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Chapter 130 Rebirth in Destruction

Finally liberated, pieces of stardust flew up, and Longinus turned into light smoke below his knees.

"Cover, I don't have much time."

Looking blankly at the woman who suddenly became strong, Dongchen rushed out with the sharp knife in his hand. Don't have much time? If you don't have much time, kill them.

The killing sword in the army can kill with one strike!

Go forward indomitably and leave no one behind. What you want is this domineering spirit.

Give it to me and die!

The wolf was running wildly, and he had to run. Running sounded nice, but in fact he was running for his life, running around Safeleg and King Arthur.

Two strong men fighting life and death were surrounded by a swarm of flies. This was originally impossible to happen. As long as you wave your hand, all the flies and bugs will turn into ashes. However, Dongchen is not a fly, and Dongchen is fast enough.

Quick, people are cruel enough.

Whenever someone forces him into a corner, Dongchen starts to risk his life.

If there is no other threat, either Safeleg or Arthur Hebrew can pay a small price to destroy Dongchen. But the bad thing is that they are fighting each other.

Do you expect the other party to talk about chivalry and not take action?

That's pure bullshit.

As for the two parties joining forces to kill Dongchen first?

It's a good idea, but it's unrealistic. It's impossible for two people who have already fought each other to trust each other. What if the other party stabs them?

The strange battle situation creates strange things. No one knows how long this strange battle scene will last. After all, Savleg and King Arthur cannot fight wholeheartedly. And Dongchen can't kill anyone no matter how hard he fights. The anxious battle...

If there are no accidents, the momentum will definitely last for a long time. Although it is unlikely to last for two days like Safeleg's solo battle with Vincent Mater, it will not be too short.

It was precisely after Longinus saw this that he decided to fight in advance.

Time waits for no one, it's time for him to go back. Although the woman's body is good, he is a man.

The spear that penetrates time and space will surely hit the target. Longinus' long rainbow pierces the sun, and his elegance is unparalleled. This spear will make the years sing and time will stand still.

Shooting three people with one shot, Longsinus finally freed them all.

"This is fate." Longinus looked back with a satisfied smile that gradually dissipated.

In terms of ability, he is not as good as King Arthur. In terms of force, he is not as good as Safeleg. But in terms of desperate effort, both kings are not as good as him.

who is he?

He is Longinus, the slayer of gods, the one who pierced the father's chest with his own hands.

He was a little soldier, a little soldier who was supposed to be unknown and ordinary until death. A little soldier who was supposed to disappear in the torrent of history and be insignificant.

An opportunity changed his life. Longinus, who had no faith, took a fearless shot. His eyes became bright and his soul found sustenance. The glory of his father enveloped him.

However, Longinus did not believe in the Father, which sounds strange, but it is true.

As a heroic spirit, Longinus has seen too much. The so-called father is nothing more than people's beliefs, and this belief is often exploited by people with ulterior motives.

The church is the holiest place in the world, and it is also the filthiest place in the world.

There are holy people there and there are evil demons.

Longinus only believed in himself, and he gave his name to the spear in his hand.

This shot is eternity and faith.

Three blood arrows were flying, stars were falling, Dongchen stood blankly in the air, jasmine flowers bloomed, and the little devil returned happily.

"Brother, Jasmine likes you." The petite body leaned forward and gave a gentle kiss. The little devil smacked his lips, narrowed his eyes with a blushing face, and scratched his cheek playfully: "Take good care of Annie! Don't do it.

Farewell, my first love. Farewell, my love. Father, Jasmine is here."

The palm that was stretched out blankly was surrounded by stars, and disappeared without a trace when the wind and rain hit.

"Longinus, I will not let you go, just wait." The explosion caused Arthur Hebler to lose his sheath and shield, and he had no choice but to follow Jasmine's footsteps and turn into a star.

The moonlight shone brightly, and the gray wolf raised its head and let out a mournful howl, then fell on its back and died in an extremely miserable death. Maybe he shouldn't have come, shouldn't have participated in this duel with weird abilities.

Howling Moon Sirius died on a full moon night. Is this irony? Or is it a destiny?

Safeleg's arrogant expression suddenly froze. The spear of Longinus destroyed evil and killed the soul, which was extremely harmful to a dark life like him. But he did not die. His body and bones were half human and half ghost. As a ghost

His side was severely injured by the holy spear, but his human side saved his life, which was exactly the opposite of the injury caused by Vincent Carter previously.

The two overlap, Savleg is both alive and dead, and his life is about to come to an end.

With unwillingness, reluctance, and resentment fixed on Dongchen, Safeleg, who was at the top of the earth's hierarchy, did something he thought he would never do.

Light the sacred fire, ascend the throne and be crowned.

If you take one step forward, you will live if you succeed, and if you fail, you will die.

The remaining half of the skeletal scepter was quietly shattered, and a dazzling crystal skull floated in front of him. Dongchen's eyes immediately shrank.

Mayan Crystal Skull!

Pressing his forehead with his slender fingers, Dong Chen took a deep breath. Dong Chen knew exactly what the guy in front of him was going to do because he had done it before.

The body and crystal skull gained the power of the soul. The skeleton emperor in front of him undoubtedly wanted to fight for his life.

Safeleg is not a ghost, and no ghost will help Saveleg, a neither human nor ghost, to merge like the fat man Dongchen met. Therefore, Safeleg's failure is inevitable.

Waiting for him to die? Of course it is the simplest way. But now that he has seen it, Dongchen naturally does not want to give up easily.

Take it!

Making an instant decision, he reached forward with his left hand, grabbing the crystal skull with his blue and dark red ghost claws.

His eyes widened, and as he pondered, sharp gazes collided in mid-air.

Safeleg clenched his teeth, and his whole soul had a strange feeling of being out of body.

Dongchen didn't feel well either. He was just uncomfortable fighting against an earth-level powerhouse.

Greed is enough to swallow the elephant. Dong Chen paid the price for his recklessness, but Dong Chen, who should have been desperate, was laughing, laughing wildly, why not laughing? Safeleg stared at Dong Chen with murderous intent. For this day, he

After waiting for countless years, he gave up everything for this day.

He gave up his body and bones in order to become an apostle. As long as he became an apostle, he would have a new body, a powerful body that would be immortal and be with the planet.

Therefore, Dongchen must die today. Saveleg, who tried his best, had his eyes blazing with fire, and his soul fluctuated higher and higher.

The wind and rain are swaying, and the moon is in the sky.

Soraka Talon exhaled a long breath of exhaustion, watched the clock pass the last second, and suddenly stopped tapping his fingers slowly on the control console.

Arrive at twelve o'clock!

There was no sound, no sound, and the black light emitted from the bottom of the sea swallowed everything in an instant. The water, fish, and the entire island turned into nothingness.

There was a loud rumble, the empty sea lang fell, water columns rushed into the night, and a figure in a flowing robe stood on the clouds. In his white hands, a half-open ancient Bible rustled: "Rebirth or destruction? The eighth apostle, the fate of curse

You can never escape."

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