart. If you If you can follow the great eternal light, I can leave a whole body for you."

On the back of the golden sword in his hand, nine rings have been superimposed at this moment, and a thick sense of power spreads from the invisible. He lifted the golden sword slightly, and continued to stare at He Ao,

"I think you should have understood that I am 'immortal', my strength will not decay due to the passage of time and injuries, even if my body is completely shattered, it will recover quickly, you have no chance of winning. "

And He Ao just glanced at the paper butterfly on his shoulder, looked at him calmly, raised the knight's sword in his hand, "When people are killed, they will die. This church will not be without its weaknesses."

The light-colored paper butterfly seemed to understand He Ao's meaning, and the butterfly's wings slowly opened.

In the visual field of vision, the distorted patterns and streamers in the surrounding dark space began to become chaotic as if stirred by some kind of force.

And the blood color on the paper butterfly became lighter even faster.

Serrate raised his eyebrows slightly, a certain sense of crisis rose in his heart, he looked at He Ao, and clenched the golden sword in his hand.

Then the two sides started almost at the same time, and the two streamers collided in the air.

scandium--

With a crisp sound, the swords crossed each other.

The two figures passed each other and then turned around at the same time.

He Ao's knight sword was lighter and faster, he lunged forward without hesitation, stabbed out with a sword, and stabbed Serrate's chest again.

Serrat raised the golden broadsword with his backhand, with the tip of the knife pointing down, while protecting his heart, he kept He Ao's knight sword aside.

But even so, the sharp knight's sword still pierced his side of the chest.

At this moment, under the vision of the spirit vision, the 'glow' scattered in the surrounding dark space disappeared a little, and those distorted patterns became more chaotic.

Still, some areas remain stable.

Serrate paused, turned the blade over, and moved towards Hooche along the blade.

He Ao immediately drew his sword back, pinned the golden sword, and slashed towards Serrate's neck abruptly.

Although attacking the vitals can't kill Serrate, it seems to be able to cause a certain amount of damage, otherwise he wouldn't subconsciously protect the vitals.

Serrate held the knife in both hands and abruptly pinned He Ao's knight sword back, and slashed the blade towards He Ao.

The two flipped their swords over each other, pushed them towards each other, and fought several times in a very short period of time. In the end, He Ao's blade got stuck between the rings on the back of Serrate's sword, and the two of them stopped at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Serrate immediately lifted the knife and let go. The thick blade flipped around the fulcrum between the blade and the back of the knife in an instant, bypassed He Ao's knight sword, and slashed at He Ao's chest.

He Ao immediately retreated sideways to dodge, but his shoulder was still cut by the sharp blade, and blood splashed out with orange-purple brilliance.

Serrate lowered his body, caught the blade that turned around in the air, and then held the blade with both hands without any hesitation and slashed at He Ao again.

He Ao hurriedly raised the sword with one hand to block in front of him, but his arm that was cut by the thick golden sword trembled slightly. The hilt of the knight sword rubbed against the palm of his hand, grinding out bloodstains, and he almost dropped the knight sword in his hand.

Serrate's combat literacy and combat experience far surpassed Rockaway's.

At this time, Serrate had already seen the right moment, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and the back of the knife with the other. With this grip, the blade quickly retracted, changed direction, and then stretched forward with one hand holding the knife. He stepped out and raised it violently, preparing to disarm He Ao directly when He Ao's grip on the sword was unstable.

Seeing Serrate pick up the sword, He Ao did not return the sword to defend this time. If he returned the sword, he would be directly knocked away by the thick sword and the knight's sword.

So without hesitation, he raised his sword and stabbed out, a sword pierced the ring on the back of the golden sword, and stuck the tip of the sword into the ring.

Then he pulled hard and pushed the sword away. At the same time, he also shortened the distance between Serrat and him. Then he flew up and kicked Serrat in the throat.

At the same time, Serrate violently tried to separate the knight sword from the golden sword, but at this moment, He Ao kicked him in the throat.

Accompanied by a slight sound that seemed to be a broken throat, Serrat flew backwards, crashing into a coffin on the edge of the platform.

The knight sword and the golden broadsword escaped from the master's control at the same time, splashed out, and pierced into the ground not far away.

He Ao didn't go to pick up the knight's sword, but rushed directly to Serrate with a stride.

At this moment, the paper butterfly on his shoulder flapped its wings rapidly, as if some kind of underlying rules in the whole space were rioting, and the chaos of distorted patterns in the surrounding dark space became more and more obvious.

Because of Serrat's injury, some of the 'brilliance' in those distorted patterns further disappeared.

This makes the surrounding space seem to have fewer 'stabilizers', and chaos spreads further.

At the same time, some invisible 'power' also spread in the dark space, maintaining the order of this space.

And at this moment, He Ao tried to slightly 'accept' the babbling in his mind, making himself one step closer to the 'truth'.

Those twisted patterns stretched out in his 'vision' in an instant, and the three-dimensional space spread out like an unrolled scroll under He Ao's gaze like a lawn.

And among these 'tiled' patterns, a strong light flashed across his field of vision.

Food, gardens, dancing, endless beautiful 'scenes' broke into his thoughts at this moment.

found it!
He Ao immediately withdrew his consciousness, and bright red blood flowed from his eyes.

All these developments took place in a very short period of time, and He Ao also arrived in front of Serrate at this moment.

Standing up just now, Serrate seemed to have felt the 'mutation' just now, he raised his head, stared at He Ao with some shocked eyes, "Your ability is..."

He responded with a kick from He Aofei.

Serrate raised his hand across his chest, blocking He Ao's flying kick, and at the same time he raised his foot and kicked He Ao.

He Ao's body was kicked by this kick, he flew backwards, and hit another coffin not far away, smashing the coffin to pieces.

"It doesn't matter, though,"

Serrate stared at He Ao, and rushed towards He Ao, "Even if you find it, you have no ability to destroy it. I will use your corpse to set up a new 'trap'."

He Ao did not answer his words, but turned over, flipped and landed on the second row of coffins.

Serrat jumped up and punched He Ao.

And at the moment when Serrat rushed towards He Ao and fought with He Ao, the motionless man with glasses who was lying on the platform with his chest crushed turned his eyes slightly and looked at Serrat and He Ao. He Ao two people.

At this moment, both of them were seriously injured, and it seemed that they had reached the last moment.
He slowly clenched the glorious corona in his hand, moved the pointer of the corona little by little, and aligned it with the positions of the two of them.

At this moment, the red-haired woman in the third row who poked her head out of the coffin looked at the man with glasses if she felt something.

In her field of vision, the man with glasses remained motionless, as if he had indeed died.

Then she raised her eyes, as if she was going to look in He Ao's direction again.

And as her eyes moved away, the man with glasses who was noticed to be motionless started to move the corona again.

At this moment, a jet-black saber light flew towards him, and the man with glasses raised his hand suddenly, pinching the black saber light directly.

"small···"

At this time, the red-haired woman had already looked in He Ao's direction, opening her mouth to shout.

But she didn't make a sound, her throat seemed to be invaded by some kind of force, and it was blocked like melted ice cream, unable to make any sound.

But she immediately reacted, stretched out her hand, and smashed the coffin lid, trying to make a sound to attract the two people who were fighting.

The moment she raised her hand, the man with glasses had already adjusted the direction of the glorious corona.

He originally wanted to wait, but the 'discovery' of the red-haired woman made him tense up.

But he was still a little hesitant, because he didn't know if this blow was useful, maybe it could kill the child, but it might not be able to kill Serrat.

Serrat has already withstood an attack from the Radiant Corona before.

The energy of the Radiant Corona can only attack three times in total, once it broke the shield, once it attacked Serrat, and now it is the last time.

Although the red-haired woman can sound a reminder, if he moves quickly enough, he can also prevent her from making any reminder at all. The two people who have fought to the point of anxiety may not be able to notice it in a short time.

So the red-haired woman didn't threaten him to the point where it was urgent to activate the glorious corona at this moment.

But once something goes wrong with the red-haired woman, it will be a matter of time before the two of them find out that he is not dead.

His current combat power is weaker than both of them, and only one chance of the Glory Sun can help him reverse the situation.

Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the man with glasses, and he fell into a decision.

His eyes fixed on He Ao and Serrate who were already fighting together.

Next time, it will be very difficult to have this opportunity.

In the end, he made a choice.

The bright golden brilliance instantly coated the pure white corona with color.

And at this time, He Ao, who was in a close fight with Serrate, raised a smile.

He held down Serrate's straight punch, turned his body around along his arm, leaned his back against Serrate's arm, slammed his elbow, and hit Serrate's temple hard.

Blood splashed from Serrat's temples, glowing orange.

Serrat froze all over.

At this moment, He Ao and Serrate's positions have changed from facing each other to being side by side.

Brilliant golden light burst out, like a streamer, tearing apart the hazy darkness.

A huge ball that seemed to be assembled by countless arms appeared in everyone's field of vision. The radiant brilliance instantly tore apart the pale arms that were trying to stop the brilliance, tearing apart the distorted ball.

The distorted light that hit the center of the sphere.