Kowloon pull coffin

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These are the wings of the god of death, representing death and the end of fate.

In fact, harvesting fate is not something that the god of death is good at. In this respect, the god of death is far inferior to time.

Time annihilates everything, and time is the only god of death.

The so-called wings of death are transformed by the power of time, representing the speed beyond the limit and the control of time.

The wings gradually grew, and finally stretched out proudly in the strong wind of this alien world.

At the same time, the Styx Knife in Yuhua's hand also began to shine with black light, and with the knife as the center, black mist rose and lingered endlessly.

"It seems that you have indeed controlled all the power of the God of Death."

"I don't know how much power the God of War still has today?" Yan Hua asked with raised eyebrows.

Facing the provocation of the God of Death, Bing Mo changed his expression awe-inspiringly, and read aloud: "Why do we fight!"

After finishing speaking, the big arena shook violently.

In the surrounding stands, countless warrior souls suddenly appeared.

The soul of the warrior has no expression on his face, and all his eyes are placed on the soldier demon.

The fighting spirit of the soldier demon has been infinitely improved, and the armor on his body is becoming more and more fierce.

The direction of the spear seems to be able to pierce the sky and turn back time.

"They are all soldiers under my command. They were powerful warriors during their lifetime. Their fighting spirit will never fade away. No one can take them away."

"Oh, it depends on whether you have the ability to keep them."

Next, under the watchful eye of the soul of the warrior in the grand arena, Yan Hua and Bing Mo launched a fight that belonged to the ultimate supreme level.

The battle of knives and guns, the fateful lore of soldiers, demons and gods of death.

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Bingmo pulled down his armor and pointed his spear at Yuhua who was suspended in the air.

This gun once amazed the ancient world, but now it has been forgotten by time like the soldiers and demons, and no one remembers its name anymore.

The spear is the king of soldiers, pointing at the point of the spear, the soul of the warrior's killing intent is condensed and locked on Yuhua.

Maybe they picked the wrong target.

Who is Yanhua, the king of the world's dead souls.

No matter how powerful the warrior's soul is, it can't shake her in the slightest.

With a slight smile, the lotus armor fluttered with the wind, and a piece of pure white lotus was twirling at the fingertips.

"kill!"

With a roar from the soldier demon, the spear, which was as heavy as a thousand ton but as light as nothing, stabbed at the face of Yuhua.

With a flick of the wrist, there are thousands of gun shadows flickering in an instant, making it hard to distinguish the real from the fake.

It is also difficult for me, Jianxin Dongming, to distinguish between true and false, so I can only choose the one with the most killing intent to resist.

I was a little worried for Yuhua, but saw that she didn't dodge or dodge at all, still staring at the white lotus on her fingertips.

It seemed that the lotus flower had become the center of her world, and she was so intoxicated by it that she forgot even the battle of life and death.

The moment when thousands of gun shadows approached Yuhua, they suddenly condensed. This situation is like a poem written by Du Fu, which comes like thunder and ends like wrath, and stops like Jiang Hai congeals clear light.

It also reminded me of an old man's famous swordsmanship, Lu Chunyang's Wanjian Guizong.

The blue flame burns from the body of the gun and quickly burns to the tip of the gun. This is thunder fire, which endows the spear with unparalleled destructive power, allowing it to pierce everything.

The moment the thunder fire erupted at the tip of the spear, all the momentum stored in the spear was exhausted, and Yuhua was immersed in her own world, and what this spear pierced was the world she was immersed in.

The void shattered, the barrier exploded, and the spear pierced the left chest of Yanhua, passing through the body impressively.

There was a loud shock, and the light and shadow disappeared. It turned out that the phantom of her was pierced by the spear of the soldier demon, and this phantom was transformed from the lotus flower at her fingertips.

Bing Mo was shocked, and at this moment, a piercing sound of knives came from his ears.

The Styx knife pierced the air and slashed at the soldier demon, but he didn't see Yan Hua showing up.

The soldier demon shouted loudly and fled to the clouds, and a war horse neighed from the clouds.

Styx Dao chased after him, and the war horse leaped out of the clouds and rushed towards the soldier demon.

At the moment when the Minghe knife was about to slash the soldier demon, the soldier demon successfully stepped on the horse and avoided the fatal blow.

The wings of the god of death endowed Yuhua with unparalleled speed, and the thunder and fire horse of Bingmo also broke through the speed to the limit.

The horse soars into the air, sometimes stepping on the ground.

The whole earth was trembling, fine sand and gravel swept across the sky, stirring up the dust of history in the arena.

This is an extremely weird battle, but extremely real.

They don't see the misty and mysterious magical means, but the core of power and the speed of distortion.

The attacks of Yuhua and Bingmo were disorderly, and the spear and Styx knife went from south to north, unpredictable.

It is clear that the soldiers and demons are in the east, but Yanhua's sword is slashing towards the west.

The lotus flower world of Yuhua can create a phantom for her to resist killing, and the war horse under Bing Mo's crotch can always take him to escape to heaven when Bing Mo's killing comes.

This surprised Yuhua a little, she underestimated the value of these horses.

As the old saying goes, when you shoot a man, you shoot a horse first, and when you catch a thief, you catch the king first.It seems that if you can't kill Bing Mo's war horse first, you can't hurt his true self.

However, for a moment, she couldn't lock the track of the war horse, let alone see the origin of this war horse.

The war horse stepped on the blue flames, its eyes turned blood red due to anger, and its mouth kept spitting out blue flames. It was a living creature that clearly had a physical image, but Yuhua couldn't perceive the spirit of the war horse.

Up to this point in the battle, Yuhua and Bingmo were only testing each other, and the real attack had not yet begun.

Unable to see through the entrance of the war horse, and unable to track the trajectory of the soldiers and monsters, Yan Hua stopped quietly.

Similarly, what the soldiers and demons pierced was always the lotus world, and could not hurt the deity of Yanhua, so he also stopped.

The two were suspended in the air so quietly, staring at each other.