The part of the gravel that was sinking into the fog disappeared, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was cut by the sharpest blade.

In a blink of an eye, the fog had spread to dozens of meters in a radius, and then it stopped expanding, just rolling around in its original place...

The decisive battle between the two kings has only officially begun.

Feng Yue tightened her hand and danced with the Death Scythe and suddenly stopped! She let out a clear roar and fell into the thick fog in a blink of an eye!

The thick fog first shrinks, and then suddenly explodes! Small balls of smoke splash around, and if it falls on the ground, a bottomless hole will be eroded on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yue let out another clear roar and flew out of the fog. She looked a little embarrassed, with half of the ribbons dancing around the demon lotus, and the erected demon lotus armor leaves were no longer graceful lines. Their tips seemed to have been corroded by something, and the sharp corners turned into irregular blunt shapes.

The terrifying thick fog gradually dissipated.

The Ninth Knight's giant flame sword is now only a small ball of faint green flames. More than ten marks are added to the armor shining with faint green light, and the ponytail of the ghost war horse is gone. But it seems that he is still a little calmer than Fengyue.

Heinrich snorted, the green flames on the giant sword rekindled, and the ghost war horses sprayed out thick mist again. In a blink of an eye, another thick mist rolled hideously in the air.

Feng Yue rushed into the thick fog with a milky white flame trail...

This time it was a shocking explosion!

Feng Yue's figure was thrown helplessly from the fireworks, rolling out in the air for hundreds of meters, and then he barely consolidated his body. The streamer of the demon lotus had completely disappeared, and the protruding part of the armor leaf seemed to have melted. There were also some charred marks on the edges of the pair of wings.

Heinrich slid back dozens of meters in the air and stabilized his body. His helmet was half missing, and there were more than ten irregular small holes on his body.

In the instant desperate battle, Feng Yue kept shooting out the space fragments condensed on the Death Scythe. The sharpness of these fragments was unparalleled, even Heinrich could not bear it, so he could only dodge. However, there were too many space fragments, and more than ten fragments still shot through his powerful body.

The limbs of the ghost war horse were also cut off by Feng Yue. Although they can still fly in the air, their flexibility is far less than before. When the war horse's blood-red eyes looked at Feng Yue again, they also felt a little scared.

Heinrich roared wildly, and the giant flaming sword returned to its original state again. The ghost war horse gasped sharply and sprayed thick fog with all his might. After a while, the thick fog ball appeared in the arena again.

Feng Yue's right hand holding the knife had already trembled faintly. The kings had already seen a wisp of golden blood that was sliding down the handle of the Death Scythe.

With the clear whistle, the wind and moon once again rushed into the thick fog!

The thick fog dissipates and gathers, gathers and dissipates. Although it becomes thinner, it is still reborn again and again with great stubbornness.

Faced with Heinrich's thick fog and flame sword, Feng Yue's speed advantage was completely unavailable. She could only rely on her unparalleled melee attack power and the clever use of power to fight the Ninth Knight. However, Feng Yue's time to become the king was too short. Compared with Heinrich, who had been through thousands of years, she was far inferior in power. Although Heinrich suffered a small loss in every battle of attrition, Feng Yue's disadvantage became more and more obvious.

But her arrogant heart has never been shaken.

After a brief breath, the wind and moon still rushed into the thick fog like wind and thunder!

This time she spent a very long time in the fog…

It was another violent explosion, but the storm that caused this time was no longer as good as it was when the war first started.

Heinrich fell from the thick fog and fell heavily to the ground. The green armor on his body had completely disappeared, and dozens of pierced wounds were on his strong gray-black body, and there was a faint smoke rising outward. There was only one hilt left in his giant sword in his hand, and there was no trace of green flame at all.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost war horse also fell from the thick fog. When it was still in the air, it whispered and its remaining body suddenly divided into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground, and in a blink of an eye it turned into strange gray and black stones.

Feng Yue's body flew out of the thick fog again. This time, with her, in addition to the death sickle that broke into several pieces, there was also a white feather flying all over the sky and the golden drizzle that suddenly appeared in the sky...

The demon lotus suddenly exploded, and the petite body under the gray robe was full of beauty and weakness that was not of the death world. It seemed to have no weight, floating in the air and slowly falling.

Black hair, which is as silk as a mirror, is shattered by the wind...

Just like, fallen leaves.

Bang!

The teacup in Roger's hand was suddenly crushed to pieces, and the hot tea splashed across the street and Froya next to him, only Aisilot behind him was not affected.

"I miss you so much, fat man! Why are you so suddenly..." Fuluya's chest was covered with tea and broken porcelain. She was ashamed and angry as she felt heartbroken and extremely precious tea leaves, and she couldn't help but start to attack.

But she stopped as soon as she screamed, her green eyes staring at Roger's hand in surprise.

A wisp of blood was overflowing along the cracks of his tight fingers. It was obviously the palm of his hand was cut by the broken porcelain, but he was unaware of it.

Roger's body is extremely strong. If he is willing to resist, as long as he strengthens his body slightly, let alone a small piece of porcelain, even if Fuluya uses a knife to cut him, he may not be able to cut his skin.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you?" Froya was shocked and hurriedly grabbed Roger's hand and tried to pull away his five fingers tightly. But with her strength, how could she pull it away? In the blink of an eye, her bare hands were also covered with Roger's blood.

Roger woke up in a daze, and he slowly spread his hands, his palms were already covered in blood.

Froya attracted a water ball and rushed the blood slightly. She didn't care about the overflowing blood. While picking pieces of porcelain from Roger's flesh, she said anxiously: "Fatty, what's wrong with you?"

"Yes, what's wrong with me?" Roger murmured.
Chapter completed!