Arad's crooked savior

Dang~!

The magic sword forged by the ancient civilization was placed between the fist seal and the chest, and it blocked the first apostle's powerful punch in time. The blade of the sword was dented and cracked. Sodros's arms were shocked and painful, and the bones in his body were shaken. There are signs of chipping.

After two thousand years of obsession, he finally made physical contact with Kahn, but this was not the kind of "touch" Sodros wanted.

The vitality of transcendents is extremely strong, and their bodies can be reborn even if they are broken.

But Sodros had a terrible intuition in his heart. If Kahn hit a vital point with a punch, the transcendent vitality would be far from enough, and the vitality of rebirth would be destroyed.

"Sodros, retreat quickly." Casillas shouted violently, waving his sword to rescue him, because something more terrifying was happening.

I saw Kahn pressing forward coldly, with an expressionless face, waving his arms, and exerting force again with his fist on the dented position of the magic sword. With a clang, the sword body cracked with even bigger cracks, and then the Civilized Sacrifice The magic sword actually shattered on the spot.

The punch filled with the laws of the divine realm was firmly imprinted on Soderos's chest, and the dent was extremely shocking.

Phew~

Sodros spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were shattered in an instant. His sharp eyes quickly lost their brightness, turning into a dull gray in a few breaths, and the strong breath of life was dissipating.

The transcendent vitality has failed.

"Soderos!" The magic sword Clarice was shocked, and a soft light spread quickly to prevent his body from falling, but it could be seen to the naked eye that the inside of his body was completely broken, and the most terrifying thing was that there was no sign of rebirth at all.

The transcendent life force was completely ineffective and cut off under Kahn's punch.

"He's just... dead?" Casillas hurried over with a complicated look on his face. The steel blade in his right hand was still dripping with his own blood.

Before the war began, they had actually made corresponding psychological preparations and had the determination to move forward to challenge and break the thousand-year obsession that Kahn had brought to them.

The first apostle Kahn was too strong. They had practiced hard for two thousand years and one thousand years respectively, but they never had the confidence to say that their swords would definitely be able to hurt Kahn.

However, the romance of a swordsman may be that he goes to a desperate situation despite knowing it.

Someone dies, or both of them are wiped out, these are all considerations from the very beginning.

Casillas doesn't have much sadness in his heart, because sadness will not turn back time, will not bring the dead back to life, and is a meaningless expression of emotion.

I just feel it's a pity. Sodros is a respectable swordsman opponent and a pretty good friend.

"My blood has been burnt, and only the soul left with the last blow that killed me." The conqueror slowly turned to the first apostle, his eyes still unyielding and high!

After the last blow, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will still be left with serious injuries that are difficult to heal, and may even fall to the next level.

But it doesn't matter.

"Casillas, that's enough..." Clarice sighed sadly, and she also understood Sodros's desire to break the two-thousand-year-old nightmare.

Sodros had always ignored death and didn't take it to heart.

But enough is enough. The enemy is beyond imagination and is a natural enemy that is impossible to defeat. There is no need to waste precious lives anymore.

And you've made great progress, haven't you?

Think about it a long time ago, when faced with Casillas' full blow, Kahn folded his arms and responded indifferently, not even bothering to dodge.

Now he has started to fight back and punches frequently, which proves from the side that your growth is amazing.

You have been able to threaten his personal safety. Isn't that enough? Your goal has been achieved.

Casillas smiled with his devilish face, held up the blood-stained steel blade in front of him, and said calmly: "I understand everything you said, but, Clarice, the goal of our swordsmen is very... Pure, noble, as hard as this steel blade, I will not admit defeat to an enemy twice."

If you want to hurt Kahn, you have to hit him head-on. There is no room for using sweet words to soften it. That is a shame.

Clarice is silent, a pure and noble swordsman, willing to defend her pride with her life.

"Wait, Sodros?" Clarice was shocked, because behind the conqueror, a pale and translucent figure appeared, and its face looked like the dead Sodros.

A powerful soul body has the power to stay in the human world and affect reality. A powerful enough soul body can even exist forever, no different from ordinary life.

Of course, the premise is that you can always avoid the pursuit of the underworld.

"Soderos, please quickly inhabit the sword and turn into a sword spirit. You will be no different from me and can stay for a long time." The magic sword Clarice approached and proposed an idea.

Otherwise, if exposed like this for a long time, not only will the power of the soul gradually dissipate, but it will also easily attract the pursuit of messengers from the underworld.

Fortunately, Sodros's obsession was not a negative emotion, otherwise he might have turned into a terrifying ghost on the spot.

The sword intent of Sodros' soul body is still powerful, and every ray of soul power flowing outward can be transformed into the sound of the sword rising into the sky, but this state is by no means a long-term solution.

"If you live in this way, you are no different from an ant hiding in the dark. I don't really mean it." Sodroskan said passionately, looking at life and death very indifferently, without any panic expression.

Magic Sword Clarice cursed for a while, it was because she had no eyes, otherwise she would have given Sodros a displeased look.

I know your ideals are extremely lofty and pure, but look at what you said, does it make me feel guilty? It makes me look like a scoundrel.

"I saw the road spreading from the underworld." Sodros looked at the starry sky and sighed, as if he had given up his obsession and desire for survival and was heading towards the gate of the underworld.

"Wait a minute." Casillas suddenly stopped Sodros. His eyes were blazing and he said: "Why don't you swing the last sword with me, and then you will have a companion on the road. You know Qiyou."

Qiyou, who was scared away by the girls from the planet Aiken, was almost caught and used as a fertility helper. The girls were all big and round, with strong muscles, and they also had many strange horns, spikes, etc. on their bodies.

Even Ye Lin, who has a top version of the XP system, has been severely challenged by the aesthetic style of the Ghost Clan, saying that he is really not good enough and can't stand it.

When Casillas mentioned Qiyou, he was certainly not thinking of the girl from the Ghost Shadow Clan, but rather the special state in which Qiyou and Mohan, the Night Sword God, blended in life and death, becoming one human and ghost.

The two minds are connected, Qiyou's sword can cut through reality, and Mohan points directly to the soul. The cooperation of the two can exert the power of one plus one, which is greater than two.

As it happens, Casillas knows the secret of this coexistence.

If the last sword can achieve your lifelong ideal and survive by chance, there should be a way to solve the broken body of your body. For example, that woman Held is very good at pinching people.

"The last sword!" Casillas stretched out his hand. If this was the end of the world for you and me, wouldn't we be filled with regret, and it was hard to hide the unwillingness in his eyes?

My broken body can still swing the sword, but you and I have unyielding fighting spirits and high sword intent, so how about swinging the last sword? !

Soderos had a solemn expression and nodded slowly without much hesitation, walking towards Casillas' body and merging his soul with it.

boom!

In an instant, a stronger sword intent than before burst out, and the stars that buried millions of swords instantly turned into tiny fragments. Casillas's left arm twisted and turned into a pale and bloodless color.

Sodros's soul power is stronger than Kazan's originally, and it is enough to transform a body into a temporary residence, thus achieving a state of resonance between the two souls.

"Why the arm? If only you could change my big belly." In the tense atmosphere, Casillas said with a cold sense of humor.

"It's a bit interesting." The first apostle was still as cold as a piece of ice, but his eyes gradually became a little more interested, and there was also a hint of dignity that was not easy to detect.

beautiful world

The conqueror who was watching the battle drank heavily and shouted to Ye Lin in the distance: "Can I help him as a personality or a sword?"

"Of course, that fellow Kahn was also cheating."