Vol 6 Chapter 726: Decisive Battle 1

Stepping into the gloomy gate of the palace, there is a mural of the apocalypse on the dome of the promenade, which is now underfoot.
The boundless crime and punishment can be seen by Lu Zhengkang as long as he lowers his head. The four living creatures released by the Lamb in the fourth dimension bring war, plague, famine and death to the universe. Hundreds of intelligent races drive huge ships to shoot at each other. The Yihe System is turbulent and broken, the vacuum decays and consumes one-third of the mass of the universe, the black hole is burned, the Great Wall of Sloan is exploded into a gamma-ray burst, the ghosts in chew and spit out all living things, and the seven angels of God are here The other side raised seven golden bowls and spilled the last seven plagues into the three-dimensional universe.
All this madness is hidden in the mural, and the mural is hidden in the darkness.
The candles here are also inverted. The flame is faintly like a grass seed. The light can only reach three inches outside the flame and then disappear. With the presence of light, the outline and trajectory of the shadow are more prominent. It's like flowing, full of vitality.
Lu Zhengkang stepped on the void, with his feet in the air, but he seemed to be walking on the surface of the water, causing ripples in circles, leaving his smooth and full footprints, releasing the white and misty light that lasted for a long time.
In his heart, distracting thoughts settled down, and the last battle, anyway, must be faced. No matter how many regrets and reluctances he has, he can't show it, and he can't slow down his sword.
Passing through the long corridors and the heavy halls, he headed towards the deepest and highest floor.
In the big dome, here is a deep round pit, the candlestick stands tall, not a candle is lit.
Lu Zhengkang drew out the sea of ​​cages, and this iron-trained flying sword has now exhausted its physical properties, and when it was taken out of the scabbard, it turned into a small rainbow ribbon and wrapped it in his palm.
The incarnation of the Bodhisattva also has a family character.
The seventh-life body leaped into the deep dome and gently stepped on the ground. In the background, there were an upside-down niche, candles, twin trees, and hollow windows like a cross.
The of hatred carried the Overlord Armor on his back. Behind him, the black iron candlestick fanned out like a peacock's tail, and the white salt wax, no one lit the fire.
On the contrary, there are dozens of white flames at the end of the beautiful antlers of the seventh generation.
The two are similar in stature, with a similar body appearance, and even the standing posture is smooth and stable.
One is from the other shore, the incarnation of the Bodhisattva, and the other is from the illusion of illusion, the of mortal summit.
No matter how you look at it, this is no doubt a battle.
Lu Zhengkang started with the cage sea still in his hand, but the blade had already hit the neck of the of hatred. This is Utra's assassination technique, zero-time teleportation, a sword at the speed of light, staying in time and space.
Kamsky's face was hidden under the cloth helmet, and he gently lifted the blade of hatred in his hand. The door-like square sword had an osprey-like vigorous sword track. Before Lu Zhengkang took the shot, he had put the sword in front of his neck, prophesying Resist the attack normally.
For the first time, the sea returned without success.
The of hatred took off the helmet, revealing a face half-life and half-dead. The left cheek is rotten musculoskeletal, and the right cheek is a shiny silver machine, which combines the real and the real, transcending life and death, the nameless god, ouroboros, the prisoner Lord, the ultimate body of Elijah Kamsky Carnegie.
"Lu Zhengkang! I am invincible on the nameless island! Give up your struggle!"
"When the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are still broken, who in the world can dare to claim undefeated?" Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "You still don't realize that I am better for you than you!"
In an instant, billions of sword qi bursts, and the deep dome is filled with platinum Hongguang that expands like a shock wave.
Kamsky didn't panic when he saw it. He lifted the sword gently, and the blade of hatred drew a black tide. The dark purple shadow engulfed the boundless sword air, even the ripples could not be lifted.
The nameless laughed, and two thirteen candlesticks lit up behind him, his power increased.
Most of this sword light is the generation of the living corpse demon spirits who died under the sea of ​​cages. They have been burned out by the fire of karma. Therefore, they are the aggregation of pure salt. Each path has a faint candlelight. Kamsky is very concerned about this salt. With absolute control, a single sword swept away the billions of sword energy in the cage.
Lu Zhengkang knew that this time, it was a hard fight.
Kamsky must not be able to stop the attack of the candlelight, but the premise is that Lu Zhengkang can hit Kamsky with the candlelight. If he can't win quickly, he will fight hard. The of hatred has a strong computing power for support, and his swordsmanship is a way of transforming the Tao, which has reached the level of knowing the future. Although Lu Zhengkang has escaped from salt, his fighting mode is still within a limited framework after all. As long as he does not deviate from common sense, Kamsky can predict the offensive of the Seventh World.
The cage sea uttered an agitated sword sound and disappeared in Lu Zhengkang's palm. In an instant, the jade-white rainbow light filled Kamsky's body, and each path was the body, the pure light without salt.
The of hatred threw a square sword. This sword blade, which looked like a sallow salt pillar, did not fight the cage sea. It jumped to Lu Zhengkang's head in a moment. The cage sea sword light combined, but did not strike Kamsky. Wuming has followed He came to Lu Zhengkang with the Fang sword, clutching the hilt, and splashing down a magnificent purple and black sword curtain.
Lu Zhengkang shrank and withdrew, kicked on the spine of Fang Jian's sword, deflected the sword track, and burned his footprints on the sword body. Kamsky is only three feet away from him now, it can be said that dancing is too crowded, the special cheeks of ouroboros have an ambition to win~EbookFREE.me~ He turned around, the offset blade dragged. Tilted up again.
Lung Hai cut from behind Kamsky. He was already so fast, but it was always so close that he could not hit Kamsky. Because Kamsky's prediction is always faster than when the sword teleports.
Sometimes a short distance is not the end of the world, every second is eternity.
Kamsky sits on the will of God, and Lu Zhengkang is at war with the entire unknown island.
Lu Zhengkang fought Kamsky with a fist while flying a sword.
The sword of hatred is open and unruly, not even subtle. Every slashing will bring out a huge flaw. However, this flaw can never be caught. It is always made up when the flaw appears. .
Lu Zhengkang turned into a torch flame cloud, vigorously fierce, like a satin, and rushed towards Kamsky, while Wuming was just a left sword and a right sword. The pressed sword curtain lengthened the space-time distance between the two sides. , This fist never hit him.
"Give up, give up! You will never hit me! Even if you become light, a single spark, how can you extinguish the dark tide!"
Lu Zhengkang did not answer. He just turned his palm and shot out a cloud of thunder, fending off the blade of hatred, raised his hand, the cage sea flew back into his palm, the flying sword condensed the length of the blade, hands clasped, he stepped forward, every step , Then split a sword. The nameless raised his sword to block, and the rainbow light and the salt pillars opposed, making a burst of fire.
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The candlelight in the cage continued to burn off the blade of hatred, and the nameless retreated three feet, leaving the remaining sword aside, and with a beckon, a new big sword fell in his palm.
The sword is like a long stick, blood red all over, with fine spines all over, like a feather duster, and like a live sea cucumber.
"This one is gluttony!"
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