Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

"puff……"

The crisp sound of the sword colliding, the cracking sound when the bones are broken, and the sound of blood splashing when the sharps enter the body keeps ringing.

Life is like straw, harvested mercilessly...

The tomb guard walked in, his eyes were sharp and his expression was relaxed.

For him, this battle is just a patch in the boring enlightenment of countless years.

Although he promised to help the warden family, he must carefully select his opponent...

Not far from him, Ming Wei jumped a step.

The ring in her hand wrapped around a large circle and wiped it toward the neck of a black robes.

Ming Wei's move is extremely clever, not only avoiding the sword shadow that the black robe man took out, but also swaying a trick, let the other party make a wrong judgment!

The black robe of the warden family did not know how to dodge under the panic.

"wire……"

The ring blade gently passed over the neck of the black robe, and the blood did not even stay on the ring. The black robe leaned back and fell.

Before that, the ring blade was cut into two pieces by Baishe, and Mingwei had to change a weapon.

"Ring edge? Nvwa family?"

The guardian saw the ring blade in the hands of Ming Wei, and his eyes flashed slightly.

This kind of weapon is different, and there are very few people who are good at using it. In the memory of the grave guard, only a small number of women in the female Yi are good at using such weapons.

The most famous ring-shaped blade among the female Yi people, the famous "Falling God Ring", is also very famous in the mother world.

What's more important is that the means that Mingcai Mingwei showed also attracted his attention.

"Hey!"

The guardian of the grave did not think too much, and he chose Ming Wei as his opponent, stepping on his feet and going straight to Ming Wei.

After Ming Wei solved the black robe, the pair of beautiful nephews glimpsed a little and locked the next goal. Just as she turned, a voice came.

"You can be my opponent," the grave guard stood still not far away, and smiled at Ming Wei.

Ming Wei looked at him with a slight doubt.

The people of the Warden family were wearing black robes, and even after the black robes were untied, their costumes were still well recognized.

This cemetery's costumes are completely different...

I haven't waited for Ming Wei to respond in the slightest. The guardian holding the two short knives has rushed toward Ming Wei.

"Hey!"

Ming Wei did not hesitate, and the ring in his hand made a slight turn, and he had already bowed to the face of the grave guard.

Whether it is speed or strength, she is just right.

The average person faces her embarrassment and can only retreat from the scalp, and Ming Wei will step by step, recruiting deadly, forcing the opponent to reveal a flaw and give a fatal blow. 67.356

But she did not anticipate the strength of the grave guard!

The guardian of the grave did not have any plans to retreat, facing the killing of Ming Wei.

The two short knives in his hand turned slightly, a certain angle, and a light one.

"bass!"

A corner of the ring blade is drawn down along the short knife of the grave guard, and a spark is wiped out.

While the two short knives guarding the tomb were gently twisted, Ming Wei felt a strange power coming from her, and the ring blade in her hand could barely hold her hand and flew out!

In a hurry, Ming Wei slammed back and looked at the person again, and the color of taboos appeared in his eyes.

After the life of all the people, the power that everyone has is the same. Aside from the warden family, there is no chaotic ancient god, and it depends on who can apply the only power to the extreme.

In front of this guy, just using two unremarkable short knives, the power can be used so skillfully, and Ming Wei naturally feels tricky.

"You are not a warden family?" Ming Wei asked.

"Who said that I am?" The grave guard smiled slightly.

"Why are you helping them?" Ming Wei asked again.

The tomb guard shrugged his shoulders. "About the neighbors who have been doing this for so long, do a little bit of landlord friendship..."

When the voice fell, he stopped explaining more. He took two short knives and rushed toward Ming Wei!

"Hey..."

The one-guard style of the cemetery can't be said to be flexible. It looks very rigid and clumsy, but his mastery of power is so dexterous.

Whenever his short knife is on the ring of Ming Wei, this power is distorted, it is difficult for Ming Wei to pinch the ring...

She can only continually retreat, constantly adjust, and try to adapt to each other's offensive!

The tomb guard is still the look of the smile, but there is no smile in his eyes, so the expression on his face looks very weird.

After the cemetery attacked dozens of knives, Ming Wei only adapted to the trajectory of the other's strength.

Under the counterattack of Mingwei Xutu, the guardian of the grave suddenly changed his mind. Under the double-knife, one knife smashed at the edge of the ring, while the other knife slammed with the knife.

"Hey!"

The force passed directly through the ring blade in Ming Wei's hand.

Ming Wei felt that the tiger's mouth was a numb, and the ring blade finally flew out.

The cemetery did not stop at all, and the short knife of the left hand had stabbed the front of Ming Wei.

Ming Wei, who lost his weapon, had no choice. In a hurry, he grabbed the short knife in one hand, and the palm of his hand was cut by the blade, and suddenly blood flowed!

"Ah……"

The tomb guard gently smiled, and another short knife directly pierced Ming Wei's chest.

"puff!"

The short knife with a long ruler did not reach the handle, and the short knife penetrated the body of Ming Wei, and the tip of the knife was exposed from her back.

It was at this time.

A sword front suddenly came from one side.

This sword is slanting and slanting, and it is from the right arm of the grave guard!

"This sword trick..."

The grave guardian brows slightly wrinkled.

He could not see the direction of the sword, and this inconspicuous sword forced him to retreat!

And the short knife was left in the body of Ming Wei.

Ming Wei licked her chest, her face was pale, and she could not say a word.

Luo Zheng held a long sword and stood in front of Ming Wei. He said: "Don't pull the knife! Hold on!"

With a short knife running through the chest, such an injury is sure to die for mortals...

However, for the other side of the shore, it is a small injury that is not enough to hang the teeth, the premise is to end the life of the people.

The question is whether Ming Wei can stick to that step?

The grave guard returned a few steps and looked at Luo Zheng with interest. "It’s a more interesting one..."

Luo Zheng did not wait for this person's words to finish, has raised the sword to attack each other.

"Hey..."

Luo Zheng repeatedly attacked dozens of swords.

When Luo Zheng’s sword front meets the other’s short knife, he also feels a twisting force from the sword.

This force seems to take the long sword away from Luo Zheng, he can hardly grasp his long sword.

After the grave guard returned a certain distance, he stabilized his figure.

Although Luo Zheng’s swordsmanship is extremely subtle, it is not so difficult for the tomb guards to see.

After playing dozens of swords, his eyes flashed slightly and he had already explored the method of cracking.

The short knife danced a series of knives in his hands!

"Dangdang Dangdang..."

Under the impact of this knife, Luo Zheng finally felt that his right hand was soft, and the long sword was finally released.

The guardian of the tomb revealed a smile that was taken for granted. He waved a short knife and smashed it to Luo Zheng. At this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

"this is……"

Suddenly looked up, a whirlpool in midair, a little green star has already bowed to him!