Chapter 632: Wonderful victory stupid fantasy

The light of divine and conspicuous justice was unloaded by pieces, falling like a huge and heavy rock on the earth's surface, causing a low roar of the ground. And the glory of the glory is even like the second sun of Rodney, who was deeply pierced into the earth by Zhou Yi.
Losing the master, the brilliance above the guns began to fade, and the appearance became unpretentious. It stood there quietly and looked like an abandoned track.
At this moment, Zhou Yi has no protection from armor and no weapons. In front of the tall Suertel like the giant mountain, he seems to have completely become an ant that can be left to be manipulated and kneaded. This situation is naturally excited and happy in the eyes of Sultel, but he knows very well that this is only a superficial thing. It is not enough to rely on these superficial efforts to deal with this guy in front of you.
Therefore, he did not hide the twisted pleasure in his heart, and smiled and said to Zhou Yi.
"Very good, it seems that you have already made a decision. It is a moving move to sacrifice yourself to protect Brunnhilde. But for everything you do now, is it still a shortcoming? Don't forget the conditions I came up with. Take your light and take your flame away from my body. Then lift your chest to the tip of my sword and let me end everything.

"You have only made a start now, so don't hesitate. Hero, for your goddess, go and do as I told you, I can't wait!"
Sultel said, he raised his golden bird cage in his hand. The hot flame suddenly became like a distorted snake, and went straight in through the gap around the bird cage, and straightened up to the middle of Brunnhilde.
The flame brought great pain to the Valkyrie, and even if her perseverance was amazing, it would inevitably reveal a struggling and painful expression. And when he looked at Brunnhilde, whose face was pale and distorted, Zhou Yi immediately drank.
"Enough, Sultel. I do what you say!"
The light faded like a tidal wave, and the smoldering flame penetrated a little bit from the cracked body of Sirtel. And when Sultel pinched the flame that penetrated himself, he smiled at Zhouyi with a bad smile. Zhou Yi has already opened his own clothes and stood up to his chest, step by step toward the giant in front of him.
"I have done what you said, Sultel. Come on, use your sword to run through my chest. Then let her go and let her go."
"Of course, I will let her get out of here. Even I will let her live happily ever after."
Putting out a natural appearance, Sultel put away the bird cage in his hand, then held the sword of Twilight and laughed wildly at Zhou Yi.
"It really makes me feel incredible. It has such a powerful and terrible power. But it has made the most stupid choice because of a woman. I will always remember you for the mortal hero. Because I will always I will use you as an example to tell myself, never do this stupid thing."
The next moment, the King of the Flames waved his own sword of light, driving countless streams of devastating scent, and stabbed the body like Zhou Yi. He has sufficient self-confidence, as long as his Twilight Sword can pierce his body, no matter how powerful and horrible he is, there is only one dead end.
The Twilight Sword, which represents destruction, has never been a weapon of any family. Even the near-infinite object of the World Tree will be destroyed and destroyed by this annihilation weapon, but it is only the flesh and blood. mortal. Just touch it a little and tear open the fragile defense on his body. The fire of the world will burn him out and there will be nothing left.
This is the refuge of Sirtel, his last hope. At this time, he has 100% confidence, almost saying that he thinks he has seen the final outcome. And as he thought, as his blade touched the body of Zhou Yi, the raging flame of the raging bear was like a blooming lotus flower, and instantly swallowed the entire body of Zhou Yi.
The blazing flame radiated a burning brilliance, which made Zhou Yi's figure completely disappear into the flame. For this situation, Sultel immediately laughed. He believes that this terrible enemy has been completely ruined in his flames, and there is nothing left. And this naturally means that he has become the final winner.
Victory, a wonderful word. Although the power of Zhou Yi is something he can't fight, but the last thing he laughs is him, not the mortal. This cruel reality made him feel mad at him. For him, this is the happiest thing in his life.
Of course, happiness needs to be shared. There is only one person who can share this with him at this time.
"See, Brunnhilde. Your beautiful female martial arts, your hopes are dissipated. How, you still want to keep your reluctance as always, continue to ignore my existence? I have to tell You, my patience is very limited, especially after I have forgotten your offense to me again and again."
As he said this, the King of the Flames reached out and touched the cage of his waist. However, when he touched it, it suddenly changed color. Because I don’t know when it started, the bird cage that represents the most beautiful goddess in the world is no longer in its original position.
It was stolen, and from his side, silent, there was no such thing as a slight movement. For this bad behavior, Sultel immediately roared.
"Who is, who dares to be so daring, dare to steal my treasures. Come out, otherwise I will find you, I must put you in the magma, cooking for 10,000 years!"
"Surtel, look at it!"
Suddenly, a familiar scream stopped Sultel’s anger, and he couldn’t help but stop his movements. Then, like a rusted machine, he writhed his head stiffly, toward the sound. The source looked over.
At this point, his angry face immediately distorted the shape and became the most shocking and incredible expression.
"It's you, how could it be you. Have you not been swallowed up by my fire of destruction? How could you still be alive, how could you still exist in this world!"
"Your flame is just a child's toy. You want to rely on it to hurt me. You can only say that your thoughts are too naive." Looking at the shock is like a nightmare, Sirte, Zhou Yi There was also a sneer expression on his face. "I just need an opportunity, a chance for you to reveal the flaws. To save Brunnhilde in the safest way. At this point, I have to say that you are more than I imagined." Better, Sultel!"
Looking at Brenhilde, who was happy to snuggle in Zhou Yi's arms, looked at the guy who was sneering at himself. Where did Sirtel still do not understand what happened in the middle. And when he wanted to understand all of this, anger and shame, immediately like an erupting volcano, shot from his heart.
Just thinking about it, he still ridiculed Zhou Yi’s stupidity with such unbridledness, and even smugly announced his ownership to Brunnhilde. In the twinkling of an eye, everything turned into a sad joke and became a stupid fantasy in his mind. All of this, how can people not be crazy, how can people continue to endure.
Sultel almost roared at once and snarled wildly. The Twilight Sword erupted in his hands like an unprecedented dark light, and countless dark red flames of the world seem to be surging with the clouds, sweeping from his blade, like the Milky Way. The waterfall washed away.
"Give me to death! Turn it into ashes!"
For a time, the whole world seems to be surrounded by this terrible flame, and with the scream of Suttel, the sword of Twilight has become a scorpio that breaks the heavens and the earth, and falls down in the direction of Zhou Yi. .
There is no doubt that this is definitely a sniper that can destroy the world and let everything disappear. If it is on the earth, or on any similar planet, such a sword can definitely cut off the entire planet and then burn it to ashes.
But now, here, it has not happened. Because when the Twilight Sword fell, it completely stopped. The flames of the sky are extinguished instantly, and the atmosphere of endless darkness and horror disappears. Except for the huge blade and its equally large master, there is no such thing as any abnormality that has occurred before.
Although Sultel is still roaring wildly, trying to increase the power that he can spurt. But no matter what he does, he is only doing in vain efforts.
At this time, under the blade, Zhou Yi, who held the sword at the edge of the Twilight, was violently screaming at the blue gluten.
"I have to admit that this weapon in your hand is indeed a magical and terrible weapon. It has the ability to pose a threat to me. But unfortunately, it is in your hands. And this makes it completely lost. Meaning!"
"what did you say"
Sultel still questioned with anger, but his words have not been finished yet, and the golden sun fire has burned from under the blade. The clear flame is like the glaze of the glass, and it spreads all the way along the blade. It is almost in the blink of an eye that the giant sword that is high enough to be compared with the mountain has become the same color.
This makes this famous sword of fame suddenly become magical, and the stalwart is like the supreme miracle. But by contrast, the guy who clasped the hilt and didn't want to let go was miserable.
The fire ignited his hands and burned along the palm of his hand. And he ignited most of his body in the breath.
Although Sirtel is the king of the Flame Giant, it is the most amazing flame incarnation. But in the face of the sun's fire, his identity did not play any role.
The pain drowned his body and mind and desperately ruled his soul. At this time, he has been unable to stick to it. And as the horror erupted from his mouth, the Twilight Sword fell from his hand. This devastating devotee of the past has no longer any dignity.
Like a defeated dog, it madly fled to the hollow below the ground. Looking at the figure that he was ignited by his own flame, Zhou Yi immediately reached out to the sword of death in front of him.
In addition to death, is there any way for Sultel to make up for all the sins he has committed? (To be continued~^~)