Tribute to the Demon King

After a few seconds, the sound of fists and palms clashing stopped suddenly.

Zhou Yi's palms clashed inward from both sides, grasping Luo Hao's wrists, using his strength to thrust her palms into his chest, and tightening them with his lava-like muscles.

He spread his free hands forward, and as if holding a transparent ball, he slapped Luo Hao's abdomen four times and his chest three times with mana in his palms, hitting Luo Hao who was suddenly spurting out a mouthful of blood. flew out.

Luo Hao fell seventeen or eighteen meters to the ground like a stone thrown in water, and passed out in the crushed rock.

——At this time, only five seconds had passed since Luo Hao launched the Dragon Sing and Tiger Roar Dafa!

Zhou Yi closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing slowly.His body returned to its original appearance as if going back in time, and even Luo Hao's chest injury was also eliminated.

Then, he opened his pale eyes, and swung his right hand upwards as if sliding a rolling door upwards.

The gravel and soil scattered on the ground were thrown into the air by him - while the deeper rock and soil that should have been beneath them turned into green plants.

The whole world is like pressing the refresh button on a sluggish computer, and it disappears layer by layer from below, returning to the scene before Luo Hao declared war on Zhou Yi.

"I'll consider you a failure in the challenge, sister."

Zhou Yi whispered to the unconscious Luo Hao, "Let's go out and have a rest first."

The air around her suddenly froze, then slowly distorted and cracked, and Luo Hao who was originally in it was nowhere to be seen.

Luo Hao's challenge is like pressing the button to start the game——

After seeing the black storm from a distance, the Marquis of Vauban and Smith no longer hesitated, and at the same time found the Spiral Tower.In a different direction, a second challenge was launched to Zhou Yi!

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Chapter 42 Give back to others in the same way

The Marquis of Vauban stared straight at the tower in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Those emerald-green evil eyes stared at the pure white spiral tower, sizing it up carefully.

His Campione's intuition told him that something might go wrong if he stepped into it.

"You can just come in."

A somewhat indifferent man's voice suddenly sounded: "There is nothing in here."

The Marquis of Vauban looked over and found that it was a young man in a suit with his hands on the railing of the tower, a cigarette in his mouth and glasses.The guy frowned tightly, with a sad and unlucky look on his face.

"who are you?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked him.

The guy dropped the cigarette from the tower, and replied seriously: "You can call me El Mello II—the teacher's student."

"Is El-Melloi II..."

The Marquis of Vauban thought about the name carefully, then grinned: "I haven't heard of it."

The next moment, an emerald green evil light flashed in his eyes.

All the living things he saw turned into salt statues.The man on the high platform, or the ambush army that may be hidden in the high tower, will all be turned into salt.

This authority was named "Pupil of Sodom" by the Council of Sages.

Neither rock nor steel can stop his evil vision.The power of the Marquis of Vauban is enough to completely salinize the people of a city in an instant.

The powers of the godslayers are all the powers they desperately desire in their hearts; and the type of their powers is also a metaphor for their deepest desires.

And the power of the Marquis of Vauban, whether it is the wolf army, or the petrified magic eye, or blowing the wind and thunder, most of them are all attack types.

This is necessarily related to his life journey from a wandering orphan to the throne of Europe's strongest demon king.

...That's because Vauban has already adapted to the days when he is an enemy of everyone.

"But so."

Vauban sneered and stepped forward.

But the next moment, the man's voice came from behind him again: "This is what I want to say too."

Following his voice, eight black and red stone pillars engraved with mysterious runes fell out of thin air around the Marquis of Vauban and were nailed into the ground.

In that instant, he immediately lost his sense of direction.And felt the mantra in the body began to escape outwards.

—Is that guy alive?

The Marquis of Vauban frowned tightly, and then relaxed it, showing a happy face.

"Alright, that's how it's worth making a move."

Following his words, a figure suddenly appeared behind the Marquis of Vauban.

It was a witch riding a broom.

She was wrapped in an ancient and elegant black cloak, and she wore a hat with a wide brim on her head. The skin under the black clothes was extremely pale, and there was no expression on her face, and there was no breath of the living.

That's dead.A witch who died at least 100 years ago, a rival who was killed by the Marquis of Vauban.

In order to escape from the unknown formation, the Witch of Death quickly waved her hand, dragging the body of the Marquis of Vauban into the air.

At the same time, one after another "Servant of Death" is emerging from where he stood before.