Monarch of Evernight: The situation in the Second World War was unfavorable
bsp;After Sosa and Qianye fought, they each thought about it, but the others were not idle.
The sword in Ye Tong's hand suddenly glowed, and then was blocked by the Wall of Sighs. Grand Duke Brooks stared at Nighteye and said: "Your opponent is me."
"You?"
"That's right. Even though you have the holy weapon in your hand, you are still not the Grand Duke after all." Brox stretched out his finger and tapped it, and multiple walls of sighs appeared in front of him, blocking the dreamy sword light.
Brox stood in the air with one hand behind his back. He waved one hand in the air. With a finger, he created a wall of sighs. He raised his hand and waved lightly, and the wall of sighs would move and cut.
As the ancestral ability of demons that is close to the king level, the Wall of Sighs has a new transformation in the hands of Brox. It can be as thick as a square, or as thin as a piece of paper, and can be used as a weapon to attack the enemy when shot out. This has gone beyond the defensive strategy of the Jerusalem family, and has become a bit of an integrated attack and defense.
Jingmeng's originally almost incomprehensible sword light was greatly weakened by the Wall of Sighs. Even if it fell on Brox, he could bear it calmly.
Grand Duke Brox looked at his body. After the sword flash, there were shallow scratches on the armor. He smiled proudly and said: "The holy weapon is indeed a holy weapon. Even this can damage my armor. It is not easy for me to defeat you. But after all, you have only returned to the rank of Duke. Jingmeng has been with me since ancient times. Even if the Blue King's holy weapon is in your hands now, you still won't be recognized by it. With your strength, how many swords can you fire?"
"Renault..."
Brocks said: "The Blue King is indeed a strong man worthy of respect. It's just a pity that he fell for you. It's really not worth it."
Speaking of the Blue King, Brox's tone was not as contemptuous as when facing Sosa. Raynor defeated the Eternal Flame and the Lord of Macefield in the final battle. Even though that power cost his life, his opponents were full of respect.
Mentioning the past, Ye Tong's eyes grew colder, his long hair moved automatically, and the figure of Archduke Brox was reflected in his eyes.
"Eye of Destruction? It's useless to me." Grand Duke Brox sneered and placed a wall of sighs in front of him. In Nighteye's eyes, the figure of Grand Duke Brox disappeared.
Successfully blocking the gaze of the Eye of Destruction, Brox felt excited in his heart. He lost the confidence he had just now and always felt that something was wrong. He suddenly felt something, and his consciousness slightly raised his head from behind the wall of sighs. He only saw an endless blade of light rolling towards him!
Brocks was shocked, was this a dream? Can Jingmeng still be used like this? !
He didn't care to calculate how many swords Ye Tong fired at this moment. Anyway, such a large sword light, if not a hundred, but also eighty, more or less, was not something he could catch.
The frightening dream has come out, and Archduke Brox knows that there is no point in hiding or escaping, he can only block it.
In an instant, his beard and hair nearly exploded, demonic energy spewed out like a volcano, and walls of sighs were laid out in front of him one after another. However, he only had time to complete the four walls of sighs before the sword light arrived.
The sword light was like a tide, instantly breaking down a few walls of sighs, and then engulfed Grand Duke Brox.
The dreamlike sword light dissipated, and Grand Duke Brox stood there, seemingly unscathed. But the way he looked at Ye Tong became helpless and regretful.
Yeye Tong's breath had hit rock bottom at this moment, and his blood was almost exhausted. Grand Duke Brox, on the other hand, was relatively full of energy. Even in critical moments, even building several walls of sighs could only consume less than 30% of his demonic energy. Judging from this point alone, Archduke Brox's remaining strength at this moment is far superior to that of Night Eye, and Night Eye has little ability to fight again.
However, it was Archduke Brox who smiled bitterly. He asked: "How did you do it?"
Yeye Tong patted Jingmeng and said, "I lent this knife to Renault."
Brocks was in disbelief, and then he suddenly realized and murmured: "So... that's it."
He leaned forward slightly, and then fell down like that. The moment he fell into the dust, his armor-covered robe suddenly shattered and turned into smoke. There were no scars visible on his body. The originally full demonic energy lost its restraints and overflowed in all directions, turning into darkness and disappearing between heaven and earth.
Grand Duke Brox is also a genius of the demon generation. When he was young, his status was similar to that of Anwen today. He had few opponents at the same level, and he sometimes did not fall behind when confronting the prince head-on. So even though he knew that Night Eye was awakening for the second time, and that Night Eye had the ability to instantly kill ordinary Dukes, he still dared to fight Night Eye alone by virtue of his higher level of Force cultivation.
It's just that he didn't expect that he thought he had fully estimated Ye Tong, but in fact he still underestimated her far. Dreams are notoriously difficult to control and are notorious in the Council. How could he have imagined that in ancient times, Jingmeng was originally a Night Eye?
At the moment of the duel, Ye Tong slashed dozens of times in an instant, draining all the blood and energy from his body. Dozens of strikes were combined into one blow, which was unparalleled in power. But Brooks could only vent less than 30% of the demonic energy at the same time.
The dark gold blood energy level of Night Eye is directly following the origin of darkness. Although the Demonic Energy of Grand Duke Brox is also extremely pure, it is still one level lower than Night Eye. With such a huge gap, how could he compete with Ye Tong?
A generation of demon-born heroes have fallen.
At this time, Sosa and Qianye were still thinking.
The two of them looked at the body of Archduke Brox. Sousa was surprisingly neither angry nor surprised, but there was undisguised sarcasm in his eyes.
"I thought he would just lose, but I didn't expect him to die so simply. It seems that he has never encountered any decent opponent in the past few years."
"I thought you would be worried about the unfavorable outcome of the battle."
Souza smiled lowly and said: "With no one in the way, I can show my true skills. If I kill you, I will have an explanation in front of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, lest he blame me for the death of his subordinates. Come on."
"The Archduke Brox is dead, do you still have the confidence to kill us?"
"Why not? I was a little worried about Nighteye at first, but it's a pity that she drained all her blood in order to kill that idiot Brooks. Even if she has the secret method, it will take some time to recover, right? With this A little time is enough for me to kill you several times."
Qianye sneered, "You are really confident."
Souza said calmly: "If you think that the light-feather-like combat skill last time could really hurt me, you are wrong. Besides, even if it is that kind of attack, you can't launch it a few times, right?"
"You can try."
"Of course I will try, but your sword seems to be failing."
Countless golden and green blood suddenly appeared in front of Qianye, condensing into a blue-and-gold sword, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.
Howard's figure appeared and said: "Use my sword. I am old and can no longer use it."
Sosa was slightly startled, looked at Howard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "It turns out you are already so weak. If you don't hide in a blood pool and wander around, you feel that you are too alive. "How long has it been?"
"It's already this time, what's the big deal even if you die in battle? It's better than you werewolves, who just suffered humiliation when the new world opened, and now the Demon King gives you a bone, so you rush over and pick it up."
The biggest taboo of almost every werewolf is being called a dog. Sosa's face was gloomy and he said: "It seems that the battle that year has not made you get rid of that unwarranted arrogance."
Howard smiled and said: "I couldn't beat you back then, but I didn't lose either. As a king, you can't even defeat me. I heard that you were very embarrassed in front of the Wolf Ancestor."
Souza's face became increasingly ugly and he said: "When I kill this little guy first, when it's your turn, the process will definitely be extremely long and painful. As for her, since His Majesty the Demon Emperor didn't give any special instructions, maybe I can try to see what the difference is in the taste of the ancient big shots."
Qianye pulled out Howard's sword and shouted: "As a great king, you are so shameless!"
"What? Do you want to kill me?"
Yetong said: "Qianye, calm down."
Souza smiled, stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and said, "Calm down? It's useless. Unless she escapes now, she will fall into my hands sooner or later."
Yetong was not angry and said calmly: "If you keep being nagging, I will recover."
"Okay, since you want to die quickly, then I will make it happen for you."
Souza stepped in front of Qianye and took a picture with his big hand, exactly the same as at the beginning.
As soon as he started, Qianye's figure flashed, and he got out of the attack range with a predicted void flash. However, Qianye's figure was blurred and he was about to disappear. Unexpectedly, the traction force generated by Sosa's palm was twice as strong as before, and he actually dragged Qianye out of the void and back to his palm!
Qianye was slightly startled, looking at the giant palm pressing down like a hill. He knelt down on one knee, holding the green gold sword in both hands, with the blade pointed upward to meet Sosa's palm!
There was a muffled sound, and the earth shook. Sosa's big hand slapped the ground hard, creating a huge crater dozens of meters in size in the rocky ground on the top of the mountain.
Qianye has disappeared, being photographed underground. However, on the back of Sousa's hand, there was an extra blade. The green-gold blade was Howard's sword.
Sousa snorted, raised his big hand, and pulled his palm out of the sword's edge. The blade separated from his body, and the wound healed itself without even a drop of blood flowing out. In the center of the giant pit, Qianye remained motionless in his original position, but his entire body was embedded in the rock.
A cold light flashed in Sosa's eyes, he raised his right foot and stepped down directly towards Qianye. Howard's sword is twice as sharp and is close to an artifact. Unfortunately, for the body of the Werewolf King, this kind of cutting does not make much sense at all, and being too sharp is often accompanied by not being strong enough. After a few head-to-head confrontations with Sousa, it can be done. Don't know what the outcome will be.
Qianye’s figure flickered and disappeared from the pit. Sosa let out a low roar, and a terrifying gravitational force was generated under his feet. He once again pulled Qianye out of the void and stepped down!
With a bang, the rocky ground on the top of the mountain sank several meters further, and Sosa's huge body almost sank into the ground. The force of this step was like a battleship hitting the ground at full speed. Sousa was only known for his body and strength, but he had cultivated these two to the extreme. Every move he made had the power to destroy mountains and fill seas.
This is the day when everything is as hard as steel. If it were the middle continent, Sosa's foot could completely crush the mountain peaks.
However, after stepping on it, Sousa was not successful. He pulled out his right foot and found that there was only a deep footprint left on the ground, and Qianye disappeared without a trace.
Sosa suddenly raised his head and saw a black light feather in the air coming toward his face. (https:)