It seems that it is better to have no feelings or not to be tempted.
That way, you won't feel the pain today.
That's heartbreaking.
Rakshasa looked at Fluking Light, fixedly, and slowly raised his right hand to hold the blade of the long sword on his chest.
The Blood Emperor's sword is so sharp.
The blood immediately flowed down the Rakshasa's hand, ticking, ticking, splashing into the dust.
Rich resentment and anger converged from the hands of Rakshasa. It was not silver brilliance, it was not the brilliant brilliance that only stars can have, but black, unspeakable black, a pure kind that seemed to be found only in hell.
of black.
Black hair, windless automatic, instantly rushing behind Rakshasa.
The red cloak danced wildly in the air, dazzling as if it had vitality.
The Rakshasa, who was originally as haggard as an old man, suddenly burst out with murderous aura, almost like a god of death from hell, intent on burning everything in sight.
"Rakshasa... don't move..." Seeing this, Yaoguang couldn't help but want to take back the long sword in his hand. Now Rakshasa can't exercise his power or use his true energy. He will be unable to control it.
The magic power of the Blood Emperor's sword invaded.
"Don't move, are you waiting for you to kill me?" Rakshasa looked at Fluctuating Light, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword fiercely exerted force.
"Pa." A crisp sound was heard, and the Blood Emperor's long sword was crushed into two pieces by the Rakshasa's fleshy palm.
"Ah..." Batgirl, who had been watching the show beside her, was shocked when she saw this.
This sword is the long sword of her master, the Blood Emperor. It is the sharpest and most powerful long sword in Mi Xing. This man actually broke it with his hands. This... this...
Throwing down the broken long sword in his hand, Rakshasa didn't even look at the injury on his chest. He pulled out the tip of Yaoguang's sword that had pierced his body with his backhand, and threw it heavily towards Yaoguang on the ground.
Blood dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground, where it gathered into a pool of red.
Rakshasa's fingertips were trembling, and the resentment in his eyes was gathering.
The woman in front of him, he liked her so much, but she made him become like this, using another man's sword to kill him.