Vol 3 Chapter 743: Dying

The black fog was rolling in front, and one person walked out from the front, blocking the front of the purple.

At the moment, I dare to stop the purple singly alone. It is definitely not an ordinary soul.

"Ten Jie?"

Zi Yan looked at each other and adjusted her breath a little.

"Soul!"

The Soul Eater in front said indifferently.

Not only the 10th, but also the third in the 10th.

The soul reflected on the purple, and said indifferently: "I heard that you have killed six of the ten masters, but it is a bit amazing. All of us have looked down on you before."

Zi Yan shook his head and said: "Not six, seven! And you are the seventh!"

At the time when the last word fell, the sable was already holding the stick, and the golden light was shining around, and it also showed the disdainful face of the soul.

"With the present, still want to kill me?"

The soul sneered at the smile, and the palm of the hand was shot on the long stick. The two men each stepped back, and there was blood spilling from the corner of the purple skull.

He had suffered a minor injury before, and now he is against a ten-year-old. The difficulty is indeed not small.

Only he obviously will not give up and continue to move forward.

In the previous time, there was a light of the sacred symbol around the whole body. It was the sacred spirit of the ghost, and immediately formed the formation method, and did not enter the sea of ​​the soul.

This scene is unexpected.

The soul shines a little, then it is felt that the soul is being swallowed up and annihilated.

"you wanna die!"

In his eyes, there was a cold murder, rushing toward the purple scorpion, and at this time the sable began to run away.

He wants to kill each other.

Just as the purple singer turned around, there was a dangerous breath, and he immediately held a stick.

A loud bang, the purple body flew out, and when he was in the air, he began to cough up blood.

Another Soul Eater appeared. It was the one who had followed him before, and he rushed over in time. It was only a deliberate blow as a sneak attack, but it was perceived by Zi Zi in advance.

The other person looked at the soul and asked, "How?"

The soul said coldly: "It was calculated, but nothing serious."

I saw him immediately kneeling and began to expel the power of the devil's devouring.

In the distance, the purple scorpion that landed did not immediately escape, but said indifferently: "Report it! I don't kill the unknown!"

"Hongtu!" The other party actually reported the name.

This makes Zi Zi’s heart sink, and it’s really the top ten, the fourth.

Zi Yan felt his own injury, and he knew that he could not escape. He sneered. "Before you die, there are two of your ten gems to bury, and you are barely good."

The purple scorpion holds the stick shield, and the force of death of the fighting technique is mobilized by him, killing the past toward the grand plan.

The powerful force kept oscillating, and the purple rushing forward was shaken back and forth again and again.

The sableness of the sable is getting heavier and heavier. In the end, it is more like the most primitive impact.

He is covered in blood, but he is constantly launching an impact and looks very tragic.

And his two enemies, in the face of the impact of the purple horror power, also suffered a minor injury.

After a quarter of an hour, the sable life is dying, and the two ten-year-olds are in the pool of blood, and there is no interest.

Eight!

Zi Yan has killed eight of his heroes with his own strength. This is an amazing record!

But the purple singer who won the victory, but the face did not have the slightest joy, barely able to stand him, looking at the front, "Come out, your hidden means are not brilliant."

"You don't need much clever means to deal with you now."

A voice with a bit of sarcasm sounded, a soul-eater came out of the dark.

“Do I need to take the initiative to sign up?”

The other person looked at Zi Yan and said: "My name is Alba, and I rank second among the top ten."

The purple scorpion is already scarred, and even standing there becomes very difficult. His body is shaking and seems to fall down at any time.

Even without Alba, the other side only needs to stand in the distance and watch quietly, and Zi Yan will slowly die.

Such a sable, for the Alban in its heyday, naturally has no threat.

"Do you know why I made the last shot?" Alba looked at the purple.

Zi Yan has been unable to answer, his vision is blurred, and life begins to count down.

Next may be death, or it may be the return of the soul to the Holy Spirit.

"Actually, I have already followed you all the way, seeing you kill other people."

The face of Zi Yan changed, the other party has been trailing, but he did not find it.

Why didn’t the other party take the opportunity to take the shot?

"Because I need you very much, or I need your strength."

Alba said: "Your combat power has never been seen before. Once I have been swallowed up by me, I believe that the next one, I must be the strongest in the same situation! This second ranking, you can also change with the konjac at that time. Change, there is even a chance to compete for the title of the Son of Darkness."

"So, I have been following you, but I have not killed you, but to see how big your potential is. Now I see it, I am very satisfied with it, so I have to take back this part of the power."

Alba reached out to the palm of his hand. His figure was like a teleport. He came to the front of the purple scorpion and then took a palm on the forehead of the sable.

A powerful force of devouring, coming from the palm of Alba, entered the body of the purple, wanting to swallow the power of the purple and his potential.

It is only the purple scorpion that is dying of life, the talent and strength of the body, but it is like a meteorite, and it is impossible to shake it.

"How can this be?"

Alba's face has changed, and there are things in the world that his magical power can't swallow?

At this moment, I saw Ziyan sticking out his hands and grabbing Alba's arm. He was dying of life. Suddenly there was a cold murder in his eyes. "You shouldn't be so close to me."

I saw him weak, and he began to burn the flames.

The hustle and bustle of life began to surge.

He used the technique of recovery.

At the same time, the ghosts who have been assisting the sable fights and seemingly dying, suddenly appeared behind Alba and opened their mouths.

A Nether Black Hole appears.

"Looking for death!"

Alba screamed, and the strength of the whole body began to sway, like a raging wave, directly drowning the ghost.

The ghosts flew out. If it was during the heyday, such a close distance, it would not be a problem to swallow Alba. Unfortunately, the previous battles, the ghosts are extremely powerful, and the state at this moment is not much better than the purple.

The sable is still holding Alba's arm, and the other's swallowing power has not been successfully launched. During the period, Alba wants to force him to shake off, but he has not succeeded.

"Don't die, die together!"

On the purple scorpion, the flames burned, the raging fire of life appeared, his injury began to recover, and the soul power was also recovering.

At the same time, more than ten souls appeared from the purple cicada body, like a chain, wrapped around the body of Alba, firmly fixed the two bodies together.

In the next moment, these soul chains began to burn, and they also ignited the power of Alba. For the purple scorpion, the flame of life can be restored, and it falls on Alba, but it is like a deadly poisonous flame.

He began to scream and became a fireman like the sable. The soul of his body was violently shaken, and he wanted to shake the sable.

But Zi Yan grabbed his arm and did not let go.

Another palm of Alba was photographed on the head of Zi Yan. The roaring sounded, the body of the purple scorpion shook, and the seven scorpions began to bleed, but still did not let go.

The flame completely enveloped the two, and Alba was like crazy, constantly attacking the purple.

"Stop, let me drop!"

"Get out!"

"Sow it!"

The body of the purple scorpion is constantly shaking, but still holding Alba, the burning fire of recovery, the life of recovery, can no longer heal, can barely keep the purple scorpion and not be killed by Alba.

As the roar of the roar, the soul of the burning Alba, the breath is also weak.

Both of them are competing, who can compete for longer, and whose life is more tenacious.

It was Alba who couldn’t hold on, and he fell.

In his body, all the souls are burning, including his own life.

Not that he is not strong enough, but that the flame is too terrible.

After using the last card recovery technique, the purple scent did not recover much. His vision began to blur and seemed to fall at any time.

He shook his head and then took a bite of his tongue, letting blood flow from his mouth, and he squatted forward.

This place should not be left for a long time.

The state of the ghost is not good, just beside the purple, jumping forward.

The purple eyes feel their eyes more and more blurred, and they can hardly see the things ahead.

He suddenly felt very cold, and it seemed that the wind was blowing around.

Gradually, there was a whistling sound in his ear, which was a strong wind.

“Why is there a strong wind?”

The purple scorpion is looking forward to it~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know when the black fog that has been around is dissipated. He sees strong winds appearing in the field of vision.

That is the storm.

A terrible death storm.

The storm has become more and more intense, and the shape of the purple scorpion has become unstable. It seems that it may be swept away by the storm at any time.

His consciousness is about to dissipate, but in his mind he remembers what he once said. He has always guessed that the passage to leave may be at the center of the storm.

The consciousness in my mind has become blurred, but the purple is still moving forward. This is a subconscious movement.

He knows subconsciously that if he stays where he is, he will be in danger.

There was a storm in front of him, he should have avoided it, but at the moment there is not much consciousness to dominate the body.

Even, he saw a blue wave in front of him, did not change direction, still moving forward, and then plunged in.

The ghost is turned into a streamer, disappearing with the purple.

Here is a lake, and the purple scorpion is mistaken into the lake.

The purple scorpion that fell into the lake began to sink.

There was a fish at the bottom of the lake swimming past him.

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