Vol 2 Chapter 352: The identity of god

The black sandalwood warrior swung his sword at Lu Zhengkang from afar, and a white gold crescent wave flew out, spinning, turning into a disc, with fog marks on the edge dissipating like teeth.
Lu Zhengkang frowned when he saw this. The power of this guy has never been seen before!
That circular saw-like sword gas flew like the wind, and within a blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of two hundred feet and came to Lu Zhengkang. He erected a long sword like a door, and the magical light flashed from the lines of the iron sword in an instant. Light up, fiery thunder fire poured out, and the sword energy rushed, the surging force of the impact followed Lu Zhengkang's posture into the ground, leaving two deep footprints.
The lightning strike allowed Lu Zhengkang to roughly analyze the principle of the opponent's strike.
To be sure, the ebony warrior also possesses strong mental power. That sword aura is the impact of magical energy. It is analogous to the dragon roar and vomiting eyes. It also uses will to move the world, but the use of vomiting purposes will require the power of speech. The sword qi of the warrior must also need some kind of intermediary.
This mysterious system is very tempting to Lu Zhengkang, and it can further improve his mental strength and martial arts, so that every time he uses a move, it is like an enlarged move.
Lu Zhengkang approached the Ebony Warrior, running at small steps, while asking loudly: "If I win, can you tell me where I came from?"
"Play first!" The black sandalwood warrior swung his sword quickly, and the splendid sword aura gathered in one place, transforming into a sky of golden light in front of him, and you could vaguely see the undulating sand dunes on the light curtain, like a pair Exquisite and full of malicious pictures.
Lu Zhengkang felt a strong sense of horror when he saw this sword-qi wall. The third eye between his eyebrows opened, and a light blue light fanned forward. It was a halo of killing intent, a terrible illusion. The ebony warrior was shocked by the mind-power controllers with iron will. As soon as the coherent movements of their hands were scattered, the sword curtain collapsed, as if an ice sculpture burst into pieces, and the messy waves of light surged away, far away. It looks like a blooming firework.
"Divine Armor, Divine Soldier, Divine Power!"
Lu Zhengkang felt the long-lost enthusiasm, his body swelled into a giant nearly ten feet under the powerful blessing of his eyes, and a large sword like a door became pleasing to the eye in his hand, facing the black that shorted him by three heads. The Tan Warrior smashed wildly, and the Giant Que Qianjun Sword's skill was used. Even without the blessing of internal force and heart strength, it can still stir up a whirlpool like a vortex. The solid soil on the ground is scattered like gravel in the wind, hard. The rock was cut into pieces by the escaping Qi Jin, and the moisture in the air was beaten out and turned into a misty mist. The big sword slashed and the gray air mass was also suppressed.
The ebony warrior roared under stress, and the sound was like a roaring liger in the empty valley. It was thick and lofty, and the sound contained clouds. His black armor burst out with brilliant white and golden light, and the interweaving of black and white seemed to be everywhere. The streaks of frosty fruits are distinct and completely natural, stomping their feet, and making a big earthquake. Raising the sword high to meet the powerful enemy, attacking two by one, the sound of the sound spread all over the country, arousing the amazement of pedestrians in the distance, the people in Xueman City were suspicious, and the gray beard in the monastery looked towards the west, thoughtful.
"Okay! It's so fun!" The troll man hissed and leaped, holding the hilt in both hands, using it as a hammer, slashing left and right, like a dragon, and the sword shines like a waterfall.
The Ebony Warriors were not to be outdone. You cut with one sword, and I returned you with one sword. The two of them lost their temper. All of a sudden, the huge Yinfeng Basin was enveloped by a black cyclone on the flat ground. Serana was standing with copper. Beside the umbrella, the sound of bells is still clearly identifiable in the continuous sound of blade clashes, and the eleven-tone copper umbrella is lined with jumbled dust and gravel, making the place where Serana is calm.
The eldest lady of Varchiha clenched her fists, her emerald eyes were not for an instant. Such a scene can only be seen in the legendary story, and she is the only witness of this battle.
The troll man and the ebony warrior slashed wildly for three full minutes. There was no pause or a breath. The ground was cut into a 20-foot-thick pit, and the underground spring burst out suddenly. , Was immediately blown into mist by the air current and fierce magic energy. The fog was boiled by the hot thunder fire, but the high-heat steam cruising around the battlefield like an invisible life-deathing evil spirit, the ground was scorched and the plants slowly dried out.
Now it's time to fight endurance!
The fountain is full of momentum, with a huge amount of water. Slowly, the air reaches extreme saturation. The hot airflow turns into a gray dragon, hovering upwards, and the surrounding cold air blows in, and a huge tornado connecting the clouds is slowly forming .
"Chop! Chop! Chop!" Lu Zhengkang felt black in front of his eyes, his body was in severe pain, his skin turned golden red like hot red iron, his eyes were tightly closed and could not be opened, only relying on his physical memory and instinct to move forward. Slash.
"Drink ah ah ah!!!" The ebony warrior was suppressed all the way, half of his body had been plunged into the mud, and his beautiful ebony armor began to show signs of melting. He knew that the stalemate would go down and his current body might not be. It's hard to resist, so he decided to use some outside moves.
Originally the sky was bright, and on the dome where the morning sun rose, the deep twilight suddenly struck, and the starry light returned again. The stars of the warrior constellation in the sky were extremely bright. A golden shock wave ~EbookFREE.me~ knocked out Lu Zhengkang.
The troll man was holding his sword in a rather embarrassing manner, and opened his sour and fiery eyes and looked into the depths of the deep whirlwind.
The water vapor that was blown into the sky turned into raindrops, and the wind sounded like the wailing of a dying giant elephant, filling the world.
A deep voice sounded, "You are very strong, you are qualified to know my name..."
Lu Zhengkang gritted his teeth, and the voice alone gave him irresistible pressure. It can be concluded that this ebony warrior is definitely the incarnation of a certain god.
"Remember, my, Lehman?? Ebony Arm!"
The wall of the tornado was torn apart, and a tall man came out. He had taken off his helmet, revealing the face of a Red Guardian, but his facial features looked like a pure Nord.
Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes, "It's you..."
Lehman Cyrodir, or Lehman Cyro, his name "Lehman", which means "human light", "Siro" is taken from the ancient Aled Elves against Cyrodir The name of the area.
He is the heroic of the Second Empire culture, the founder of the Reman Dynasty (Reman Dynasty), the dragonborn, the wearer of the amulet of the kings, and the greatest hero in the Akaviri Trouble in 1E2703, the surviving Ah Cavill Dragon Guard was loyal to him and formed a famous blade guard.
The legendary emperor, the legendary of war, was considered sacred when he was still alive. When his story spread to the Gaoyan and Falling Hammer areas, it mixed with the Yukuda mythological elements of the local Red Guards, in the fusion of beliefs A new was born-the ninth holy spirit, the of war, Lehman?? Ebony Arm, whose beliefs have been spread for much longer than Lehman?? Cyrodir himself.
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