Bug Master In Doomsday

One sword! Just a sword! That's the same sword as before to kill the monster group! A dazzling sword light covered all the colors in the sky, leaving only that beautiful sword light!

"Om!" An extremely slight crisp sound, Gu Jiao's pair of majestic dragon eyes is full of incredible, almost at the same time that this crisp sound rang first, the dragon body covered by the dragon scales instantly sprayed out a golden glow. Of dragon blood,

The dragon scales, as tough as a divine weapon, were also cut in half, and even the huge dragon body was cut into a brutal wound with deep visible bones by the sword light, and the golden flesh under the dragon scales was even more damaged by the sword. The high temperature brought by the light burned and evaporated, "Ge Tian!!! I don't share the sky with you!"

"Roar!" After being cut with this sword, Gu Jiao, who had turned into a dragon body, shrank instantly and transformed into a human form, protecting a **** wound on his chest. He gave Ge Tian a resentful look. For a golden streamer, fled towards the distance,

And Ge Tian, ​​who hung in the sky, also smiled and muttered to himself: "Don’t wear the sky? I don’t have this opportunity! The cost of the secret method is so great that even at the expense of life, it can only last for a short time. In just a few moments, at such a high price, how can I let you leave safely?!"

In the end, Ge Tian, ​​who had a smile at the corner of his mouth, rapidly aged, with layers of wrinkles like old tree bark appearing out of thin air, and the hand holding the long sword became rickety and weak from its original broadness and strength.

With some effort, Ge Tian lifted the long sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword in the direction where Gu Jiao was fleeing, and gently swung the black long sword.

It should have been an effortless action, but Ge Tian seemed extremely strenuous. He swung his long sword down an inch, and his hair turned white and fell off a few minutes faster.

After completing the sword-swinging action, Ge Tian in the sky has become a dead old man, with thin hands, an old face with dense wrinkles, and his skin is also loose and rough, showing his age. The eyebrows, hair, and the strongest teeth are all. Fell out,

"Heh! Death without regrets!" The sword that consumed his life was finally swung down, and the "old man" Ge Tian also smiled, his body soft, like a piece of worthless trash falling straight to the ground. , Only the black cloak draped over his shoulders covered his body with the wind;

With the last sword light that was swung out, the pitch-black long sword also turned into a faint fluorescence, disappearing between the sky and the earth, "Om!" The vibration of tearing the air, the half-moon-shaped ink-colored sword light, as if it had been given the last 'S mission, in the direction where Gu Jiao flew away, suddenly disappeared.

"Ge Tian is dead?" The Yao Family Patriarch with the strength of the seventh realm frowned and asked himself suspiciously.

, Seeing Ge Tian who was growing old and lying on the ground like a piece of rags, the Patriarch of the Yao family had something unbelievable in his eyes.

"Ha, the danger is finally relieved. I said that Ge Tian is also stupid. It would be too unwise to sacrifice his life for the price of defending the city. We have cultivated to this level of strength, how precious life is!" The old man with the beard in the seventh stage, unfortunately shook his head.

"Ge Tian must be dead, what about his relic?" The people around me whispered. The eyes of the five or six martial artists of the seventh stage were all bright, and they flew towards the rag-like corpse of Ge Tian. Swept away,

"Damn! Ge Tian is my good brother, and I must have kept a copy of the relic! No one is allowed to **** me!"

"Fuck you, whoever grabs it, I'll hit him until I grab it!"

When facing the life-long wealth of the warriors of the same strength, several warriors who were originally still respectful were all red-eyed, and they wished to raise their swords for a battle.

At this time, 20 miles outside the city, Wang Mang stood quietly next to a big tree, watching the last dark sword light at the gate of the giant city and the flowing light figure of Gu Jiao fleeing towards him, then She shook her head regretfully. A hero died like this. Since you failed to slaughter this dragon, let me do it for you.