Chapter 24; God of War, Ares!

The fallen angel, the sharp weapon in the underworld, led by the original sin, fell from light into darkness, sank in the boundless sea of desire, and dominated the killing of thousands of miles of river creatures in the underworld.

At the beginning, on the sea of clouds, Zhang Ziyang's inheritance blood burst out, making his unique sealed endless black hole, which not only wiped out the sea god split, but also intensified the complete depravity of Ramoko and dedicated his soul to the lord of the underworld, thus achieving the strength of the two-wing fallen angels. But because of this, in the unsealing of 30,000 demon corpses in Han Bai, the three most powerful dark forces representing heaven and earth finally induced a heavy thunder bombardment from the sky. Han Bai and Zhang Ziyang disappeared, and Ramoko were completely wiped out.

Now on the sea of clouds, Zhang Ziyang, no, more precisely, should be the fallen angel Ramoco. For some reason, he was awakened out of the erased soul, cling to the corpse demon Zhang Ziyang, laughing ferociously. Perhaps because the sword of killing and the murderous spirit of the ten directions have a certain subtle relationship under certain circumstances, the possessed Zhang Ziyang's momentum is now a little stronger than the heyday at the beginning, and is almost slightly equal to the evil-eyed dragon.

"Lao, Lao Zhang, how did it become like this?" He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and Mosaic dared not believe it. Han Bai pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were sharp and replied very lightly, "He is not Yang Zai, but Ramoco. Ramoko should have left a trace of soul fragments in this sea under the bombardment of a heavy thunderstorm at the beginning. Now I don't know why he took the sword of killing as an opportunity to possess Yang Zai."

"What should I do now? Will Yang's cub be dangerous? Mosaic asked anxiously. Han Bai didn't say anything but just shook his head. Although he could see something with his eyesight, he had no idea of the solution.

hou~

A shocking roar came from Zhang Ziyang's mouth. Han Bai sighed and silently lowered his head to remove the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Up to now, it seems that only a war that may defeat Zhang Ziyang is the real way to escape.

"Old horse, take care of yourself!"

He shook his hand and flew the mosaic in his arms like a cannonball to the top cloud boat in the distance. On Han Bai's beautiful face, he looked at the tyrannical Zhang Ziyang, and a smile slowly appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Ziyang, there is always a war between our brothers, not for victory or defeat, not for success or failure, but for the belief in our hearts. Let's complete this fate today."

The thunder power circulates crazily within itself. Now it absorbs the thunder beads with a faint smell of thunder. Combined with the thunder, coupled with the power of the original thunder, three thunder power run through the whole body. Although there is the suppression of the blue light lock, Han Bai's strength is not complete, but because of its characteristics, he is full of blue light, and a trace of good and evil. The momentum surged from him, and Zhang Ziyang was evenly matched in the face of sharp killing.

"Liu Changfeng, this is Han Bai's first move to challenge you, wind magic legs, turn into ten thousand demons!"

The body was twisted with an incredible range. Han Bai's legs were kicked out in the air, and the surrounding air quickly circled, turning into ten thousand ghosts and ferocious. He rushed to Zhang Ziyang overwhelmingly. For a moment, the ghosts cried and howled on the sea of clouds, and the lightning and thunder between heaven and the earth were frightening.

"Killing gas to destroy the ten sides!"

Zhang Ziyang's throat, suspended on the opposite side, shook slightly, covered the sword of killing with his hands, cut left and right, and a cross blood red gas wave attacked the ten thousand ghosts. At the moment of collision, the evil generated by the murderous spirit, all the creatures were cut off, and the ten thousand demons hit by the wind demon legs were completely defeated!

On the other side, Liu Changfeng, who has used both swords and swords since his death, has been watching the battle on the field with his arms as an outsider from beginning to end. Although Zhang Ziyang killed Han Bai's magic, he has a general idea about Han Bai's strength with Liu Changfeng's eyes. It should not be underestimated.

"Han Bai, you are qualified to be my opponent. I look forward to your challenge in the battle power qualifying."

Liu Changfeng stood proudly, with one more sword in his hand and one more sword. He slowly walked towards Zhang Ziyang, who was full of murderous intentions. The corners of his mouth were raised high, and his whole body was like a peerless imperial sword that had not come out of the sheath, and it was like a knife of killing with thousands of blood. His face was blue and Han Bai, who was ready to come forward to stop him, and could not be approached.

The thunder penetrated and dispersed the momentum of imprisoning himself. Han Bai said coldly, "Liu Changfeng, that's my brother. If you dare to touch him, I will ask you to pay the price." Han Bai glanced faintly, as if he had heard the funniest joke. Liu Changfeng squeezed his lips, and his pace did not stop at all. He strode towards Zhang Ziyang.

"My life is up to me, full of the vicissitudes of wind!"

From Han Bai's whole body, countless wind element condensed gears intersect, reversing the direction and making a harsh beep. For Liu Changfeng and the shadow of the famous tree, Han Bai did not dare to be careless. As soon as he took action, he was killing, and the wind poured down and never died.

"The little skill of carving insects, the mysterious nine swords, the proud sword is awe-insween!"

With a shaking of his right hand, the sharp sword in his hand seemed to be shouting excitedly. Tens of thousands of sword lights exploded in the air like fireworks. The cold stars were dotted. At the moment when it touched the wind cyclone, an invincible force broke everything with the momentum of destruction. Under Han Bai's incredible eyes in the distance, the wind swirled into withered flowers. Duo fell into the clouds and water, and Liu Changfeng's sword lingering strength did not subsided. He turned into a long sword and took Han Bai's throat, but he didn't have time to dodge and stayed at a distance of three inches.

Cold sweat instantly covered Han Bai's forehead...

Two eyes, unbelievable...

At this moment, the swords and swords can be favored by the sword demon Li Wuyan. The name, Liu Changfeng, is deeply painted in Han Bai's mind.

hou~hou~

Two evil ghosts howling sounded through the sea of clouds. Zhang Ziyang, at the moment when Liu Changfeng fought with Han Bai, his body killed the position of the cloud boat with great speed, and the red light of the sword of killing burst out, as if it was condensing a blow to break the sky. Four women on the deck of the top cloud boat, mosaic, used their spiritual strength to support a white protective net. The forty-day immortal array composed of 49 people triggered a star shift. The sky shot down the shining starlight, but before they touched Zhang Ziyang's body, they were cut off by his murderous sword. In the face of the shield emitting weak white light, Zhang Ziyang suspended over the top cloud boat, and a sneered at the corners of his mouth. The murderous spirit of the ten directions seemed to flow on the sword of his killing. The sword, held high, straight through the red light of the nine-foot sky, like the sickle of death, sending an invitation to all the creatures on the cloud boat.

"Don't raise the baby!"

"Ah, the stinky boy is endless with you, Tian Chenzhu, Kan Boli, town!"

"Prepare to destroy the world's thunder cannon, launch!"

"Assistance power system, the holy light is saved!"

According to Han Bai's speed, he can be intercepted before Zhang Ziyang's sword was cut down, but he was suppressed by Liu Changfeng's stunning sword demeanor. That was Gangqi. The ancient martial artists' cultivation was a great success, one level higher than ordinary Zhenqi, unless Han Bai broke through the god at this moment. The realm has reached the realm of refining, otherwise he can only look at Yang Lei's frightened eyes and mosaic spiritual power to drive the ultimate collapse.

The eight thunder cannons bombarded Zhang Ziyang at the speed of sound, and the sixteen-day pearls arrived in an instant, and the dark clouds in the sky were covered with holy white light, but all these were late, and the ten-way murderous spirit was split on the head. Even with the power of Liu Changfeng, the sword swept away at this time could not stop the birth of a tragedy.

"Liu Changfeng, the death of my brother today, I, Han Bai and you will never die, ah~"

Mosaic, his good brother, pushed him to death with one hand. Yang Lei, a simple and beautiful girl, believed in himself like that. The death of the two, Han Bai was angry. He hated it, and his mind was blurred. There was only boundless sinking in his mind, the call from the soul, and the strong suppression of the blue light lock on his body. It is close to collapse, soul redemption, the most evil contract in the world, and the negative emotions brought by 30,000 demon corpses. Under the magnification of Ming Leizhu, Han Bai stepped into the mysterious secret world of life and death.

The murderous spirit in the ten directions, the murderous spirit in the ten directions, where it passes, the vitality is extinct and full of murder. Seeing that the top cloud boat would suffer the disaster, a magnificent figure slowly walked out of the cabin.

"What a beautiful sunshine!"

Sound, a magnetic sound, can't be called a natural sound.

One second, half a second...

Boom...

There is no imaginary ashes!

Zhang Ziyang, who was possessed by Ramoko, was shocked by his blood-red eyes, and the clenched sword of attack trembled gently.

With one hand, he firmly grasped the sword of killing, like petrification. Zhang Ziyang found that he could not move. In his eyes, a handsome man was smiling at him.

The thunder cannon, eight thunder cannons that destroyed the world, are rumored to destroy half of the city. The man just looked at Zhang Ziyang's eyes with a smile, as if he turned a blind eye to the roaring thunderbolt behind him.

One leg!

Eight annihilating thunder cannons, one leg, only one leg, known as the strongest thunder cannon in the Alsace era, were kicked into the sky and turned into eight fluorescences and disappeared in the sky.

"My name is Ares, Ares, the god of war, the god of the human world, a unique god!"

The handsome man grabbed Zhang Ziyang's throat without warning and clenched the sword that seemed to be struggling in the other. In Zhang Ziyang's unwilling eyes, the sword slowly broke away from his hand and finally fell into Ares hands.

"Sword of Killing? From today, I, Ares, give you the glory of the God of War and name the Sword of the God of War!"

A trace of white light bloomed from Ares's hand and gradually enveloped the sword of killing. The original ten-way murderous spirit on the sword was swept away, and the murderous spirit turned into boundless domineering, crystal clear body and turned into a crystal sword.

"Fallen Angel? The traitor of the angel clan, the lackey of the underworld, in front of Ares, garbage!"

He raised Zhang Ziyang in his hand, without any expression on his face. In the other hand, the sword of killing, no, now because it should be the sword of the God of War, it slowly and steadily cut his neck. No matter how Zhang Ziyang resists and how the murderous spirit spreads on him, in front of Ares and in front of the God of War, he is like a prisoner waiting to behead, with no chance of scapitating.

"Lew my brother!"