The horizontal sword slashed diagonally, and with great strength, Dongchen flew out.
Annie was so frightened that she squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, her little body shaking wildly. The terrifying aura emanating from Erdai's body scared her so much that she didn't dare to move. Annie had never thought that a person could be so scary.
The corners of his eyes were cracked, and his heart was as sharp as a knife. Looking at Erdai rushing forward, Dongchen, who was in mid-air, couldn't care about anything else.
The left hand was held empty and stretched forward, the azure soul mark brightened, and the ghost claws flew out.
"You idiot, come here!"
The power of souls collides, one for protection and the other for destruction.
During the stalemate, Erdai turned around tremblingly and grinned, a strange smile that was eerie and hard to understand.
What does this guy want to do?
"Dasha, Erdai will avenge you. Mom, wait for me!"
Risking everything, just for one blow. In just a few chases, Erdai has already understood that trying to catch up with Dongchen at his own speed is just a delusion. Although Erdai is sure that he can crush Dongchen to pieces with just one blow.
.But this blow is not something that can be expected, so Erdai has to gamble and bet everything.
The souls are fighting, a fight of life and death. The strength of a person's soul has little connection with the inside and outside. King Napoleon of the Sea Star is extremely powerful on the outside, but his soul is extremely weak on the inside. How can single-celled animals compare with humans?
The name of the Spirit of All Things is not in vain. Because of this, Dongchen can easily kill the Sea Star King. But this does not mean that Dongchen can beat Erdai, not to mention that Erdai is still crazy now.
The soul with the will of life and death has a wonderful sublimation, which is extremely difficult to deal with. If you don't do it well, you will die. But Annie is in danger, Dongchen has to fight.
Erdai got wise in his haste and hit Dongchen's weak point, which also won him a chance.
A desperate opportunity.
Before the soul mark and ghost claws flew out, Dong Chen never thought that a person's soul could be like this.
Give up control of the soul, all thoughts turn into one blow, and the mind and body are unified.
Perfect!
Maybe Erdai's level is not high, maybe Erdai is not a strong person. But this blow is perfect, but it is eternal.
In an instant, youth comes from the east with a punch.
With the help of Dongchen's ghost claws to pull, Erdai clenched his right hand with a grim smile and raised his fist as big as a casserole.
A fatal blow, Annie closed her eyes in despair.
A canopy of dirty blood splattered, and green leaves flew high.
The second one was dumbfounded, his eyes wide open in a daze.
His fist was still half an inch away from Dongchen's chest, only half an inch away.
Disappointment, unwillingness, resentment... the light and dark in Erdai's eyes changed, various emotions rotated, blood surged, and finally turned into a memory of relief.
Landing with a bang, Dongchen gasped greedily. At the moment of life and death, although the punch did not hit hard, it squeezed out all the air in his lungs.
Looking down at the dead Erdai, Dongchen slowly sheathed his sword, and his original idea of cutting his body into pieces was quietly shattered.
Two wooden tablets, a pile of loess, and fine dust slipped from the fingertips and scattered one after another.
The grudges in the past are gone, whether they were enemies or friends before, they are meaningless now.
Men, women, enemies, friends, regardless of hatred or love, as long as they die, they are all called corpses.
There is a difference when you are alive, but it is actually the same when you are dead.
The last bit of dust was gone, Dongchen sighed, and Annie buried her head in Christina's arms. This was the first time she faced cruelty.
Should, shouldn't? Dongchen didn't have any regrets. As a leader, when encountering difficulties, the first thing to think about is how to solve them, rather than blaming others, let alone regrets.
It would be nice if something didn't happen... All these things are just the words of the incompetent.
Human nature, nature? Complex emotions.
Suddenly looking back, the lonely Catherine was holding the splint with a dull look on her face. The death of her two sisters was a huge blow to her.
"What to do next?" Christina patted Annie's back gently, looked at Dongchen, and then looked at Catherine who shook her head helplessly.
After exhaling a long breath, Dongchen raised his head and looked into the sky: "There are still two days. Our goal is to find Jasmine. This battle must be resolved as soon as possible."
Yes, this battle must be resolved as soon as possible.
In the deep seabed, several playing blue whales screamed in unison, whipped their tails and raised large bubbles, and turned to escape. Behind them, a huge black warship seemed to be sailing from ancient times, and several blue whales were like small fishes in front of it.
"Have you found the little fat one?" The captain stood on the high platform. A man wearing a dark green silver military uniform and black-soled high-tie combat boots stood with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the slightly raised mustache, which was ridiculous and funny. But standing beside him
The secretary-general beside him did not dare to make any move: "Report to the consul, the young master has not been found yet."
"not yet?"
The cold eyes suddenly hit him, and the secretary-general felt sweat on his forehead, and his heart felt cold.
"Give you a chance to explain." The tone was flat without any trace of blame, but it contained endless murderous intent. The Secretary-General swallowed hard and couldn't help but think of his predecessor, who was unlucky enough to be stuffed into a torpedo launcher and thrown into the deep sea, where he was instantly crushed and exploded.
ghost.
"My lord, the young master left the portable signal transmitter you gave him at home, and I really can't find it." After thinking about it for a while, the secretary-general decided to tell the truth.
The man in military uniform turned around in two steps, raised his hand to flip up his military cap, straightened his one-star collar, and slapped the Secretary-General in the face of uneasiness.
The snow-white gloves were stained with a few bits of scarlet. Soraka Taillon took them off in disgust and threw them to the secretary-general who was lying on the ground and did not dare to get up: "Trash, I can't find any car driven by the fat man. Leave him alone."
What's the use of you? Guard, drag him down to feed the fish."
"yes!"
In response, two expressionless guards, one on each side, grabbed the secretary-general's feet and tried to drag them out. The secretary-general, who knew he would have no chance to speak if he didn't explain, was anxious: "Consul, please listen to my explanation, young master.
My car is parked right next to the island.”
With a raised finger, the guard let go. After getting the opportunity, the secretary-general hurriedly got up and tried to rush back, but was glared at by Tai Lung.
"I'll give you one minute. If you can't satisfy me, you can't even feed the fish."
The extremely terrifying murderous intention was pressing on his shoulders, and the Secretary-General, who was already unsteady on his feet, suddenly collapsed to the ground, and Tai Lung's eyes became filled with dissatisfaction.
"Your Majesty the Consul, the young master's car is parked in the northwest of the island, but the search team did not find anyone. Judging from the situation, judging from the situation, the young master seems to have gone to that forest."
His body turned suddenly, and he smacked the console with both palms, making a muffled sound. Soraka Talon silently stroked his beard, raised two fingers and waved back. The secretary-general who had been paying attention was immediately dumbfounded: "
Your Majesty the Consul, please... vomit again..."
The secretary-general who wanted to speak was shut up with a kick. Two guards grabbed each of his kicks and dragged him down. The high metal steps were one by one, and the secretary-general's head was banging rhythmically.
, the whole face was blurred when it reached the bottom.
With a cold gaze, Soraka Talon clenched his fists as he glanced at the bloody stains. If Fatty dies, you will all be buried with him.
"Send the order, unblock the weapons depot, prepare for war."