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Countless bright stars are twinkling in the vast river, so beautiful and sad that it makes people's hearts soften and full of sensibility. It is a pity that Cartier is not so good at elegance. Facing the river that wants to drown him, he glares angrily.
He has inherited the blood of his ancestors. The purity of his blood is far higher than that of Moni, and his strength has increased several times. In this situation where he thought that the overall situation was decided, he was actually backhanded by Floyd. This reminded him of the past bullying by Freud.
He roared: "Floyd, I will kill you today!"
Floyd looked at him coldly. Now that we have taken action, there is no reason to back down. He looked at the vast river with a little distress, which was half of his meteorite power. No matter what, you must use it well and kill Cartier on the spot. The trouble has been created, and we can only do our best to kill it. If he continues to indulge, he will not be sure that he will be able to fight against Cartier who has fully integrated the power of his ancestors in the future.
"Cartier." Freud said slowly, "I originally wanted to let you go today. However, since you are seeking your own death, I will let you go."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, fight!" Cartier's tone was equally cold and decisive. There must be a battle between him and Floyd, and Floyd keeps giving him "surprises", so he must decide the outcome with Floyd in the shortest possible time. He was equally intolerant of allowing Freud to develop freely.
The aura on him gradually changed from diffuse to unified, from an all-round bedding to gradually superimposed on Floyd alone.
The air pressure that was originally extremely powerful when dispersed became even more tyrannical when concentrated. Freud felt the air pressure building up on him. His breathing stopped for a moment.
He gritted his teeth, he was really strong!
When Cartier saw that Freud couldn't bear it, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Freud is nothing more than that.
His body turned slightly to one side, and the squeezing angle of the air pressure changed. Attacked Floyd from another angle. Floyd struggled to hold on, but failed to respond in time to the force that changed the angle. In an instant, half of his body was squeezed to a bloody pulp.
He lost control of his strength due to the pain and fell from mid-air.
As he fell, Cartier's triumphant laughter sounded in the air. He has now beaten Floyd head-on. Moreover, Floyd's seemingly powerful river was hanging in mid-air without responding, being squeezed by him without the ability to fight back.
Freud¡¯s face was already distorted in pain before he landed. He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Cartier.
Cartier happened to be looking at him too. He saw the pain in Freud's eyes, but he also saw some determination and crazy killing intent!
"Not good!" His heart skipped a beat, and the power of his blood surged out of his body, in order to avoid long nights and dreams. He is ready to do everything he can to strangle Floyd now.
"It's a pity that he was a step too late. Before his power left his body, Freud's ferocious river fell from the sky. It seems to have the radiance of a god. With the destructive power that destroyed the ancient world, it hit him directly.
The very forces that were intended to kill Floyd now serve as shields of resistance.
Floyd fell to the ground, and for a few seconds, he was truly dizzy in pain. But he knew that the current fainting spell would kill someone.
He forced himself to wake up as soon as possible. Then he propped himself up.
Monica flew over from a distance. Wanted to lift Floyd up.
Freud did not accept her kindness and sat up on his own.
"Floyd. How are you?"
Freud's spirit was concentrated in the sea of ??stars he created. He said coldly: "Leave me alone." Then he narrowed his eyes. His thoughts connected to the river, and he strangled Cartier desperately.
Monica¡¯s outstretched hand stayed in mid-air. She was stunned and suddenly felt a sense of shame and anger.
Cinderella walked up behind her and said softly: "Don't worry, Floyd's body has been improved by divine power. Moreover, he still retains some of his strength, and the blow just now is not scary at all."
Monica glanced at Cinderella in surprise and whispered: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Cinderella smiled slightly.
Freud had a cold face and stared at Da Rang, whose consciousness was closely connected with Da He. Then he slowly moved his hand forward to make a gesture of holding a sword.Cooperation.
The river is held in the hand from a distance in the void.
He laughed softly and said: "My sword does not need to have an entity. Without it, I can still draw the sword and kill people. Because my sword is the sea of ??stars."
His face was calm and calm, looking at the somewhat crazy Cartier with such indifference and disdain. As he finished speaking, the Taotao River began to transform.
The abundant power that originally wanted to flow out like running water now begins to shrink, squeezing tightly inward, and slowly, it really forms the shape of a long sword.
The blade is thick and sharp. The power is astonishing.
Cartier finally escaped from the pressure when Dahe turned into a sword, and then found this opportunity to prepare for a counterattack.
But when that huge long sword stood between him and Floyd, when his eyes met Floyd's emotionless eyes, when those free forces fled in all directions crazily. At this time, his inflated confidence began to waver. He remembered when he was a child, when his strength was so weak that he couldn't even fly. At that time, the starry sky was mysterious and majestic to him, and he had a fear of the starry sky in his heart. At night, he would look up at the starry sky, thinking that one day he would be able to fly to the sky and pick the dazzling stars from the sky.
However, after so many years, the starry sky is still the same, and he has long forgotten what he thought back then.
But now, when the vast galaxy appears in front of him, the memory of the past starry sky wakes up, and he once again feels like a child, so powerless against the starry sky.
He was very annoyed by this feeling. When he merged with the blood of his ancestors, he also merged with the arrogance of his ancestors. His current dignity does not allow others to infringe!
His blood was full of blood, and there were murderous bubbles in his veins. Every time a bubble bursts, infinite power comes out.
His arms are still getting thicker and thicker, so strong that it makes people feel scared when they look at them.
He stretched out his hand, passed through his defensive barrier, and went straight to hold the edgeless sword.
Two different heat waves strangled together, rubbing the air barrier and producing wisps of gray smoke. His hand clenched tightly and grabbed the blade of the long sword.
Freud felt something in his heart, feeling the strange power forcefully confronting him, and snorted coldly. Then he wanted to draw out his sword.
It¡¯s a pity that Cartier¡¯s hand is holding the sword, which is firm and unshakable. His eyes looked at Floyd coldly, like a hungry tiger facing a hungry wolf. If the two fight each other, only one will survive.
¡°Floyd, I¡¯m going to break your broken sword!¡±
Floyd smiled, his smile full of sarcasm: "Do you want to confront my sword directly?"
He clenched his hand backhand, and then with a fierce squeak, the sword escaped from Cartier's hand like a loach. Cartier felt his palm slip and the sword had left his grasp.
After a while, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that there was a cut on his hand, and blood was flowing out of it.
"Hiss" Cartier took a breath and looked at the long sword waving in the sky not far away in shock, "How is it possible?"
Then something even more shocking happened. The power in his arm actually drained out along with the blood from the wound. Moreover, that wound cannot be healed!
As the blood flowed, the rage in his heart deepened. The animal nature within him became more and more powerful, and he became increasingly intolerant of provocation and harm from outsiders.
He roared angrily, and the skin on his body overflowed with blood, and the blood started to burn. Make him look hideous and terrifying.
Floyd watched him burning with cold eyes, sealed his hand, and the long sword like the starry sky and the sea suddenly fell down.
This time Cartier did not choose to retreat from the side, but chose to face the attack. He rushed towards the sword like a cannonball.
Point to the opposite side. Fight against the eternal starry sky with blood inheritance.
A flash of brilliant light flashed, dazzling the eyes of everyone present, including Cinderella. I just felt like I was in a bright and warm space, but I couldn't exactly sense what was going on.
The tough confrontation caused vibrations in the space. This space barrier, which was far harder than the outside space, was completely shaken this time. If the force were a little stronger, it would not be impossible to carve out a crack.
When the world returns to silence and appropriate brightness, the winner will be decided.
In the silent sky, there are ashes of participation in power, drifting away with the wind, and falling slowly. The little bits of light are like a certain starry sky.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ??Looking around anxiously, Cartier was not found. She asked anxiously: "Floyd, where is Cartier?"
Floyd¡¯s feet were sunk into the ground, as deep as his knees. Otherwise, he would have fallen. He smiled weakly: "He escaped. But he was hit by my Starry Sky Sword, and I cut off the central energy of his bloodline. He should have been seriously injured."
Monica saw that Freud was so fragile, and her heart tightened, and she asked, "How are you?"
Freud shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just excessive consumption of strength."
Monica breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Floyd said: "If you want to chase him, hurry up and get there now. Otherwise, you will really let him escape. Being seriously injured does not mean that you can kill him."
Monica hesitated for a moment, then turned around and flew up. Disappear into the sky.
Freud¡¯s eyes dimmed.
But soon, Monica¡¯s figure appeared next to Freud again.
Freud asked: "What's wrong? Did you forget something?"
Monica smiled softly: "No. I still think your injury is more important."
Floyd finally smiled, happily. . . )
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