I Have a Doomsday City

boom!

A black flame rose from the surface of the Song Jian body. With the appearance of the flame, there seemed to be someone singing softly inexplicable words around the Song Jian body. People couldn't help but want to relax and want nothing. Do nothing and then sink ...

The black flame condenses a black armor that emerges on the surface of the Song fitness body. This armor does not have the slightest weight, but its attributes are much more powerful than ordinary equipment;

At this time, the Lord of the Evil Spirits stood three meters away from Song Jian, and his two hands were waving constantly, and each time there was a gray airflow, like a sharp blade, flying towards Song Jian;

Song Jian tried to split his sword towards an airflow. The moment his sword collided with the airflow, his whole body trembled.

The impact of this airflow was as if he had hit it with all his strength. For Song Jian, he couldn't resist it.

When the second airstream rushed over, Song Jian could only dodge to the side.

Uh ~

The attack speed of the Lord of the Evil turned out to be faster and faster with the passage of time, and the airflow released was like a cannonball, breaking up the surrounding stones and causing a mess.

"Can't let it continue to attack like this!" Song Jian secretly said in his heart, biting his teeth, casting a sword shadow step, his body turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards the Lord of evil spirits;

Dance of Folding Wings!

Boom, boom, boom ~

A series of damage numbers floated over the Lord of the Evil Spirit. Each attack can cause it twice damage. The Dance of Folding Wings ends. The blood value of the Lord of the Evil Spirit has been reduced by another one. Thousand points.

However, the floating state of the third move of Folding Wings did not come out, but the Lord of the Evil Spirit took a step back.

The floating state is affected by the strength of both sides, and it has a lot to do with the size of the target. Although the master of the evil spirit is a spirit body, the size is close to three meters, and the floating state of the flapping dance is too poor;

Soul Control!

Song Jian held up his long sword and slashed forward fiercely. Two transparent long swords agglomerated on top of his head. One was a normal size, and the other was half smaller. It looked like a small spirit. sword.

"The Lord of evil spirits is the soul body, and the resistance to spiritual damage should not be high!" Song Jian secretly said in his heart;

Hey, hey!

The two spiritual swords almost stabbed the Lord of the Evil. The huge body of the boss trembled violently, and a crack appeared on the surface of the body, just like a damaged glass, even the redness on the surface of the body. The color light also trembled violently, as if it would go out in the next moment.

However, this condition lasted for less than a second, and the Lord of the Evil Spirit recovered.

"Ah!" With a wild roar, the Lord of the Evil Spirits became even more violent. The spirit-control sword seemed to anger it, and a gusty wind continued to blow from around his body, making Song Jian a little unstable. Step backward

Gurus ~

The boulder, one person tall, was run around by the wind, and the Lord of the Evils grabbed a boulder more than five meters in diameter and smashed it towards Song Jian;

Watching the boulder-like boulder smash down, he was enveloped in the shadow of the boulder, and Song Jian flickered towards him immediately.

Bang!

The boulder hit the place where he was standing just as hard as a cannonball, and it shattered directly. Numerous rubbles were shot like Song Jian towards Song Jian.

At this moment, Song Jian could no longer dodge, he could only hold his head with both hands and climb to the ground. The power of these gravels was not weak, and Song Jian's head was hurt by fifty or sixty points.

After the rubble was sputtered, Song Jian lost more than 300 points.

After releasing this trick, the Lord of the Evil Spirits seemed to consume a lot, standing still and still, a twisted look on his face, and a look of tiredness appeared.

As soon as Song Jian's eyes lighted, he directly opened the immortal sword body;

A dazzling golden light bloomed from his body, and the eight-handed sword was imaginary, slowly rotating around his body, and Song Jian felt a powerful force rushing in his body;

Three Swords!

Jiansi!

Dance of Folding Wings!

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For a time, Song Jian fired up, all his sword skills were exhibited, and a series of damage figures floated over the head of BOSS. Each move could cause secondary damage, as if two Song Jian were attacking it with full force.

The blood and blood value of the Lord of the Evil Spirits drops rapidly. After half an hour, the blood and blood value of the Lord of the Evil spirits drops below 30%. The lord of the evil spirit who had gone mad, a pair of scarlet eyes exuded a vicious light, staring at Song Jian.

"I curse you, I curse you, I curse you ..." The Lord of the Evil Spirit gritted his teeth and issued the most vicious curse, and his body began to shrink slowly. After a while, it became a normal human size;

At the same time, the original red **** light around, with a curse, seemed to be splashed with ink, and turned into a rich black.

"Stab of the broken soul!"

The Lord of Evil Spirits suddenly gave out a sharp growl, covered with black light, all condensed to the center of his eyebrow for a moment, and it looked as if he had a third black eye.

For a moment, Song Jianshen's goosebumps got up, feeling like he was standing naked in the cold Siberian snowstorm, and the threat of death was like a giant beast, which opened his mouth and rushed at him;

"It will die!" Song Jian's mind seemed to have a flash of lightning passing through, "Ah" shouted, and subconsciously took the "sacred parry" posture;

A thick black ray of ink shot from the heart of the evil spirit's eyebrow, forming a cone thorn in the air, and shot toward Song Jian;

After launching this attack, the Lord of Evil Spirits also made a scream, and the entire body fell to the ground softly, and he continued to gasp in a big mouth. Obviously, for him, this trick is definitely the bottom of the box. Under normal circumstances, skills will never be cast.

The spike like a thick ink ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Stabbed towards Song Jian, Song Jian only felt his arms for a while, and almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand, his body couldn't help "噔 噔噔 "stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, hit a stone monument, and finally stopped.

Uh ~

Song Jian felt a severe pain in his back, there seemed to be a strong shock between his chest and abdomen, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help spitting a blood, which made him feel slightly more comfortable.

The entire right arm holding the sword was twitching unconsciously, and Song Jian felt that he had no strength even to lift a little finger.

On the dark red sword, there was a trace of black, like a snake, constantly twisting and digging inside the blade of the sword, but was blocked by a hot flame, and at the same time, golden lights stabbed from the shadow of the sword. It seems that the needle keeps piercing the black snake.

With each stab, the black liquid snake would twist the body violently, sending out a sharp hissing, for a few tens of seconds, when Song Jian recovered his consciousness in the right arm, the black attached to the blade The liquid snake also gradually turned into a smoke and disappeared.

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