Rao's mana returned to the state of prosperity, and he couldn't fully afford such a sword.

However, it can be understood that a sword that is hundreds of times is not simply stacked with a hundred swords.

If the mana is not enough, you have to take the origin of life.

"Come on." Lu Qingshan has been accustomed to the passage of life.

With the extraction of the origin of life, there was a crack on the life of life, and the blood rushed out.

Not only on his body, this sword is destroying every part of him.

On the flesh, the pain from the bone marrow, the blood, the depth of the soul, let the life be howling.

"I am fate, you can't kill the deity!" He roared hysterically.

Suddenly, there were tens of thousands of red light on his magic body rising.

The fate of this moment is also a demon god.

As the light was sprayed out, his body expanded madly, squeezed out the thunder, offset the moonlight, and even started to recover with the inexplicable power of the wound with this inexplicable power.

Greedy magic body.

"Luo Yanzhe is stronger than you." Lu Qingshan laughed and gave an evaluation.

His face was dull and unknown in the moonlight -like sword light. His eyes were like a fire charcoal, shining, condensed on his life.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, white -haired dancing, clothes hunting like chess, and the momentum rose like dragons, such as the hot fire, such as the huge cloud, can swallow thousands of miles.

In the bright moon, he raised the lack again.

The lack of groaning, excited.

The full sky and the moon are closed together, drooping down, condensed into a beam, and shown on the magic god's life.

boom!

The fate is like a magic god's face cracking, and there is a sword mark.

A sword marks that cannot be healed.

The cracks are still extending. Starting with the eyebrows of life, all the way down, to the nose, mouth, jaw, neck, chest .........

Destiny grasped the ancient shield of Starlight, but his arm began to gradually weak.
Chapter completed!