Elven History Song

"Eerie afterimage."

Deep purple light flashed from the Ghost King's body, and his body seemed to have a kind of buff attached to it. Unfortunately, Ling Aohan didn't know what effect this buff had, and he didn't know whether it was a martial skill or magic.

Only through perception, Ling Aohan could feel that the Ghost King was a pure mage. Even with the addition of the buff warrior just now, there was no obvious fluctuation in the value. Even so, Ling Aohan did not take it lightly. After all, he only knew the tip of the iceberg about this world so far.

"Come out, my black one!"

The black robe now covered Ling Aohan's next movements. Under the hood, Ling Aohan's face had an awe-inspiring look, and the blue flames were burning in his dark pupils. Still maintaining a human appearance, he would not transform into Gabriel in front of Gaxie unless he had to, but at this moment he was getting closer to Gabriel, which is why he covered his body with his robe .

The Angel's Judgment was not in its complete state when he was a human. Although his appearance was no different from that after his incarnation as Gabriel, there was a considerable gap in the power contained in him. Even an ordinary person could clearly feel this gap, let alone It’s these people who are constantly fighting.

At this moment, both Ling Aohan and Angel Judgment's power were constantly increasing. If Ling Aohan's robe hadn't concealed this change, then both of them might have become suspicious of Ling Aohan himself.

Ling Aohan's black clothes, that is, his robe is an assassin's artifact. It has many powers. It can bring real darkness to swallow everything. There is still Gabriel's phantom in the darkness. Once it is killed by the real The darkness that swallows the enemy basically escapes death. The darkness can not only swallow one person, but Ling Aohan can also use it to swallow the entire world if necessary. It can also cover everything about itself, even its own body shape.

"Try to find a way out under my sword, you stupid guy."

The black figure disappeared in an instant, and no trace of breath could be sensed. Ling Aohan seemed to have disappeared from this world out of thin air.

The Ghost King was fully prepared to deal with Ling Aohan who attacked him from nowhere, but he could not detect any killing intent at all, not even Ling Aohan's aura. The purple-black magic circle unfolded from under him, and he kept looking around, trying to catch even a single frame of Ling Aohan's figure.

He couldn't see, hear, or feel. All his five senses seemed to be malfunctioning. The Ghost King gradually felt anxious, but he was still trying to stabilize his emotions. Once he got confused at this time, Ling Aohan's sword blade He will immediately behead him and take his life.

He felt the pain only after the black figure disappeared. Ling Aohan, who was dressed in black, slashed with a sword from behind him. The person flashed in front of him but disappeared into a wisp of black smoke. Broken bones and debris fell to the ground, and a wound on the Ghost King's back that almost split him in two extended from his cervical spine to the hip bone below his waist. An unhappy click of tongue came from all directions, and disembodied voices also expressed Ling Aohan's dissatisfaction. That sword should have killed him directly, but he didn't expect that his bones had been strengthened by him at some point.

Just through the sword strike just now, both Jiaxieshi and the Ghost King realized that Ling Aohan had not shown his true strength. If Ling Aohan had shown such overwhelming strength earlier, the Ghost King would have retreated long ago. After all, no one would joke with their own lives.

The purple-black magic circle was driven by the Ghost King, and a purple barrier covered the Ghost King's body. A large amount of energy from unknown sources poured into the Ghost King's body. Ling Aohan could feel that the energy was healing the Ghost King's injuries.

The golden spear fell from the sky and pierced the Ghost King. The Ghost King raised his head, and the long hair hit the barrier, causing violent sparks. Clear cracking sounds came from everywhere in the barrier. In just a moment, the barrier was almost penetrated by the spear, like a spider web. The cracks like this tell how fragile it is in front of the spear.

There was a crisp shattering sound, and the scattered fragments turned into magic and floated in the atmosphere. The golden spear penetrated the ghost king's body. The ghost king opened his mouth with only bones left to express how unbelievable he was about this blow.

But his face returned to calm. Although there was no flesh and blood on his face, Ling Aohan felt that there was a sinister smile on his face.

At that moment, the spaces seemed to overlap. Countless ghost kings stretched backwards infinitely from their original positions. Time also seemed to be flowing backwards. The spear was pulled away from the ghost king's body by an invisible force. Countless ghost kings gradually overlapped backwards. The long ghost kings gradually overlapped backwards. The spear missed, and the Ghost King appeared about five meters away from the spear.

This is the effect of the buff that the Ghost King put before. To avoid an attack, you can activate it according to your intention. It does not consume any magic or spiritual energy before activation, but it will consume the user's vitality after activation. In other words, it will consume the user's lifespan. , but the Ghost King no longer cares at this moment. He is a ghost and is no longer alive or dead.

The soul fire is ineffective, and the withering fire cannot cause objective damage. Even so, Ling Aohan does not fall into passivity. It is absolutely impossible for him to let the ghost king live. He will not let such an enemy that is too threatening be safe. , he must let him die.

"Yan Hui·Jinghong!"

Ling Aohan's voice was still floating around, but no one knew when he quietly appeared behind the Ghost King. The angel's judgment was glowing with black light. Ling Aohan stood motionless behind the Ghost King, holding a slave in his hand. Unseen black scabbard.

The Ghost King lowered his head to check if there was anything strange about him, and touched his body with his bare hands. After confirming that he was fine, he turned around and looked at Ling Aohan with some confusion, wondering what the latter was doing at that moment.

The Ghost King didn't see what happened at all, not even Jia Xieshi who was standing by. The scene in their eyes was just Ling Aohan suddenly appearing behind the Ghost King. When the Ghost King saw Ling Aohan appearing behind him, he knew what he had done to him. , but he didn’t know what Ling Aohan did.

The sword blade was slowly put into the scabbard by Ling Aohan. The black scabbard was engraved with a scene that could only exist in hell. The indescribable fear spread throughout the body the moment he saw the scabbard. Everyone present couldn't help but I shivered.

Watching the sword being sheathed little by little, the Ghost King felt more and more strange about his body. Indescribable feelings came from all over his body, and fear spread from his heart to his brain, but he knew that even fear It's too late.

The sword blade was sheathed, and the three sword shadows flashed with black cold light and slashed down with Yan Hui's sword path. The sound of broken bones came little by little, getting louder, denser and tighter. The Ghost King was shocked. Looking at his body that was cracked everywhere, he let out angry and painful roars. He could only watch his body being broken without any way to stop or make up for it.

Yan Hui·Jinghong, cuts down with the trajectory of Yan Hui, but it is several times more terrifying than Yan Hui. The slash will extend along with the enemy's body. No matter how powerful the defensive measures are, the power will have no effect. It bursts out suddenly in the enemy's body, and even if only the bones are left, it can extend along the bone marrow towards all parts of the body. The destructive power is enough to turn anything into pieces.

"Go back to where you belong, lingering in the world as a superfluous existence."