Arad's crooked savior

The arrival of the first apostle was too sudden. The two swordsmen did not expect to encounter the man who was obviously coming towards them in a ruined cultivation civilization.

Kahn the Fate!

His aura was too powerful, with a suffocating sense of oppression, and his arrogant and leering eyes looked at everything like ants. The world with the collapse of civilization originally had some animal life left, but because of his arrival, it once again fell into absolute silence.

Caught off guard, the two swordsmen's steely-calm hearts beat violently for a moment.

Even if Kahn doesn't show up here today, one day they will take the initiative to look for the man called "Invincible".

We all understand that no amount of preparation is too much, but life cannot always be in the stage of preparation. After all, you still need to have the courage to give it a try and not worry too much.

Life and death, in a moment of thought, the final outcome can be determined only after drawing the sword.

A noble and unyielding swordsman should have the courage to draw his sword against any terrifying existence.

This is the truth that Soderos has repeated to Ye Lin many times. Now, he will personally practice the glory of this swordsman.

"Kahn!"

Casillas spoke one word at a time, his thick arm with bone spurs, his palm slowly placed on the hilt of the sword, his devil-like face, and two astonishing streams of air spewed out of his nostrils due to the boiling blood.

At any time, that man looked really desperate.

He didn't want to ask why Kahn came here. The past time had completely lost its meaning. His steel blade contained the will of the moment and the hope of the future.

Casillas' momentum was rising, his long hair was flying, his eyes were as red as a sea of ​​blood, the smell of blood was spreading, and he entered a special state.

"The Sword of Death." Ye Lin nodded. The fourth uncle had obviously reached the highest state from the beginning. In short, either you die or I die.

Feng Ying also looked solemn, and commented from the perspective of a swordsman, saying: "The swordsmanship and will left by the founder of the ancient Talma Empire's fighting spirit has been perfectly inherited by the conqueror. He has made great progress and made further progress. .”

The corners of Casillas's eyes almost widened, and his endless sword intent was concentrated on the two steel blades. His slightly trembling tone turned into firmness, and he said: "I will strike with great confidence towards you." Sword, but I was ashamed to admit defeat and ran away. That sword instead became my nightmare."

He easily defeated all enemies on the planet Aiken, including wild beasts and the most genius figure, Yasin, who mastered one hundred top-notch moonlight secrets.

When he first arrived in the Demon Realm, he took the initiative to find those guys who had the same aura as him, such as Shilok, Held, Bakar, Antuen, and even Dirich, and he was able to win with several moves.

Only because of the constraints of the Apostle's Law, they could not be completely defeated and eliminated.

Prey and Lotus were unable to challenge due to special environmental restrictions.

Until he met the dream-like man.

With a sword that had been condensed with all his heart and soul, the opponent did not even dodge. He crossed his arms and allowed him to cut through the mountains behind him.

Casillas was ashamed to admit defeat, and at the same time he felt an indescribable sense of frustration. This extremely terrifying feeling was even more panicked than when his master, Yatogami Mohan, died.

"Although you may never take me seriously, my dream demon, you are my obsession, my only goal after my defeat, and the final person of my two swords."

Casillas took off the wine bottle from his waist, took a swig, and then threw it to Soderos. The rich breath of life made the first apostle raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Since I walked out of the Tower of Despair, the erosion of time has become more and more serious." Sodros's body is still strong and strong, his eyes are sharp, and only the white hair on his head tells the erosion of time.

A long time ago, Sodros had the ability to advance to a higher realm, but he believed that the long future was not affected by time and dimensions and would be of no greater use to him.

So, he turned the transcendent power bursting out of his heart into his own sword, making it sharper.

Sodros breathed calmly and subconsciously held a blunt weapon behind him. It was a proud weapon made by the dwarves. The user could achieve terrifying power and could crush mountains and shake the world.

But facing the enemy he had been obsessed with for more than two thousand years, Sodros finally took off all his weapons and took hold of the magic sword he was proud of - Clarice.

He has a fighting habit of using the least advantageous weapon when facing a powerful enemy to force himself into desperate situations and achieve breakthroughs in swordsmanship.

But today is different from the past. He must use the strongest weapon from the beginning, because no matter how powerful or convenient the weapon is, it makes no difference in front of Kahn.

More than two thousand years ago, the continent of Arad had not yet given birth to countries such as Perus and Belmare. Vanes had just been established, and Xu Zu was just a deserted area invaded by monsters.

What existed in that era was the ancient Borodin Kingdom, the Kingdom of Calamity, and the Kingdom of Bei...

The Holy Spirit Monarch Aragorn was still alive. Bantu, the first hero of the Bantu tribe, crossed the Stru Mountains and occupied the place of Belmare in later generations. The first generation of witches felt compassion and went to the Xuzu.

A woman with a face as gentle as lake water found Soderos, the most amazing swordsman of that era, who became a professional at the age of ten and quickly broke the limits of his life.

"If I practice hard here for two thousand years, to what extent can I reach that person's level? Can I touch the hem of his clothes?"

"Probably not yet."

"You said it's still not possible..."

A simple conversation and an extreme gap are the reasons why Sodros has stayed in the tower for more than two thousand years.

It may be a bit absurd and difficult to understand. It is just a word and there is no real enemy. Who knows if it is deliberately deceiving you and wasting your precious time and years.

But Sodros had an intuition as sharp as swordsmanship. The woman did not lie to him. In another world, there were enemies that his swordsmanship could not reach.

"As a human being, you must have some obsessions." Ye Lin nodded, and then asked Xiao Su, "What is your obsession."

"Kick you."

"I will not resist Xiao Su's love."

The first apostle stood condescendingly, with a posture like a god coming down from the earth. One person solidified the wind and clouds of the world, and the rotation power of the planet slowly stopped under his feet until it completely stopped.

At the end of civilization, the earth collapsed, mountains overturned, boulders flew into the sky, countless ancient swords fell into the abyss, thick smoke and dust filled the field of vision, like wolf smoke lit before a war, and the rumbling vibrations were deafening.

Yemingliu · Swift Wind Sword!

The conqueror took the lead in drawing his sword, and a stream of sword energy shrieked, flashing from the vast smoke and dust. It was indestructible and indestructible. Everything in the place where the sword energy passed by was shattered and disillusioned.

The Swift Wind Sword was his inner demon sword. Although it was not a sure-kill move, it also made the conqueror understand the gap between himself and Kahn.

This is where the inner demons arise, and this is where they will fall.

The first apostle said nothing, and his indifferent fighting style was simple and unpretentious. He raised his fist, affecting thousands of winds and clouds in the world, freezing the rotation of the stars, and then smashed down with one punch, destroying everything.

boom!

Ling Xiao's sword energy cracked under the fist mark, flying in all directions, powerful and invincible, and the remaining power of the punch was far from over. The fist mark shattered the continent's plates and hammered the conqueror into the abyss.

In the first round of the first round, the conqueror's mouth was bleeding, and the bone spurs on his shoulders were broken. He was at a disadvantage. It seemed that countless years of obsession were still in vain and could not make up for the gap in the sky.

"Fourth Uncle, he is about to transform." Ye Lin, who looked down at the main dimension with extraordinary power, suddenly said.

The inner demons originated from the Gale Wind Sword and ended up with the Gale Wind Sword. Although he took the initiative to swing a sword and was coughed up blood by the violent hammer, the inner demons were gone, his obsession was unsealed, and his whole body's sword intent and state were undergoing an unprecedented sublimation.

One step beyond!

Ten Thousand Swords Ultimate Achievements·Open Heaven Slash!

Sodros's eyes skyrocketed, and the magic sword Clarice was terrifying. Two thousand years of obsession turned into a single step. Between the lakes and lakes, his figure transformed into the one who was the most powerful one two thousand years ago. The young genius of the era suddenly disappeared when his vitality was at its strongest and became a legend.

The first apostle spoke with rare indifference and said: "I will not block his way to transcendence, but you, who have given up on a higher realm, only have the power to finally unblock... Moreover, I don't recognize you yet. "

Extremely arrogant!

Someone has been obsessed with challenging him for more than two thousand years. From a young man to a man with gray hair, the first apostle is cold and suspicious... Who are you?

Yes, Kahn didn't know Soderos at all, but occasionally learned from Ye Lin that there was someone who was obsessed with him.

And, after setting foot in the divine realm, he would sense the existence calling his name, and then he saw the figure of Sodros.

"My sword will make you remember me." Sodros' heart surged with boiling energy. After hearing Azera's denial and being invincible for two thousand years, he wanted to break this myth.