When Ye Cheng became serious, the red and black flames that were suddenly released arrogantly were forcibly contained, and merged into one on his arms, forming a strange luster, as strange as the ghost face.
With extremely strong recovery power, Ye Cheng has not consumed too much at this moment and still has enough foundation to fight. What he is worried about is the Purple Heart Flame. Not only is its power extremely terrifying, but up to this moment, he has not found a clue to deal with it.
The loss of gas is also quite huge.
This time Ye Cheng had already pulled down the ghost face and said in a cold voice: "It's almost time to end, it's your last chance, struggle a little longer!"
The little lunatic suddenly raised his head and laughed: "You really like to talk nonsense, you better protect yourself. My Purple Heart Flame is a good thing. It doesn't feel any pain at all. Just enjoy it and don't resist!"
Ye Cheng smiled and said: "You don't need to brag. I'm afraid the side effects of Purple Heart Flame on you are not small. You have been using it for nearly half an hour now. I want to see how long you can last. Be careful of being exposed to this bloodline."
The seal curse backfired and you died!"
The little lunatic looked like a madman, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Even if I die, I will use you as my support!"
"Don't give up yet!"
The long knife in Ye Cheng's hand pointed forward, tightly locking the opponent's breath. The flames on his arms gradually spread and wrapped around the blade. Waves of flames emptied away, blowing up the sand and gravel on the ground. The entire space seemed to
It's all because of the heat that the lang expands and twists and deforms.
The little lunatic also knows that his bloodline seal spell cannot be maintained for too long. Originally, if he could break through the innate realm, he might have a chance to control the backlash of the bloodline seal spell, but after all, he has not yet stepped into the innate realm.
He has achieved today's achievements at a young age. Maybe it will be possible in a few years, but there is no time left for him now.
Although the Bloodline Seal Curse is good, it will hurt others and yourself before it is completely controlled. The little lunatic is now in severe pain after such a long delay. The Bloodline Seal Curse is almost uncontrollable, and it is also relying on a powerful force.
Extremely tenacious perseverance maintains the current situation.
At this moment, Ye Cheng only felt that the true energy in his body seemed to be stimulated, and the billowing flow seemed to contain infinite power, which even gave people a sense of ecstasy and intoxication.
How could Ye Cheng let go of this situation that he had worked so hard to create so easily? He immediately took a step forward. This step seemed simple, but under his control, he could forcefully pass a distance of ten feet.
The thick-backed heavy sword was wrapped in red and black flames and struck down with thunderous force.
Although he has not been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for a long time and has only used swords for a while, Ye Cheng seems to be born knowing how to use this sword. At least he knows that this sword should never come back, and he can only use his best efforts.
The bravery of this sword can be reflected. Only by sparing no effort can the fierceness of the sword be reflected.
This sword is just like that, there is no change, no back move, it is just this indomitable momentum. The most superb thing is that the angle and speed of this sword do not change at all, which gives people the illusion that this sword teleports.
, there has been no change from top to bottom.
You must know that when an ordinary person draws a sword or a sword, from the moment the sword is released, it is difficult to keep the sword's momentum unchanged due to the changes in the flow of true energy, angle, and subsequent moves. Even a master in the innate realm cannot
Not everyone can achieve this, so in terms of level alone, Ye Cheng's sword is already quite master-like.
This is not to say that his qualifications are high, but that this sword has no changes in the back move. It is a simple and unpretentious move. He has been fighting with masters all year round, and he is most comfortable with this most direct and effective method. If it is replaced by a more flashy one,
As for swordsmanship, I guess he may not be able to use it to his full strength.
The little lunatic was already overwhelmed by the momentum of this sword. In his opinion, this sword had not changed at all from the moment it was drawn out to the moment it reached his body. It was still the strongest force at the moment it was drawn out.
I can't find the weak point of this sword.
When life and death were at stake, he also showed his strength beyond ordinary people and his extremely high talent. The strange-shaped long sword in his hand was raised with all his strength, and the purple flames on the long sword were so rich that it made people unable to open their eyes.
The blow was so fast that it seemed to split the space into two pieces, and finally hit the tip of the knife at the moment it struck the body.
The two flames collided silently without making any explosion or noise, but the point of contact seemed to be severely distorted, and the strange force generated continuously pulled the two of them. This force was unprecedented in Ye Cheng.
What he had experienced made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
"bite!"
The sound of the two swords striking each other was extremely clear, even on a battlefield filled with shouts of killing, it was still clearly audible.
Ye Cheng's face was rosy, and he felt the blood in his chest and abdomen was churning. He almost wanted to burst out, but his upper body shook violently, but he still stabilized his body, and then he gritted his teeth and sealed the mouthful of blood in his throat.
Eyes wide open, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Okay!"
The little madman didn't lose badly with this knife. After falling back a few steps, he couldn't hold back a ball of blood in his mouth, and even the purple flames on his body were weakened by two points.
There was not much difference in the result of this knife, but the little madman's retreat completely took the initiative. Facing Ye Cheng's knife that struck with all his strength again, he had no time to dodge, so he had to raise his knife to attack again.
With this blow, Ye Cheng played a trick. Although it was still as powerful as the first sword, he only used nine points of force. At the moment when the two swords were about to come into contact, he twisted the blade very slightly.
This twist was a slight change, a thousand miles away. The blade of the thick-backed heavy knife struck the little madman's long knife one step back, as if it had hit the seven inches of a poisonous snake. The weakest point of the little madman's knife was like a weak point being hit.
In the middle, his eyes widened angrily, and his whole body was shaken violently. Even the purple flames on the sword were almost scattered.
This time, Ye Cheng couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was evaporated by the flames on the knife in mid-air. However, he did not retreat, but still stabilized his body, leaving two deep holes on the hard ground.
Deep footprints.
Seeing the little madman being knocked back again, Ye Cheng's eyes flashed and he shouted: "Death!"
The heavy knife was raised high again and struck again. Although this blow was no longer as violent as before, it was not something that the seriously injured little lunatic could withstand.
With nine straight swords, after Ye Cheng struck out the ninth sword, the little madman was forcefully struck and flew out. Even the long sword in his hand showed its original color, and the purple flames on his body disappeared.
There was also the coldness just now, and now he was like a little beggar on the street, huddled on the stone wall, his bloodless cheeks even more pale.
Ye Cheng's right arm shook, and finally he could no longer hold the heavy knife on his back. The big knife fell to the ground with a "bang", and it had lost its shape. The mask was removed, revealing a pale cheek. Ye Cheng only felt a weakness in his body, and his legs
He couldn't help but tremble, and his entire right arm was trembling non-stop. It was obvious that the nine swords were made with all his strength, and he himself was suffering from the pain of force shock.
He slowly walked forward and looked at the huddled little lunatic. He was just a helpless young man. Although he didn't know what the hatred of massacre he was talking about was, the hatred that was unshakable could be shaken by anyone.
I could feel that the vitality in his body was fading rapidly. I couldn't help but squat down and whispered: "Death may be the best relief for you. You shouldn't bear that hatred!"
The little lunatic's eyes could hardly be opened, and his dull eyes had long lost all their sparkle. He kept calling in a low voice: "Dad? Mom? Don't leave Mo Yu, I feel so cold alone?
??”
His feeble hands were waving in front of him, as if he wanted to keep something, but also seemed to want to grab something.
Ye Cheng stretched out his right hand, held the pale and cold hand, and said softly: "This world is too real. It allows you to have love and hatred, joys and sorrows, and endure pain and helplessness that you should not have.
Is it right or wrong?”
Slowly raising his left hand, he placed it gently on the little lunatic's head. A ray of energy instantly penetrated his head. Ye Cheng sighed: "I can feel your pain!"
The pale little hand finally dropped down weakly, and there was another trace of hatred missing from the world.
A faint purple flame overflowed from the body of the little lunatic. This purple color was so pure and beautiful that people couldn't help but want to touch him.
Ye Cheng gently held up the flame, feeling an inexplicable feeling of disgust and resentment. He understood that this was the hatred of the little lunatic, and this was the pain he had to bear throughout his life.
"Watcher, player, if you accept the inheritance of bloodline, you will gain the ability to control the Purple Heart Flame - erosion!"
Ye Cheng refused without thinking. It was difficult for him to accept this reward. It made him feel that he was just enjoying the pain of others. If so, this kind of knot would stay with him for the rest of his life.
"Ghost Hands, come here!"
Guishou, who was recovering from his injuries, opened his eyes, glanced at the current battle situation, then showed a smile, stood up and quickly rushed over, looked at the purple fireball in Ye Cheng's hand, swallowed his saliva and said: "
Is this the Bloodline Seal Curse? What a magical thing, it’s so beautiful!”
Ye Cheng couldn't help but ask: "What's the bloodline seal curse? Why haven't you heard of it?"
Guishou said in surprise: "It's just like the fire on your body. This is basically an open secret, but not many people really know it. It is said that the blood seal curse is a kind of inheritance. Anyone who gets this kind of thing,
They will have extremely powerful power, and players are said to be awakened, but the chance is basically zero, no one knows how to awaken, and there is no news at all about these contents!"
Ye Cheng nodded, knowing that there was another secret that he didn't know the answer to. Then he threw the purple fire ball in his hand to the ghost hand and said softly: "I can't use this thing, but if you use it, it's too weak.
How to shock the world, don't let people underestimate the Brotherhood!"
Looking at Ye Cheng's eyes, Guishou knew that he had made up his mind and sighed: "I owe you another favor!"
After saying that, Guishou's whole body burst out with a burst of purple flames, and the thick purple enveloped his whole body. After a long time, all the purple flames were sucked into his body. When Guishou opened his eyes, his eyes were purple. After a few breaths, he returned to his original state.
However, there is still a hint of purple in the depths of his eyes.
Guishou couldn't help but groan and laughed loudly: "What a wonderful feeling. Is this the power of the strong?"
A ball of purple flames "soared" into flames in his hand, and under the influence of the true energy, it seemed to be cheering and jumping, and a frightening aura slowly emitted.
