Soshiyan, who was hit on the wall, had not reacted yet, and the opponent's second strike followed one after another, hitting him directly on the chest, and then lifting him up high.
Considering that he is wearing a Terminator now, the opponent's speed is not only terrifying, but also extremely terrifying.
In an instant, the whole world flashed for a moment, and then a strong light flashed by, and the shadow fled around.
Soshiyang's armor was broken, and blood drops as big as needle tips splattered into the air.
He was thrown out like that.
The spiritual tribe put down his hands, and shadows outlined its appearance. It was a face that was frozen with anger and howling. The red silk behind his head had also turned into fluffy red temples.
"this--"
Soshiyang opened his mouth and gasped hard, trying to support himself with his knees.
Then the Dark Spirit Clan half turned around and raised his arms. The blades on the wall flew into his hands like life - Soshiyang noticed that its hands were blood-colored.
Then the monster turned around, waved it, and finished it in one go.
This time the blow was neither too anxious nor too fast, as if the gods in the world were touching mortals with contempt. The blades seemed thin, but had a real weight.
It hit Soshiyang's chest, causing his head to tilt backwards, and blood gushed out from between his broken teeth.
Few enemies can make Soshiyang helpless, but the dark spirit clan in front of him reminded him of the howling banshee he had met with - the speed of the two was almost the same, but the attack in front of him was even more fierce, fierce and fatal.
But he now thinks he is not as good as Saiveta. Gray may be able to suppress psychic energy, but it is not very useful to enemies who are good at combat skills.
When Soshiyang fell to the ground, the shadow still stood solemnly, and the two blades were held casually beside him. His existence was like a towering thunder cloud, roaring silently.
Soshiyang struggled to stand up, and through the broken eyepiece, he saw the body surrounded by black mist change between several pictures: the tall black shadow human figure, its face and hands were blood red, and it was like a king wearing a burning laurel crown on his head.
"You can't be led by his nose."
Soshiyang held his footing and activated the extremely dark field to turn into a rotating cloud, and the air was filled with coldness and nothingness.
But facing the storm that could freeze the soul, the existence laughed loudly. Soshiyang felt that the laughter was like a thousand razors gently stroking the inner side of his skull.
"This is the virtue of the dog of the Lord of Humanity?"
He stepped forward, and another huge force pushed Soshiyang away. The Space Marine who had just stood up immediately fell to the ground with her back facing down.
This situation of no fight back was ashamed of Soshiyan, who forced himself to stand up, and the other party once again slammed his back.
The Terminator armor immediately cracked, and Soshiyan fell heavily to the ground again.
The opponent kicked another shot. In the powerful movement, Soshiyang was kicked over by the kick and lay on his back.
Then, the double blades pressed against Soshiyang's chest.
"You really disappoint me, the little warrior of the Lord of the Rotten Corpse."
After playing for so long, this was the first time the other party faced Soshiyang from close range, with a low voice and calmness.
"Beg for mercy, I may let you go."
Soshiyang looked up at the other party. Although his face was covered with blood, it was filled with toughness and shock.
"It's you who deserves to beg for mercy."
He quietly saw that his hand had already pressed the magic script on his waist and gently lifted the closure set by Seveta.
"Sing—"
At first, it was just a messy mixture, and then it gradually merged into a hymn. The tone of neither male nor female was like a sob fanaticism. Soshiyan couldn't even hear these lyrics clearly, but felt as if he was standing on the shore of a sea of believers, and the singing was like an inhuman chant.
Suddenly, the singing turned into a high-pitched whistle, tearing apart the dimensions of reality and nothingness.
"Um?"
Amidst a low cry of surprise, the Dark Spirit Clan suddenly pulled away from Soshiyang.
"You actually use the power of the demon?"
"Terror against aliens, use any means."
Sure enough, Soshiyang guessed that the Slaane Demon should be able to restrain the Spirit Clan.
But just laughed.
"Do you think this is enough?"
When the other party moved, Suo Shiyang immediately raised his sword to block it, then his body suddenly sank and his feet fell into the ground three inches.
This time he captured the other party's dynamics, but as he said, it was still not enough.
The Dark Spirit immediately launched a series of rapid blade attacks, and the two swords passed by Soshiyang's heavy shoulder armor, causing him to shake.
The singing continued, but the opponent's blade became more violent, and the unparalleled speed collided with the Holy Flame Sword.
"bring it on!"
Soshiyan boosted his spirits and welcomed the sword lights all over the sky with stable efficiency.
He steadily put his feet in order to welcome the new life. The collision and rebound of the three weapons can only be seen as the afterimage is twisted, and sparks burst out from both blades and flashes in the darkness. The violent situation is full of murderous intent.
After blocking the opponent's attack, Soshiyang turned his back with a sword.
But the other party had already flashed away and even flew around Soshiyang, which was almost difficult to detect how it maintained balance.
The next moment, the blade flew like a star, like a storm, and was unstoppable.
This offensive almost suffocated Soshiyan. This was the first time he had encountered such a strong man. The opponent's sense of oppression was even more terrifying than Vita!
"You know very little about the subspace, it will come for you, and it is kind to kill you here. I have seen your future fall into darkness and drag your soul!"
"Shut up!"
The two passed through the haze like arrows, then came to the throne where the shadows were high before, smashing the table and breaking the pillars.
"I'm tired of it."
After kicking Soshiyang away with one kick, the Dark Spirit Clan's cloak was suddenly filled with the hot upward airflow and spread out like wings.
For a moment, it looked like a phantom of the underworld, a ghost devoured by nothingness, eternal and evil.
Soshiyang held the sword in both hands, took a step back, panting.
He thought he was not slow, but compared to the other party, he seemed so slow, and it was not easy for him to remain undefeated.
"Go to the side of the rotten corpse and accus it-"
The existence turned into the shadow of death and strode towards him, his voice was low and tough, and hatred had condensed into his new mask. Soshiyang's stiff breath suddenly became low and rapid.
Around them, the shadows cast by the pillars kept shaking, responding to waves of energy fluctuations.
"This is what he asked for. I have already reminded him that the end of that road is only nightmare."
Soshiyan decided to take the initiative, so he raised his arm and shot a string of explosive bombs, then waved his sword to the top.
The other party avoided his explosive bomb, opened his sword, then raised his left hand and slashed straight to Suoshiyang's neck.
Soshiyang blocked the situation in a panic. In the flash of lightning, the other party slashed the knife downward, slid under the neck protection, and cut a terrifying long mouth on Soshiyang's breastplate.
This time, the blade cut very deep, cutting off the broken armor and penetrated into its lower chest cavity.
"Um--"
Soshyang's expression was very painful, and he suddenly pulled away, opened the other party's knife with his arm, and staggered back.
At the same time, something also slid out from the crack in his breastplate—