Chapter 438 Dark God

"Just killed the little beast roar from hell, but only 50% of the power. Now, let me show you the real power of the three swords of the road!"

"Three Disasters of the World Sword, the Red Dust Sword!!!" ...After gossiping, the seventh generation finally seemed to lose interest in continuing to talk. His body moved slightly and slowly read it out in his mouth. The singing of this word slowly came to his ears, from far and near, without seeing the wind and clouds, nor the sand and stones. The sword could not carry any smoke and dust, and it flew in front of him, but felt that the sword was unfolding in his mind, rolling red dust, and the troubles in the world, in his eyes The previous illusion...

At this moment, it seems that it has gone through three lifetimes. After hundreds of turns and thousands of times, I tasted all kinds of flavors, but I was cut away by this sword...

"Ms!" ... In the depths of the dark parliament, it was completely covered by the breath of red dust and fascinated. Cumado standing on the coffin was shaken in his eyes at this moment. When he regained the Qingming, the unparalleled sword spirit had already been cut off...

The sword was first, and then the supreme sword passed through the body. On the stone wall behind him, there was a wave and disappeared.

The holy sword in the sword waved out, and in the sword, the man retreated, as graceful as a dragon...

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The fact seems to be that as he said, the three swords that killed the hell roar of the beast emperor may really only have 50% of the power. Because now, the power of this first sword alone is comparable to the sum of the previous three swords.

Roland once again demonstrated the sword of the world, but it seems to be completely different from what it was just now. If you think about it carefully, the world's posture is tolerant of thousands of people, and the ever-changing swordsmanship is the real thing that comes from the world and cuts through the world...

It is a miracle that the previous dark president was able to survive until now. It is even more a miracle that he survived under the siege of the sixth generation of the college and St. Paul V of the Church of Light. Therefore, these characters are no longer supreme, but can be called legends.

Even if it is a legend, under the sword of Roland, the first martial arts man in the world, there seems to be no time to react. Or, he has really surpassed the holy steps, so he disdains to hide...

The sword light slowly dissipated, and Roland was still standing still, looking as if he had never moved. Only he knew that he had just moved, and the indescribable powerful sword was firmly cut on Kumodo's body. However, the former dark president did not seem to see any injury. The sword of the red dust just cut out a few more wounds on his already shabby body, and then flowed a little dark blood from the nearly dry body, that's all...

You should know that even if you are a junior holy-level strongman, if you encounter this red dust with a sword, it is the effect of second kill, and this old demon-level character seems to be in a very good state, and I'm afraid it's not even a minor injury!

"Good swordsmanship, but it's a pity that all kinds of thoughts in the world have become blades, how can you kill me?! How can you kill me? Hahaha, Roland, you are a genius, more excellent than your master. Your martial arts are unparalleled, but it's a pity that this time, you are no longer facing mortals or supreme. I am a god!!!! While talking, Kumado's physical injury has disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it has recovered as before...

At this moment, Roland clearly saw that there were bursts of pure dark energy transmitted from behind Kumodo to recover from the injury, and the source of this dark power was actually an object that looked like a delicate kettle, emitting a slightly sacred light.

Huh? The 'soul pot' given to believers by the God of Light is actually controlled by you? Roland asked in a low voice.

"Chatter... After so many years, do you think that an artifact without the blessing of the God of Light can really suppress another god of the same level? Hahaha, stop dreaming. When I found the 'turning soul pot', its light power was approaching its limit. Do you know that if our dark parliament hadn't helped suppress it over the years? The ancient god of dark destruction is about to come out. For it, my body can vent the excess dark god power and relieve its pressure. Why not?

"Hmm, that's how it is. You just dare to call yourself a god with the help of the power of the god of darkness? When the god of darkness wakes up, if you know that you are borrowing his power and his body, you will be just a poor person who will be swallowed up by the assimilation of darkness!" The seventh generation is cold.

"Hey hey... stupid guy... don't you understand..." The dull and unpleasant voice of the previous generation of the dark will sound again. There is no god of darkness in this world..."

After saying this, Kumado slowly looked up. At this moment, in the middle of his forehead, a black mark appeared, emitting a great dark power that does not belong to the world...

"What!? This is... divine!? The god of darkness?!" The seventh generation finally couldn't help but change color.

"Hum... There's nothing wrong with you." Kumudo said in a faint voice.

"You actually! Devoured the gods you believe in?!" Roland looked at the half of the people in front of him in disbelief.

After the dark deity on his forehead appeared, Kumado seemed to become stronger and stronger. The huge dark tentacles attached to him finally became really clear at this moment. With the breath of the underworld and hell. We only worship the dark god, not as blind worship as the Light Christians. Sometimes worship is not faith, but fear. If the god of darkness wakes up, he will destroy the world, and if he is controlled by me, he will rule the world! Hahahaha! This era is coming! And you are the first witness!"

Roland's body is still straight, but after listening to Kumado's words, his expression was solemn and silent...

Thinking that Kensei was deterred by himself, Kumado smiled cruelly and was about to speak and persuade him to kill calmly, but he heard a soft smile.

"Hahaha...haha, hahahaha!" ... Then the grand laughter echoed in the hollow cave deep in the headquarters of this dark parliament, and Saint Roland actually laughed at this moment.

Kumado looked at Roland in surprise, the man standing at the extreme of kendo, with a series of laughter rolling out of his throat. The sound was deaf and loud, stirring in the valley, bringing a series of echoes. That laughter, no madness, no hysteria, only happy Linlin. So he doesn't understand.

"Hahahahaha..." Roland is still laughing and looking up to the sky.

"What are you laughing at!?" Obviously, he lifted the bottom card and won the battle, but received this half insult and half mocking laughter, how can Kumado not be angry!

The laughter slowly stopped, and Roland raised his eyes and said, "For 60 years, the frost blade has not been tried. Is today the battle between my butcher?! I'm going to test you with the second sword of the three swords to the sky!" The laughter gradually faded, and the swordsman said proudly.

"Hmm, it's really a big tone, and I'm not afraid of breaking my teeth!" Kumado's arms shook, and a substantial dark atmosphere gushed out.

"Let you see the strongest dark magic skills in ancient times!" Dark Sky'! Between waving hands, ancient spells beyond the level of forbidden spells were used casually, and this power was really like a sky curtain, covering the sky and the sun.

With the power of the sword saint, even if he does not move, he has no ability to invade his territory in any form. But this time, as he said, he wants to slaughter gods, and this is also the legendary field possessed by the god level.

In the blink of an eye, Roland was shrouded in endless darkness. It was really dark, and there seemed to be no more light here. Even though Roland lit up the deep golden holy spirit like a scorching sun, it still failed to illuminate any place around him. In this endless darkness, he seems to have become the only small luminous spot.

The ancient 'dark sky' came, in which light and sound could no longer be transmitted...

It's just that Roland's cultivation has reached an unpredictable level. So at this moment, even in this divine realm beyond the holy level, the breath on his body is still flowing freely, and the dark golden noble aura protects him and protects his body from harm. It's just that in this vast sky, others may not even be able to see anyone.

Roland's eyes have been slowly closed from looking at the desperate darkness. His face is as calm as water. His body straddled obliquely and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. Gradually, gradually, his fingers beat regularly like plucking strings, which was like the rhythm of the sword, stirred...

If you cling to the lover's face, gently push the messy hair away, revealing the flower face.

Then he pointed to the sky.

"Buzz, Haw!" A crisp sword sound, the sacred sword of the college, the 'grip of blaspense' jumped out of the scabbard and gently threw into Roland's virtual palm.

"I will be the god of slaughter, so today, I will correct your name, the grip of the god of slaughter!"