Dragons have reverse scales. These wings are the most sacred thing in the eyes of angels. To have their feathers ripped off by a lowly human being is simply a trampling on their sacred dignity.
The sword energy came towards the face and raised large clouds. Turn on the skill Phantom. Tap your toes lightly and slide to dodge. The strong wind blew on your face and it hurt. It was like a knife cutting you.
While dodging, he opened the grenade launcher. With a loud bang, the black grenade spurted out with green smoke.
Tikri has never seen this thing before. Just hearing the sound makes people jump with fear. They are on full alert and their steps slow down.
Grenade is different from bullets. Its attack range is not very large, but its power is unmatched by bullets.
Before it could reach Tikri, the grenade plunged down. Flames mixed with thick smoke rose up. Shrapnel flew, and a bottomless hole appeared on the ground.
The entire Death Arena was trembling. The clouds on the edge began to collapse piece by piece. The venue became smaller and smaller.
"Hehe. I forgot to tell you. In ten minutes, this place will turn into a bottomless abyss." Tikri smiled ferociously. He raised his sword and stepped forward. "But I will send you to hell in advance."
Suddenly his feet were in the air. Tikri's whole body fell to the ground, and his head plunged into the clouds at his feet.
It turned out that the explosion caused by the grenade had blasted a big hole at the bottom of the cloud layer. It was covered with a thin layer. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it. Tikri deserves to be unlucky. All his attention is focused on Ling Yun. For I don’t pay much attention to my feet.
Ling Yun didn't want to miss the good opportunity. He picked up the Desert Storm and poured out all the bullets in the magazine. He fired at random, and then he also threw the remaining two grenades.
Thick smoke, fire, bird feathers, and howls. The entire death arena is a mess.
Tikri was covered in blood. He slowly climbed up from the clouds. The white and soft wings on his back had long lost their former glory and became dark and messy, just like a pheasant crawling into a fire.
Ling Yun licked his lips. "Hey, look how you can fly without hair."
People outside the stadium were stunned. The wine in Ares' cup was spilled on them without even realizing it.
"Is that guy a human? He's too powerful. Could it be the legendary God Clan?" Miller tugged at his hair and looked at Ling Yun in the field with lingering fear. Fortunately, he didn't fight him in the first place. What if that guy had started? He came here and even demolished his own grocery store.
Due to the explosion just now, the arena collapsed faster. It is now only the size of a courtyard.
"Asshole. I'm going to kill you." Tikri roared. His pupils were bloodshot.
The great sword shone brightly, and the dark clouds overhead were roaring. The light of the sword stirred up the dark clouds, and struck straight down with thunderous force. It seemed as if the space was about to be torn apart.
Accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, nothing could be heard for an instant.
Water mist rose, and half of the arena collapsed in an instant. Only a room-sized area remained.
When the scene calmed down, Ling Yun's figure had long since disappeared along with the blue crystal.
Panting heavily, Tikri wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled with his mouth wide open. "Haha. I finally killed you bastard."
The thunder rumbled, the wind howled, and the dark clouds in the sky still lingered. Tikri stood quietly on the ground alone. There was still an area the size of a double bed left in the duel arena. The surrounding atmosphere became weird.
"Hey, why hasn't the ban been lifted yet?" Sweat soaked his whole body. If this continues, Tikri knows the consequences.
There was only a space the size of a single bed left. Tikri's heart was already in his throat.
"Oh. It's so boring. I won't play with you anymore." A head flashed out of the clouds under his feet. Who else was it if it wasn't Ling Yun.
He was not dead yet. The sweat pores all over his body stood up. Tikri was so frightened that he almost jumped off the top.
He raised his sword and swept away thousands of troops with one move.
It was impossible to dodge in such a small place. He twisted his body. Ling Yun did not retreat but moved forward. The cat's body slipped under the big sword.
The sword wind whizzed past. I only felt my scalp numb. A strand of black hair floated in the wind.
As long as it's just a little bit lower, Ling Yun's head can say goodbye to his body.
Turning his wrist, Tikri used his body to spin the sword violently.
At this time, the room the size of a round table was filled with swords and swords. Ling Yun had also activated the berserk skill, and his speed increased to the extreme.
"Go to hell." Tikri roared angrily. The sword shrouded Ling Yun with afterimages.
There was no way to hide. Ling Yun jumped backwards. It was ten thousand meters high in the sky.
The big sword fell out of his hand and shot out, instantly piercing Ling Yun's body.
"I hope you won't die this time." The corners of Tikri's mouth twitched. He wished he could pounce on him and eat him alive. Unfortunately, his wings were injured and he couldn't engage in fierce aerial combat.
Ling Yun's body did not shed a drop of blood. It turned into a white light in the air. Then countless light spots scattered in all directions.
That's a phantom.
Tikri's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.
There was a big hand on the edge of the clouds next to him. Then a figure rushed up and pressed his knee hard against his face.
Skill Knee Equipment. Tikri felt dizzy and immediately entered a state of dizziness.
Ling Yun flashed behind him. He held the Wrath of Thunder in his hands. Purple lightning streaked across the sky in the dark clouds. He was actually attracted by the Wrath of Thunder.
"Fuck, I'll dodge." Ling Yun hurriedly put away his thunderous fury and hid aside.
He dodged, but Tikri was in bad luck. Countless thunderbolts hit him. Suddenly, the smell of barbecue came. He didn't even have time to scream. A roasted "High Sparrow" "Falling from a high altitude. In the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the darkness beneath his feet.
Ling Yun stood on one leg on a palm-sized cloud, like an acrobat. He tilted his head and looked down a few times. It was completely dark below. Not even a ghost could be seen. He couldn't help but spit. "I I planned to use you as a sacrificial sword today, but I didn’t expect you to come with a thunderbolt. Alas, you have done so many bad things. You can’t blame me.”
Ding. Player Death successfully killed the level 80 two-star angel BOSS Tikri. The reward was 3,000,000 experience points and 1,000 reputation points.
The experience gauge has increased by leaps and bounds again. Now Lingyun is ranked 26th on the Chinese Level Ranking. If you keep upgrading, the first place will be just around the corner.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed in an instant. They came and left faster. The clouds in the Death Arena were covered in an instant. A seven-color rainbow bridge spanned the sky.
No one cheered. No one chanted.
Everything around him was so quiet. Even the violent heartbeat could be heard clearly.
Tikri is dead. That garbage human killed the archangel.
