The world of death.

The whistling wind has stopped all the time.

The Grand Arena was already full of soreness, and the entire ground seemed to have been turned over, and wisps of light smoke emerged from time to time from time to time from time to time.

Deadly silence.

The sky was still shining with soft blue light, and the kings waited patiently because they knew that this life-and-death battle was not over yet, although the final result was already destined.

The end of the two kings is an unprecedented event in the world of death in the past thousand years. Before the last moment comes, every scene is worthy of the deepest memory of all the kings.

The ninth knight's tall and strong body shakingly stood up again, and a trace of smoke overflowed from the countless wounds on his body. His face was twisted and smoke continued to spray out from his mouth and nose.

Feng Yue's eyes opened again, and the silver light was still soft and clear. She slowly opened the wings behind her, and the golden blood kept overflowing and dripping from the feathers. Her body trembled slightly, and the simple wing-opening action also brought her endless pain.

But Feng Yue still shouted coldly, and with the dripping golden blood, he rose to the sky, preparing to attack the fog of the Ninth Knight again.

The fierce war of attrition is about to begin again.

I don't know when this duel will end.

At the end of the duel, there will only be one result, that is, Feng Yue dies when he is exhausted, and the existence of the Ninth Knight will not be much longer than Feng Yue.

The blue light in the sky suddenly darkened, and then it became a little too bright again.

The Ninth Knight and Feng Yue were stunned and stopped.

"I can't support it anymore." The black warrior emperor's mental fluctuations suddenly came.

"The duel must be completed immediately, otherwise it will alarm the hunters in the heavenly world." The Fire of Wisdom said. He also felt a little tired, but he could still support it.

Heinrich nodded. All the smoke returned to his body, temporarily covering countless wounds. He held his right hand with a weak hand, and lit a blue flame at the tip of his two fingers in his left hand. With one stroke, a long blue flame sword was held in his hand.

Heinrich said coldly: "Fengyue, if you admit defeat now, you will have a chance to go to that world again and meet him for the last time. You have already lost this decisive battle."

Feng Yue's silver eyes lit up, and her black hair suddenly flew. She stared at Heinrich and said word by word:

"I would rather die than defeat!"

All the kings were shocked, although they knew that Feng Yue had almost burned the last little life energy, and even if a miracle happened and Feng Yue won, she could not escape the destruction of fate. But there was a hint of fear and uneasiness in the hearts of all the kings.

Only the black warrior emperor who was still struggling to support the sky was silently staring at the complex gaze that seemed mixed with hope.

Staring at a gray robe, she looked a little petite and weak.

That unyielding romance...

That dreamy moon...

Feng Yue slowly raised her right hand and clenched her fist.

A little milky white light appeared on the right fist, getting brighter and brighter, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a dazzling and blinding bright light!

This milky white light made the kings very uneasy.

That is the purest sacred energy!

Although all kings have their own means to resist divine energy over the long years, the kings will still feel instinctively uneasy when they see the divine energy appear.

In the decisive battle, Feng Yue did not use the sacred energy because Heinrich's smoke could ignore the energy attributes in defense.

But in this final blow, can the Ninth Knight withstand the attack of divine energy?

The two kings quickly approached...

Heinrich shouted loudly, and the long sword of flame pierced Feng Yue in his chest. Feng Yue did not dodge or avoid, and let the long sword of flame penetrate into his chest and penetrate from behind.

She waved her right fist and also hit Heinrich when she hit her chest. Heinrich's left hand blocked her chest. Feng Yue let out a sharp roar, and his right fist hit Heinrich's left arm hard. With a bang, Heinrich's left arm was completely shattered! Feng Yue's right fist then hit the chest of the Ninth Knight...

The figures of the two kings interlaced.

The wind and moon are shaking, and their wings are hanging softly beside them.

At this moment, the skylight emitted the strongest blue light like a flash of light, and then the sky above the arena returned to its unchanging lead color for thousands of years.

Heinrich stood firmly and turned around and walked towards Fengyue. His steps were still steady, but his body, which was originally blue and black, was now gray and white.

"You won," Heinrich said.

His face has now been replaced by a tumble of smoke, and he can only barely see the outline of his appearance.

Feng Yue's body trembled, her little mouth opened, and a stream of golden blood surged out.

In front of Heinrich's huge body nearly three meters, Feng Yue seemed so weak.

The Ninth Knight looked at Feng Yue who could barely support him and smiled lowly, saying, "If it weren't for the sky that couldn't support him... Haha, of course, there is no if in the king's vocabulary. Since you have won, then take action. After you get my strength, you... take care of yourself."

Although Heinrich severely damaged Feng Yue in the last blow just now, his soul mark was almost wiped out by Feng Yue's punch.

Feng Yue sighed lightly, raised her right hand and inserted it into the chest of the Ninth Knight. When she retracted it, there was a small blue flame in her palm.

The light in the Ninth Knight's eyes dimmed, and his gray body gradually became hard.

A moment later, Heinrich, the ninth knight who was once a mighty man and roamed in countless spaces, permanently turned into a stone statue in the center of the Grand Arena.

The blue flame slowly sank into Feng Yue's palm.

The wind began to whistle again.

Feng Yue looked at the stone statue that was still majestic, and walked hard to walk outside the Grand Arena.

Her snow-white barefoots stepped onto the thick gravel and gravel. Every time she took a step forward, several drops of golden blood would fall.

The big arena with a radius of dozens of kilometers was originally like a small courtyard for a king. But the current wind and moon could only move step by step, and the big arena suddenly became extremely huge.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the petite and beautiful gray figure is still moving step by step in the arena.

The kings had already left. In the huge arena, except for Feng Yue, there was only the stone statue that had completely lost its sign of life.

Fengyue's wings hung softly, and large patches of golden blood had already dried up and condensed on the wings. Unconsciously, a long feather on the tip of Fengyue's wing trembled a few times, and seemed to have a hint of vitality again. It stood slowly, and once again proudly in the wind.

Countless spaces flew past Rogue.

He knew very well what risks were contained behind these brilliant brilliances. His mental power was broken down into countless thin tentacles, exploring the surrounding space one by one. However, no matter how much or thin his mental power was divided, it was as insignificant as a drop in the ocean compared to the endless space.

He also knew that it would be impossible to find a location in another world in a crazily space storm without coordinates. However, if Rogue didn't give up without trying it.

The faint trace of his soul was invisible, and his connection with his hometown jumped sharply for a few times. Roger had to sigh and go back in a bad mood.

In the wide room on the top floor of the Temple of the Gods, Roger was wearing a loose nightgown, leaning comfortably in the lounge chair, as if he was asleep under the sun.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and after a while, he gradually adapted to the bright light.

Froya sat beside him, her slender hands subconsciously grasping his arms tightly, and her pointed nails were deeply trapped in his flesh. Her face was exhausted and pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She let out a long sigh and smiled weakly: "Fatty, if you don't come back, you won't be able to hold on!"

Looking at Froya's green and joyful eyes, Roger suddenly felt a little moved and felt much more relaxed. Roger gently stroked the sweat beads on her forehead. He had to admit that the little fairy after rebirth was like a different person, but the unpredictable, beautiful and incompetent little face was still as terrifying as ever.

The little fairy leaned on Roger's arm, smiling like a flower, and said, "Do you want to take advantage of it again?"

With such a charming little fairy by his side, Roger's heart was diluted a lot. Since yesterday's uneasiness, Roger has not yet truly woken up. He tore off the bandage from his right hand, looked at the dense wounds in the palm of his palm, and waved his right hand a few randomly, and his skin grew like new things again, and there was no scar at all.

Froya's eyes suddenly lit up. She walked to Rogh in front of her, and Bihuo was risking in her eyes and gritted her teeth: "Fatty, what kind of magic was that just now? Teach me quickly!"

Roger was stunned. His body had been completely transformed. As the magic power grew, his regeneration ability and various resistances were constantly improving. The ability to quickly recover wounds was just one of them. This kind of ability was not unique to Roger. Just in terms of the physical ability to restore regeneration, the troll was much stronger than the fat man.

Roger said in embarrassment: "This is not magic, and it is useless. What are you going to learn this?" The fat man didn't have the ability to transform Froya's body.

"Fatty, why did you forget the good things you did yourself so quickly?!"

Froya raised her head like a demonstration, and there was a very light and thin pink scar on her slender and white neck.

Roger was speechless immediately.

"Anyway, fat man, if you don't find a way to get rid of this scar, I will never end with you!"

Froya grabbed Roger's arm, and five pointed nails pierced his skin viciously. Of course, even the oily skin could not be pierced. But five small electric fires lit up at her fingertips, which made Roger tremble all over.

Her black hair drooped down again, no matter how the strong wind blew, it still remained motionless. In the mirror-like black hair, a pair of white wings reflected.

Fengyue's wings are spreading open little by little, and one charred feather after another falls, and are swept away by the wind in a blink of an eye, or are deeply buried under the sand and gravel.

Balls of dazzling white fluff appeared quietly on Fengyue's wings. The fluff couldn't help but stretch and grew up until it finally stood proudly.

At some point, the Grand Arena was left far behind by Feng Yue.

The wings behind her were as white as new. The snow-white barefoots were no longer on the rough sand and stones, but in the sky, they were walking forward slowly as if they were walking on an invisible road.

The ground in front of Feng Yue suddenly surged, and a huge piece of skeleton suddenly flew out from the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it was shattered into pieces by an invisible force.

Feng Yue frowned slightly, as if she was struggling to endure something. Her knife-like lips were almost transparent, and countless colors were flowing inside.

Suddenly, Feng Yue's lips opened slightly and a mouthful of light green flames spewed out.

The blue flame condensed in the air but did not dissipate, and always floated around the wind and moon, flashing light and dark, constantly changing its shape, and finally condensed into a long armor leaf. The armor leaf flowed with a black luster throughout, but there was a dazzling blue color in it.

After a long time, Feng Yue sprayed out another blue flame, and another armor leaf slowly took shape.

I don’t know how long it took, nearly a hundred armor leaves were flying around Feng Yue.

Feng Yue's silver eyes lit up, and all the armor leaves gathered towards her. In an instant, a brand new demon lotus appeared again!

This time the demon lotus is even more elegant. The more than ten stretched armor leaves behind it are like a pair of metal wings, protecting the white wings. The entire demon lotus is covered with complex and elegant blue patterns, and is filled with a mysterious aura against the backdrop of the slowly flowing black luster.

The eyes on the demon mask suddenly opened, and a strong silver light illuminated the range of more than ten meters. With a clear roar of wind and moon, a irresistible force burst out from the demon lotus, and smoke and dust suddenly flew around.

The next moment, the smoke and dust will dissipate.

The wind and moon stood in the air, and there was a huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters on the ground. Her wings shook, turned into a meteor and passed through the clouds.
To be continued...