Five hundred and fortieth chapters dark moon spirit
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His body hit the hard rock again and again, while he was treating himself, filling the blood bottle, and recovering his energy and blood as close as possible. Fortunately, Chi You's body with the Wushuang Ring increased the recovery speed of his energy and blood by 200%.
The special effect of Mu Feng also has a 2% blood regeneration effect per second, which barely lasted for 15 seconds!
Seeing that his energy and blood were about to bottom out, he hurriedly released the connection with the dragon beard hook, "swiped" his body and flew out, breaking away from Ling Han's control!
"Bang!"
Her body fell on the rocks like a cannonball and rolled out along the broken rocks. The sharp rocks scratched her body and it was extremely painful, and hit Liu Shuang's body among the rocks with a "bang", taking her with her into the huge rocks of the mountain.
Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth and splashed on the snow-white cloak. After settling, my blood and energy were only 400!
"Ahem..."
I was coughing violently, and blood spurted out from the corner of my mouth. I just felt weak all over. This time, I couldn't muster any strength due to the serious injury. I just sat there slumped, helpless.
Liushuang leaned in my arms, looking at my injuries, tears flowing down uncontrollably, leaning her blood-stained face against my neck, crying in a low voice: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have let you
If you join Dragon City, you won't be hurt like this, and you won't have to face such terrifying enemies..."
I couldn't help but smile and said in a weak voice: "What did you say? From the day I joined Dragon City, I have never regretted it..."
"But……"
Tears fell down her beautiful face. Liushuang looked at me and said weakly: "You could have been happily doing some simple tasks of hunting elk and catching bandits in Bahuang City like those adventurers. With you,
With his abilities, he will definitely become an excellent adventurer. There is no need to stand in this terrible foreign land, face those cruel monsters, and face death every moment..."
I looked at Liu Shuang and smiled slightly: "But, if I hadn't met you, I might never have been able to see what it is like to be truly powerful, let alone master those powers. And I am a restless guy. I won't
I will be an adventurer honestly. I love causing trouble and fighting injustices. Without a mentor as powerful as you, who will deal with the aftermath for me..."
Liushuang couldn't help but smile, but her tears also fell together: "Don't say it, don't say it, we may all die here today..."
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At the bottom of the mountain, Su Ke held a battle ax and held Dalin's injured body with one hand. He led a group of Dragon City soldiers to the mountain again and roared: "Lord Liushuang, we are back..."
Liu Shuang leaned next to me, looked at everyone from a distance, and said softly: "I know, hurry up... contain the Hell War Song... Lord Luo Lin... he is about to approach despair... Also, Su Ke
Why did you bring the seriously injured Darin up?"
Su Ke had an awe-inspiring look on his face: "Dragon City warriors are all brothers. We are inseparable from each other. Today may be the last battle of Dragon City. Therefore, I cannot let Darin survive alone at the foot of the mountain. Take him with me."
Come up and die, we brothers will die together..."
Suddenly, the fainted Darin suddenly swung his arm and hit Su Ke on the face with a "slap", and a faint voice came: "NMB, I really thank you..."
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At this moment, in the center of the mountain range, Luo Lin finally stood up and suddenly reached out to grab the handle of despair. His whole body trembled suddenly, and a bloody light enveloped his whole body. His blood was almost about to burst. Luo Lin gritted his teeth and let out a painful sound.
He was wailing, his shirt flying behind him, and the whole earth was trembling!
"brush!"
A ray of light shot up into the sky with the artifact Despair as the center. The shock wave rippled around. Liu Shuang and I were also swept away. We opened our eyes desperately and finally found that Luo Lin's body began to straighten up. It seemed that Despair was quickly healing him.
The broken body and the wounds on the chest are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"King Luo Lin is desperate for getting the artifact! King Luo Lin is desperate for getting the artifact!" Su Ke cheered, holding up his battle ax.
A group of Dragon City soldiers also shouted: "Long live King Luo Lin! Long live King Luo Lin!"
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However, at this moment, Ling Han raised the corner of his mouth and gave a disdainful smile, saying: "A dead dog, even if it has achieved despair, so what? The power of the artifact lies in the person who masters the artifact, a sword master."
How can a person with a weak body control the ultimate artifact of despair? Hahaha, how about letting me experience the power of despair through my bad luck?"
After the light dissipated, Luo Lin stood quietly among the ruins with despair in mind, slowly raised his head and said: "As you wish!"
"Snapped!"
Rubbles flew into the air, and Luo Lin suddenly rushed towards Ling Han, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and made a commanding chop in the air!
Ling Han didn't say anything, he raised his sickle with both hands and used the handle of the sickle to block the desperate attack!
"Bang!"
A deafening sound came, and a whole piece of rock ground collapsed. An energy storm erupted at the point where the two magic weapons collided, evaporating the entire rock!
Standing in the air above a bowl-shaped groove, Ling Han stepped back dozens of meters and raised the corners of his mouth: "It looks pretty good, but if you only have this little strength, you will still die!"
His arms trembled slightly, Ling Han finally started to get serious. Hell runes were spinning around his arms, blessing the bad luck. His expression became more ferocious, he held up the sickle with both hands, and laughed: "Come on,
Give me a ‘Frost Night Elegy’!”
"flood!"
The blood-red color rushed toward the sickle, and Ling Han's body seemed to have transformed into a much larger size. The sickle flew through the air, and three consecutive "swishing" attacks hit Luo Lin, but Luo Lin had no choice but to block with despair.
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"Kengkengkengkeng..."
The fire was soaring into the sky, and the entire mountain seemed to be disintegrated. Cyclones were flying. When the dust settled, they found that Ling Han was already standing proudly in the sky, while Luo Lin fell into the broken rocks with his sword in embarrassment, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.
, after all, the disparity in strength between the two sides is relatively large. Even if Luo Lin got desperate, he still could not defeat the opponent.
There was a contemptuous smile on Ling Han's lips: "Luo Lin, have you seen it? Even if I have a divine weapon, I can still crush you easily. After all, trash like you is not worthy of using despair. Come on, give despair to me."
I, I can consider giving you a whole corpse!"
Luo Lin held the sword tightly: "Dream!"
"You are asking for death!"
Ling Han raised his arm, and the power of death gathered in his palm, and suddenly launched another throwing attack. Suddenly Luo Lin was enveloped by the cyclone storm, and the armor all over his body was shredded inch by inch. He couldn't help but howl in pain, but
He still didn't let go of the hand holding on to despair. He was fighting hard, unwilling to give up the low chance of victory. In fact, as long as Luo Lin dies, all of us here will also die.
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After wreaking havoc, Ling Han stood proudly in the air with a smile on his lips, while Luo Lin knelt down in a pile of ruins. The despair in his hands also dimmed a little. Ling Han smiled and said: "Did you see it? The ultimate artifact
, also became weak because of the master's waste, Luo Lin, you, a pampered waste, really can't control despair, bring it, hahaha..."
Luo Lin raised his head with a stern look: "Dream!"
"Stubborn!"
Ling Han suddenly raised his sickle, the earth trembled, and the power of death emerged from the depths of the ground and gathered on the sickle. It seemed that this hell war song was about to launch a special move. Lin Waner, Li Mu, Yan Zhao Wushuang, I, the sword
Feng Han and others looked at each other in shock. Everyone was mentally prepared. We might all be buried here!
"It's over..." Piaomiao Yunyan clenched her iron fist.
Hanbei Song gritted his teeth: "It looks like we are going to kneel..."
Someone's blue-faced girl pointed to the west and said, "Look, something dark in the sky is approaching quickly..."
Everyone looked over together, and sure enough, a dark flying object from the west was approaching quickly.
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"Um?"
Ling Han couldn't help but frowned and said: "I don't seem to have summoned you to fight. Why are these sword spirit cavalry here? Is it because... there is a new order from above?"
A few seconds later, a large group of flying cavalry arrived, all riding dark flying dragons. The flying dragon's body was wrapped in iron armor, and the cavalry were all wrapped in powerful armor. They carried heavy swords and only revealed their cold eyes——
Sword Spirit Cavalry, a level 7 strange monster, this is a super-advanced monster with abilities we can’t even imagine!
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Yan Zhao Wushuang was horrified, gritted his teeth, the hand holding the sword was trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "CNM... Even the seventh-level strange demons are here. Is this mission to torture us to death? MLGBD, this is simply not possible.
This is not an SSS-level mission, this is a mission where many people will die. This setting is simply ruthless..."
Jian Fenghan also looked frustrated: "This mission... doesn't seem to want us to complete it at all..."
I regained full health under Fu Shui Nannan's treatment, helped Liu Shuang stand up, and looked at a group of sword spirit cavalry from a distance. Liu Shuang's beautiful eyes were full of surprise, and he whispered: "The legendary sword spirit
Cavalry, that’s what it turns out to be. These cavalry are high-level warriors who guard the holy sword in the strange demon territory, and the flying dragons they ride on are the fastest among the dragon clan..."
I said, "Can we fight?"
Liu Shuang shook his head: "It is recorded in the history books that when encountering Sword Spirit Cavalry, the wisest way is to run away, otherwise you will surely die..."
I:"……"
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At this moment, a sword spirit cavalryman with a military rank emblem on his shoulder urged the flying dragon to step forward and respectfully said to Ling Han: "Master Hell Warsong, we are here to ask you to go back and defend the enemy!"
"Defend the enemy?" Ling Han said calmly: "What kind of enemy makes you come to invite me?"
The sword spirit cavalry said in a hoarse voice: "They are the enemies in the southwest of the lair, the witches from the dark moon spirit territory!"
"Damn it!"
Ling Han clenched his iron fist: "I must eradicate this group of bitches in my lifetime. Come, come back with me!"
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After saying that, Ling Han looked back at Luo Lin deeply and sneered: "You are lucky this time, but remember, your life belongs to me, Ling Han, and your despair is also mine. Just wait, strike."
Retreat from the Dark Moon Spirit, it means your death has come, no matter where you are, I will come and take your head!"
