Gamers Are Fierce

The sound of cracking eggshells resounded in the shadow of the bronze bell,

　　 Under the helmet, Michael's eyes suddenly burst into flames.

　　 Om

　　The cross sword burns blazingly, completely shattering the bronze bell shadow,

　　 The four wings behind Michael were fanned by a violent wind, which carried her into the air, overlooking the battlefield.

　　 In the eyes of other players and detectors, Michael, who is emitting endless light and heat, is as dazzling as a small sun, and the dim floor space is illuminated like daylight.

　　""

　　After a very short period of thought, Michael swung his sword towards the wild lion.

　　The sword of flame skyrocketed more than two hundred meters in mid-air. Under the sacred flame, whether it was a rock pillar or a light cannon, it melted and assimilated.

　　 boom! ! !

　　 The concrete lion claw formed by the condensation of the demon flame hit the sword of flame,

　　 The air is repeatedly compressed, folded, and twisted, eventually forming a mighty shock wave visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

　　 Ant king, hypochondriasis and others were blown away directly by the shock wave,

　　 The side of Truth, whose spiritual power was seriously consumed, and Hornheim flashed to the rear in time, watching from a distance,

　　The pirates formed by the combination of violent fire and Ambori still stand on the spot, and the black sail phantom floating behind them releases their treacherous power to resist the howling wind,

　　 Su Nisheng hangs his hands on his side, and a hemispherical barrier rises in front of him to block all the shock waves and the heat that burns the ground.

　　 The flames of the Wild Lion and Michael are completely opposite in nature.

　　 The former can swallow energy and freeze the surrounding things into ice,

　　 and the latter burns everything equally.

　　 Whether it is a mortal body, a metal stone, or an energy barrier created by other types of extraordinary powers, as long as it is touched by the sword of flame, it will burn and melt.

　　 The two forces competed against each other, and in the end, the Flame Sword was even better.

　　 The lion's claws condensed from the demon flame trembled violently in mid-air, and burst into disintegration with a loud bang,

　　 The scattered demon flames are assimilated by the sword of flames.

"Ok?"

　　 Michael's voice sounded under the helmet, the lion's claws were not broken by her, but the old power was exhausted, the new power was not born, and it collapsed on its own without being supplemented by the demon power.

　　""

　　 She moved her eyes to look at the wild lion,

　　 At this moment, the decay of the demon leader’s body is finally relieved,

　　 The tentacles stuck on it, swelling and squirming, seem to transport something into the body of the wild lion,

　　 Fascia, muscles, blood vessels grow on the bones,

　　 is covered with a layer of skin.

　　 But unlike before, the newly grown skin is bluish-black, similar to the upper tentacles, and the skin surface also has spikes, spinous process bundles, and scissors-like fork spines.

　　 looks hideous and ugly, hard to describe.

"Roar"

　　 The sharp pain that pierced the soul made the wild lion roar and roar,

　　 A force completely different from the demon power, madly poured out of his body.

　　 supernatural power,

　　 the mighty, ferocious and violent divine power, emitting a bluish-black light that is visible to the naked eye and full of ominous meaning,

　　 Thousands of sharp screams sounded inexplicably in the air, and the harsh noise made Taihao's face paler. He slapped his palms quickly, causing the Qilong to separate countless strands of clouds, covering the ears of his surrounding companions.

　　 Just hearing the sound, the sanity value dropped by more than 400 points

　　 Taihao's face was like gold paper. Looking at the sight of the wild lion, many indescribable phantoms appeared inexplicably, and his sight gradually became distorted and blurred.

　　God, do not look directly.

　　 Taihao shook his heart, his eyes narrowed into a gap, he no longer looked at the wild lion, tried his best to clear the hallucinations just now, and shouted: "The ritual of the gods has not been completely completed! Please interrupt now!"

　　倏

　　 The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and his out-of-control face was expressionless, and he flashed behind the last figure in gray robe by the security gate, and punched through his chest.

boom.

　　 The heart of the gray-robed figure was squeezed out of the **** palms out of control, and the hood was shaken backwards, revealing his face.

　　The appearance of the gray-robed man is very difficult to describe,

　　 Its skin is bluish-gray, its skull is round and without edges, its face is slightly flat, its red and turbid eyes are prominent, its sharp nose protrudes forward like a marine sailfish, and its sides have sharp barbs.

　　 On the edge of the neck, there are lighter colored gills, which are constantly trembling.

　　 shows bright red gills with sharp needles.

　　 The face covered with transparent mucus, like some kind of humanoid fish creature,

　　 Looking at this face, it is easy to think of adjectives such as ugly, evil, low intelligence, only biological instinct but no moral concepts. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

　　 This is not due to discrimination in terms of race, culture, or individual appearance, but a kind of strong sense of sight in the dark, just like the first impression of the transcendent on the species such as goblins.

　　 The only remaining figure in gray robe, or amphibian murloc,

　　 its heart has been pinched,

　　 In the gills and mouth and nose of the fish, light red blood is constantly flowing,

　　 But its singing has not stopped,

　　In his flat fish lips, he continued to spit out murky, obscure and evil whispers.

　　 sizzle

Out of control with a blank face, with a little force on his hand, he tore the amphibian life into two pieces, threw it on the ground, and shook off the mucus on the palm at will. The liquid seemed to have corrosive function, corroding the soil into shallow pits. , But failed to penetrate the uncontrolled skin.

　　The whispers of the gray-robed man finally stopped.

　　 But in the dark space below the security door, there was a more high-pitched scream.

　　 "The ritual has reached its final stage,"

　　In the right eye socket of the wild lion, there was no eyeball, but a blue-black tentacle.

　　It is shrouded in its own divine power, staring at the surrounding players, enduring the pain, and with a grim expression: "Exchange of flesh and blood, transfer of divine power, fusion of divine and soul, control of will.

　　 Did you hear that?

　　 its crying. "