Life Copy Game

The sword-like blade did not fall towards Serrat, but fell on the lid of the open coffin in front of He Ao.

The coffin lid that was originally suspended in the air was violently stirred by the sharp sword blade, and suddenly flew out, flying towards Serrat's head like a stream of light.

The coffin boards blocked the light from the sky, and a brief shadow concealed Serrat's body.

Serrat raised the golden sword in his hand, jumped up, split the flying coffin board in two, and then slashed towards the position where He Ao was standing.

As for He Ao, when he lifted up the coffin board, he used his legs to do a side somersault and flew away from the place.

boom--

The huge golden sword hit the coffin where He Ao had just stood, smashing the entire coffin into pieces.

Serrat flew up and landed on the coffins in the third row, holding a golden sword and looking at He Ao.

There were eight sword rings on the back of the thick sword.

He Ao glanced at the big knife, then glanced at Serat's body, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just at the moment when the shadow of his coffin board covered Serrat's body, in the vision of his consciousness, the energy circuit in Serrat's body flickered.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the light above his head.

The brilliance of this dark space has no light source. When you look up, there is only a hazy radiance and unpeepable darkness.

It's like this light is generated from darkness.

In the spiritual vision, the surrounding darkness is full of twisted patterns, and occasionally one or two strange 'lights' flash through these twisted patterns.

In the space where the light shines, the twisted patterns also exist, but they mainly form the platform where the two people stood before, and there are very few in the space where the light shines.

Seeing He Ao's movements, Serrat's eyes narrowed slightly, and then without any hesitation, he held the thick golden sword in both hands, jumped out, and slashed towards He Ao's face.

He Ao turned his sword sideways and put it on his shoulder, blocking the swinging sword at once. The sharp sword body suddenly pressed down the moment it collided with the sword, almost touching He Ao's neck.

He Ao gritted his teeth and used his arms to hold on to the big knife.

boom--

The powerful force was transmitted to the coffin at his feet, and the entire coffin was smashed into pieces with a bang.

He Ao's body sank.

In the endless darkness, a pale hand covered with corpse spots slowly stretched out and grabbed He Ao's ankle.

At the same time, Serrat stepped on the adjacent coffin, raised the golden sword again, changed from chopping to sweeping, and swept towards He Ao's body with a power that could easily cut He Ao into two pieces.

He Ao's already lost foot suddenly stepped on the palm stretched out in the darkness, and then leaned back with the help of the force, his body was almost lying flat and he jumped backwards.

Hands stretched out from the endless darkness, as dense as seaweed, trying to grab He Ao's body.

However, the height of He Ao's body was just a little above the limit of the reach of these palms, so He Ao's body followed the swaying palms and flew to a coffin at the rear.

At this time, Serrat, who had cut the air with a sword, was tilted forward by the thick blade. A pale arm suddenly seized the opportunity, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him into the darkness.

The moment he was caught by the palm of his hand, Serrat glanced at He Ao, raised the golden sword, and suddenly swung it. Several golden crescent-shaped blades were like a goddess scattering flowers, and slashed at He Ao who had not yet stood firm. .

He Ao quickly raised his sword, and the sword light flew, smashing the golden sword energy flying in front of him one after another.

Although the number of this sword energy has increased, the power of each one has become smaller. It seems that Serrat hastily released it when he was unable to aim.

When He Ao destroyed the sword energy flying towards him, other scattered sword energy shattered the nearby coffin.

As bursts of flying debris exploded in front of He Ao's eyes, he could only vaguely see Serrat being dragged into the darkness by one hand after another.

During that process, Serrat's energy circuit seemed to be dimming rapidly.

And as Serat was pulled into the darkness, the entire space became silent for a moment.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind. He raised his head and glanced at the flowing and twisted patterns and the escaping light in his spiritual vision.

Then without hesitation, he held the sword in both hands and struck behind him with one sword.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly burst out from the darkness and struck his back.

The pure white knight's sword collided with the golden broadsword. The sword in He Ao's hand trembled, and bits of scattered golden light splashed out on the thick broadsword.

The coffin under He Ao's feet exploded to pieces again. Under the powerful force, his body flew backwards. After smashing a coffin behind him, he hit the platform, knocking out a cracked platform. of depression.

At this time, Serrat flew forward without any hesitation and struck with his sword. He wanted to take advantage of the situation to deal with He Ao.

He Ao stared at Serat in the air, put his elbows on the ground, raised his legs and arched them. Then, just as Serat was about to approach him, he suddenly stretched out his legs and kicked him.

Serrat, who was in the air, was kicked out and flew backwards, smashing a coffin on the edge of the platform before stopping.

And He Ao bent his feet downward at the same time, and stood up again with a carp push.

At this moment, in the open coffin that He Ao had just come out of in the third row, he carefully poked his head out and looked at the red-haired woman who was fighting like a stream of light. He glanced at the surroundings where the battle between He Ao and Serrat looked like paper boxes. The coffin was casually blown to pieces, and he looked up at the coffin lid suspended in the air next to him.

After a brief thought, she reached out and slammed the lid of the coffin, pushing it upwards.

The muscles in her arms bulged and her face turned red, but she could not push the coffin lid that was easily lifted by He Ao even half an inch.

Then she hesitated, took out the black throwing knife, pointed it at the coffin lid, and slashed hard.

The sharp blade scratched through what looked like an ordinary wooden coffin lid, leaving only a shallow mark on the coffin lid.

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Realizing that she was overweight, she retracted the throwing knife and turned to look at the platform below again.

"Little Iroh, you are very smart."

Serrat stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Ao with a smile.

"cough-"

He Ao coughed, glanced at the blood on his palm, raised his knight's sword and stared at Serat.

He was looking at Serat at the moment, but his eyes were not entirely on Serat. Instead, he was using his spiritual vision to scan the surrounding dark space without leaving any trace.

The 'brilliance' that symbolizes the power of eternal light floating around in the surrounding space seems to be a little less.

This small amount is not much, and it is hidden in the dense twisted patterns. It would be difficult to detect it if He Ao didn't pay close attention and look carefully.

Relatively speaking, Serrat, who had just been slightly injured by He Ao's counterattack, seemed to have fully recovered from his injury at this moment.

He Ao took a deep breath and moved his gaze to Serrat's chest. There was a slight rise and fall there, and most of the damage to Serrat's chest seemed to have recovered.

However, the level of ups and downs was not much better than when he entered the darkness just now, and it was far from the speed of recovery before.

Although the lack of radiance will make Serrat's energy circuit unstable, it will not completely disappear. He will not die if he enters the darkness, but his recovery speed will be slower.

He Ao took half a step back and glanced at the cracked depression on the platform he had just knocked out. Under the hazy light, the cracks connecting to the darkness below were being 'repaired' by the rapid formation of new stone slabs. .

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind, and on his shoulders, the color of the bloody butterfly was already very light.

This means that Alice's power is about to run out and he doesn't have much time.

At this time, Serrat also raised his head and glanced at the paper butterfly on He Ao's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It seems that you don't have much power anymore, little Yiluo, you are very talented and smart. If If you can follow the great eternal light, I can leave a whole body for you."

The back of the golden sword in his hand had nine rings superimposed on it, and a heavy sense of power spread invisibly. He raised the golden sword slightly and continued to stare at He Ao.

"I think you should have understood that I am 'immortal'. My strength will not diminish due to the passage of time or injuries. Even if my body is completely broken, I will recover quickly. You have no chance of winning. "

And He Ao just glanced at the paper butterfly on his shoulder, looked at him calmly, raised the knight's sword in his hand, "When people are killed, they will die. This church will not be without its weaknesses."

The light-colored paper butterfly seemed to understand what He Ao meant, and the butterfly wings slowly opened.

In the spiritual vision, the twisted patterns and streams of light in the surrounding dark space seemed to be stirred by some force and began to become chaotic.

The blood color on the paper butterfly's body became lighter even faster.

Serrat raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sense of crisis arose in his heart. He looked at He Ao and clenched the golden sword in his hand.

Then the two sides started almost at the same time, and the two streams of light collided in the air.

scandium--

With a crisp sound, the swords crossed each other.

The two figures passed each other and then turned around at the same time.

He Ao's knight sword was lighter and faster. He lunged forward without hesitation, thrust out the sword, and stabbed Serrat's chest again.

Serrat raised the golden sword with his backhand, the tip of the sword facing downwards, and while protecting his heart, he turned He'ao's knight's sword aside.

But even so, the sharp knight's sword still pierced his side of the chest.

At this moment, under the spiritual vision, the 'glow' dissipating in the surrounding dark space disappeared a little, and the twisted patterns became even more chaotic.

However, some areas remain stable.

Serrat paused, flipped the blade, and cut towards He Ao along the blade.

He Ao immediately drew his sword and retreated. He pinned the golden sword and slashed towards Serat's neck.

Although attacking the vital points cannot kill Serrat, it seems to be able to cause some damage, otherwise he would not protect the vital points subconsciously.

Serrat held the sword in both hands and forcefully pinned He Ao's knight sword back, and slashed the blade towards He Ao.

The two flipped their swords over each other, pushed towards each other, and clashed several times in a very short period of time. In the end, Heao's sword blade got stuck between the rings on the back of Serrat's sword, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Serrat suddenly raised the knife and let go. The thick blade instantly flipped around the fulcrum where the blade and the back of the sword were stuck, bypassing He Ao's knight sword, and slashed towards He Ao's chest.

He Ao immediately stepped back to dodge, but his shoulder was still scratched by the sharp blade, and blood with orange-purple glory splashed out.

Serrat lowered his body, caught the blade that flipped around in the air, and then without hesitation held the knife with both hands and struck at He Ao again.

He Ao quickly raised his sword with one hand to block it in front of him, but his arm was slightly shaken by the thick golden sword. The hilt of the knight's sword rubbed against the palm of his hand, leaving blood marks, and he almost dropped the knight's sword in his hand.

Serrat's combat literacy and combat experience far exceeded Rockaway.

At this time, Serrat had already spotted the opportunity, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and the back of the knife with one hand. With this grip, the blade quickly retracted, changed direction, and then held the knife with one hand and reached forward. He came out and raised it suddenly, ready to disarm He Ao directly when He Ao's sword became unstable.

Seeing Serrat picking up the sword, He Ao did not return the sword to defend himself this time. If he returned the sword, the knight's sword would be directly knocked away by the thick sword.

So he raised his sword and thrust out without hesitation, hitting the ring on the back of the golden broadsword with his sword, and stuck the sword tip into the ring.

Then he pulled hard and pushed the sword aside. At the same time, he also shortened the distance between Serrat and him. Then he flew up and kicked Serrat in the throat.

At the same time, Serrat used force, trying to separate the knight sword and the golden sword, but at this time, He Ao had already kicked him in the throat.

With a slight sound that seemed like his throat was breaking, Serrat flew backwards and smashed a coffin on the edge of the platform.

The knight's sword and the golden broadsword escaped from the master's control at the same time, splashed out, and penetrated into the ground not far away.

He Ao did not pick up the knight's sword, but rushed directly towards Serat with a single arrow.

At this moment, the paper butterfly on his shoulder was flapping its wings rapidly, as if some underlying rules were rioting in the entire space, and the chaos of the twisted patterns in the surrounding dark space became more and more obvious.

Because of Serrat's injury, part of the 'brilliance' in those twisted patterns further disappeared.

This makes the surrounding space seem to have fewer ‘stabilizers’, and chaos spreads further.

At the same time, some invisible 'power' also spreads in the dark space, maintaining the order of this space.

And at this moment, He Ao tried to slightly 'accept' the nonsense in his mind, bringing himself one step closer to the 'truth'.

Those twisted patterns stretched out in his 'vision' in an instant, and the three-dimensional space spread out like an unrolled scroll under He Ao's gaze like a lawn.

And among these 'tiled' patterns, a strong light flashed across his field of vision.

Food, gardens, dancing, endless beautiful 'scenes' broke into his thoughts at this moment.

found it!

He Ao immediately regained consciousness, and bright red blood flowed from his eyes.

All of this developed in a very short period of time, and He Ao also arrived in front of Serrat at this moment.

Serrat, who had just stood up, seemed to have felt the 'change' just now. He raised his head and looked at He Ao with some shock, "Your ability is..."

He responded with a kick from He Aofei.

Serrat raised his hand across his chest to block He Ao's flying kick. At the same time, he raised his foot and kicked He Ao.

He Ao's body was kicked by this kick and flew backwards, hitting another coffin not far away, smashing the coffin into pieces.

"But it doesn't matter,"

Serrat stared at He Ao and rushed directly towards He Ao, "Even if you find it, you still have no ability to destroy it. I will use your corpse to set up a new 'trap'."

He Ao did not answer his words, but stood up and somersaulted, landing on the coffins in the second row.

Serrat jumped up and punched He Ao.

And at the moment when Serrat rushed towards He Ao and fought with He Ao, the motionless man with glasses who was lying on the platform with his chest crushed turned his eyes slightly and looked at Serrat and He Ao. He Ao two people.

At this moment, both of them were seriously injured, and it seemed that they had reached the last moment.

He slowly tightened the radiant corona in his hand, and moved the pointer of the corona little by little, aiming at the location of the two of them.

At this moment, the red-haired woman in the third row poked her head out of the coffin and looked at the man with glasses.

In her field of vision, the man with glasses remained motionless, as if he was indeed dead.

Then she raised her gaze, seeming to look in He Ao's direction again.

As she looked away, the bespectacled man who had been noticed to be motionless began to move the radiant corona again.

At this moment, a jet-black blade of light flew towards him. The bespectacled man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the black blade of light.

"Small···"

At this time, the red-haired woman was already looking in the direction of He Ao, opening her mouth to shout.

But she didn't make a sound. Her throat seemed to be invaded by some force, and it was blocked like melted ice cream, making it impossible to make any sound.

But she reacted immediately, stretched out her hand, and smashed the coffin lid, trying to make a sound to attract the two fighting men.

The moment she raised her hand, the man with glasses had already adjusted the direction of the glorious corona.

He originally wanted to wait, but the red-haired woman's 'discovery' made his time suddenly tense.

But he still hesitated because he didn't know whether this blow would be useful. It might be able to kill the child, but it might not be able to kill Serat.

Serrat had already suffered an attack from the Glory Corona once before.

The energy of the radiant corona can only attack three times in total, once to break the shield, once to attack Serrat, and now it is the last time.

Although the red-haired woman can sound a reminder, if he moves quickly enough, he can also prevent her from making any reminder at all. The two people who have fought to the point of anxiety may not be able to notice it in a short time.

Therefore, the red-haired woman's threat to him was not so urgent that it was necessary to activate the radiant corona at this moment.

But once something goes wrong with the red-haired woman, it will only be a matter of time before the two find out that he is not dead.

His current combat power is weaker than both of them, and only one chance of the Glory Sun can help him reverse the situation.

Countless thoughts flashed through the bespectacled man's mind, and he was stuck in a decision-making process.

His eyes were fixed on He Ao and Serat who were already entangled with each other.

Next time, it will be difficult to have this opportunity.

Finally, he made his choice.

The bright golden light instantly coated the pure white corona with color.

At this time, He Ao, who was fighting closely with Serat, had a smile on his lips.

He held back Serrat's straight punch, turned around along his arm, leaned his back against Serrat's arm, and slammed his elbow out, hitting Serrat's temple hard.

Orange-colored blood splashed from Serat's temple.

Serrat's whole body stiffened.

At this moment, the positions of He Ao and Serrat had changed from facing each other to side by side.

The bright golden light burst out like a stream of light, tearing through the hazy darkness.

A huge ball that seemed to be made up of countless arms appeared in everyone's field of vision. The bright light instantly tore apart the pale arms that tried to block the light, tearing apart the twisted ball.

The twisted light hit the center of the sphere.