There was no hesitation, and no extra words. When the candidates of Bloodline meet, the only outcome is to fight. Stark grew suddenly, jumped into the air, and then threw it at Allen. His figure kept flashing in the space, leaving afterimages, falling towards Allen in a parabola. When Stark raised his hand, a spatial rift popped up, and the light belt drifted away.
At this moment, the corners of his eyes suddenly lit up. Stark turned his head to look, and a golden light curtain was pushed forward in a majestic manner. Almost as soon as Stark saw it, it was already close at hand.
So fast!
Stark stretched out his hand to press on the light curtain, and the light curtain twisted and flickered like water waves. Before the explosion, Stark had turned back with force, and then a gushing cloud of fire blocked between him and Allen. He was about to fall to the ground, the breeze was blowing, Stark jumped back without thinking, in mid-air, he heard a sound of silk tearing, it turned out that the clothes on his chest had been torn. On his chest that was as clean as white jade, a thin wound quietly emerged.
When Stark fell to the ground, he saw Horn standing in front of him with a knife at some point. Horn looked at the black-haired man indifferently and said, "No one can hurt my family, no matter who he is."
"Really?" Stark said calmly, "Then I will try."
Then he saw pieces of golden light curtains flying towards him, and Horn slashed away with his long knife, pulling out pieces of light curtains, like golden silk and satin, seemingly weak, but actually strong! Stark raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, quickly drew a circle in front of him, and then spread his five fingers, a circular light barrier appeared in front of him. This light barrier is colorful, and it is actually a kind of space crack, but Stark used it as a shield.
This is a shield that is stronger than any source shield. Stark pushed it and walked towards Horn, and the overwhelming saber air light curtain blasted into the space shield, and was annihilated invisibly. So Stark was like a person going upstream, facing the rushing and turbulent golden river. Fendi showed an unbelievable expression, he was someone who had tried Horn's methods, and Horn's Qiu Yan was very important. When he slashes lightly, he can pull out countless sword screens in an instant. Even if he activates the brutal butcher, it is difficult for him to fight head-on like Stark. You must know that with that kind of fast slash, every time you take a step closer to the center of Horn's battle circle, the power of the attack you receive will increase exponentially.
But Stark did it!
The golden river suddenly disappeared. Horn looked at Stark's space shield and said calmly: "It is indeed a rare ability. It can open up space at will as a means of attack and defense. This is the first time I have seen a guy like you But the power of space is not infinite, no, or manpower is sometimes limited. Even if you have the power to open space, it is impossible to use the power of space indefinitely. In the universe, energy is always constant, and you can repay what you borrow... "
His figure suddenly disappeared.
When it reappeared, it was already in front of Stark.
Then the air wave kicked up, and Stark's black hair was stirred up by the air current. Behind the flying black hair were his surprised eyes.
At this moment, Qiu Yan became extremely heavy in Horn's hands. He carried Qiu Yan forward and pushed it forward, as if what he was holding was not a long knife, but a mountain, or even a raging sea! The source power surged wildly, and the golden light blooming on Qiuyan was the only color in this space, and even the space shield in Stark's hand became eclipsed. It seems slow, but in fact it's just a blink of an eye
In no time, Horn had already swept the space shield.
Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the entire playground shook violently. Stark opened his eyes wide, watching the space shield in his hand quietly extend countless cracks, and then burst into pieces of light, scattered in all directions. Then a terrifying force lifted him up, Horn's sweeping posture shrunk in his eyes, Stark's fair face suddenly turned red, turned white again, and finally returned to normal.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air, which seemed to be slight, but in fact, there were dark wounds in his body. Old Horn's sword contained the power to rise and sink. That force exceeded the limit that the space shield could withstand, so the space crack was crushed, and the formed backlash force reversely rushed into Stark's body, just in response to Horn's words.
Stark landed and took a few steps back before finally standing still. When he looked at Horn again, he suddenly saw a red shadow quietly falling from Horn's head.
Fendi grinned grimly, although he didn't know who Stark was, let alone why he attacked Allen. But Old Horn intervened and forced Kai Stark with a heavy cut. Just like the ebb and flow of the tide, even though that heavy slash was not Horn's peak strength, it was still unavoidable that after raising his strength to the peak, there were signs of a temporary decline. Now is the moment when Horn's energy is weakening, the opportunity is fleeting, how can Fendi not grasp it.
His stature has reached the highest point, and his aura has reached its limit. At this moment, there was an angry shout: "Hit him, Sargeras!"
It's Allen!
Fendi turned his head and looked, Allen was rushing towards him. Behind him, the werewolf lay down on his stomach, grabbing the ground with both hands. It opened its mouth and sprayed out a hot pillar of fire like a heavy artillery turret. The strong recoil force even pushed the werewolf's whole body back, and two air waves were set off on the ground out of thin air, spreading to the left and right. The pillar of fire exploded in an instant, just in time to intercept Fendi's landing point.
The great opportunity was destroyed like this, Fendi roared, and the long blades in his fists danced, cutting the fire pillar from the Balrog in the air. The flames flew and poured, the space expanded thermally, and Fendi fell back to the ground, screaming again in anger. At this time, Alan burst out of the flying flames. A mass of jet-black mist and flames dissipated and twisted around his body, and even more gray and white bone armor floated. When the two long belts of sky fire danced wildly, Allen, who inspired Yanying's domineering costume, held up the Red King and put one hand on the handle of the knife.
choke!
Amid the resounding sound of the saber, the Scarlet King unsheathed, and the long saber was condescendingly slashed out, dragging the vermilion flames on the blade, like a whip of fire. The full arc made Fendi have no doubts about the shocking power contained in this knife, and it was full of Allen's hatred and murderous intent towards him!
Fendi bounced back, and Alan's figure kept shrinking. He saw that the knife hit the ground, and the whole ground suddenly lifted up. The metal ground was pressed into waves by a huge force, and finally burst into pieces screaming. Sparks rushed towards Fendi's eyes. He suddenly discovered that Allen's knife was not much inferior to Horn's.
What's worse, Alan isn't even level 30 yet!
"Monster." Fendi couldn't help but say.
As the hustle and bustle flew around, Allen slowly raised his knife and stood up. The ground cracked and deformed in front of him, forming a fan-shaped destruction area. At this moment, footsteps sounded, and Horn came to him, and he glanced at Allen, feeling a lot of emotion at the moment. The young girl who won the arena of life and death that day
The year seems to be still vivid in his memory, but in the blink of an eye, he has grown to such a height that even the general of the Federation has to back away. Horn couldn't help thinking, Lanny, you should be very proud to have such a son, right
"Grandpa?" Alan glanced at Horn, saw that he was silent, and thought he was injured, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Horn laughed, squinting his eyes and looking forward: "Let us fight side by side today, so that these people know that Beth Kind is not something they can handle at will. Who dares to give us a hand?" Get out the claws, then we'll chop off his head together!"
Blood surged in Allen's heart, and the first smile after regaining freedom finally cracked on his face: "I am extremely happy."
On the other side of them, Fendi looked at Stark not far away, then gradually moved his steps and called out: "Hey, stranger. Although I don't know your identity, do you want to join hands with me once. After killing them, I don't care about your trespassing on the important place of the Federation."
Stark looked at Horn and said softly, "Alan must be killed by me."
Fendi whispered "Weird", and then said, "Anything is fine, let's settle the two of them first."
Stark didn't respond, but walked straight forward, but responded with actions.
Horn locked his eyes on Stark, and said indifferently: "Leave this guy to me, and you can deal with Fendi. Although he is a general, his path is the most mediocre among the four generals. Except you Except that the level source is not as good as him, the others are not worse than him. Go, Alan, I have confidence in you."
Allen made a "hmm" sound, stretched out his hand and pulled out the devil's praise from the back of his waist, and the source device bloomed black and red flames behind him, liberating the hymn of death in the third-level awakened form, and directly appeared in the ultimate form. The blood-red hilt was in stark contrast to the dark and slender blade, and the black blade was swirling with flames, exuding the breath of death.
With the Red King in his right hand and the Song of Death in his left, the two long knives rose with flames, reflecting black and red on Alan's body. With both knives hanging down, Allen walked towards Fendi at a leisurely pace.
Fendi spat, glared at Horn bitterly, and then turned his attention to Allen: "Bethkind, you are so proud. The old ones are like this, and the young ones are like this too!"
On the field, the four of them walked towards their locked opponents. When they met in the middle distance, the battle broke out immediately!
The ceiling vibrated violently, and wisps of dust fell down. Josh choked and coughed a few times, but he didn't care to beat the dust that fell on his hair. He grabbed a suitcase and the members of his team and walked quickly into an elevator. After entering the elevator, Josh took a picture of the communicator on the elevator door panel and asked, "Is the spaceship ready?"
"It's ready, Mr. Josh, you can go to Babylon at any time."
"Fine, we'll be there in about a minute..."
Suddenly there was a cry of pain behind him. Josh turned his head and saw his beautiful female assistant kneeling on the ground with her head in her hands. He quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's so hot, it hurts... sir, I'm in pain." The assistant raised her head, the skin on her face was so red that it even started to peel off. Both eyes were equally astonishingly red, as if a flame was burning inside, and then flames really spewed out, and the flames almost licked Josh's clothes.
Josh's face was extremely ugly.
(end of this chapter)