Final priesthood

A figure more than three meters high floated into the air inch by inch in the smoke and dust.

Until he was level with the handsome man on the sixth stone pillar, facing each other from a distance.

A perfect body as deep as the night.

A large number of scarlet blood vessels and meridians, like the roots of some kind of red plant, outline dense and complex, strange patterns like eyes and flowers on the black.

Extend to the sides of the cheeks.

The eyes are pure silvery white.

The long black hair, which is several meters long, spreads out wantonly, floating silently, like a decaying cloak, and like a black flame burning silently.

Lu Yuan hung quietly in mid-air, and the air around him was distorted in large swaths.

It is different from the king of ancient Brent's natural monarch-like noble temperament.

At this time, he was coquettish and evil, and his whole body exuded an indescribable magical aura.

It is as if the ancient seal has been broken, and the taboo existence sleeping in the legend has awakened and quietly descended into the world.

Lu Yuan silently felt the change of entering into a limit-breaking perfect form [Demon].

On the panel, the four basic attributes have disappeared.

In its place, there is an additional word lv2 behind the [One-Time Limit-Breaking Perfect Form - Demon].

A number beats silently - [109], [108].

"The strength level of the [Demon] form is determined based on the average of the four basic attributes?

Or rather, it is the shortest plank that makes up the barrel."

His current four basic attributes are all above 22 points, so the panel shows the level 2 [Demon] form.

The duration is correspondingly extended by 20 seconds.

Every cell is releasing pure life energy, and this power surges and swims through the body like a torrent.

"About twice as powerful as last time."

Lu Yuan's fingers slowly clenched, and his silver-white eyes calmly stared at the handsome man in front of him.

The next moment, his whole person suddenly disappeared.

Appearing in front of the man as if teleporting.

In [Demon] form, the skill of [Ultimate Power] is integrated into instinct.

No need to deliberately activate it.

Lu Yuan raised his hand, and the scarlet blood vessel lines on his perfect body grew rapidly, without any bulging of the muscles.

The air at the edge of the fist peak suddenly collapsed.

Punch!

"boom!"

Along with a dull loud noise, a huge white air wave exploded from mid-air.

Spreading to the bottom, in the square where six stone pillars stood, large areas of piled corpses suddenly collapsed, turned into powder, and dissipated with the wind.

Wait for the air waves to dissipate.

I saw Lu Yuan in [Demon] form maintaining the posture of swinging his arms and punching, with his body pressed down.

However, this punch was gently blocked by the handsome man's palm covered with black feathers.

The latter's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his gray eyes.

He looked at Lu Yuan indifferently, as if looking at an insect that accidentally climbed onto the armrest of his throne.

Lu Yuan stepped back, his expression calm.

The failure of an attack seemed to have no impact on him at all.

"SSS above walking level? Or higher."

Several thoughts ran through his mind, but his heart was still as cold as before.

On the panel, the countdown was decreasing second by second.

Lu Yuan glanced at the majestic man in front of him and shouted: "Hello."

The man's eyes moved to look at him.

"Won't you tell me what the form of the test will be?"

Lu Yuan had no expression on his face and spoke very bachelorly.

The handsome man replied calmly with an indifferent expression: "If you can survive one hit from me and hurt me once, you will pass.

You have already accomplished the first point."

"Oh. I hurt you once."

Lu Yuan nodded, muttered thoughtfully, and then raised his head.

The enchanting and demonic face became ferocious little by little, as if he was grinning.

"That's very simple!"

The last three words were suddenly elongated.

When the voice fell completely, Lu Yuan appeared above the handsome man's figure again.

His demonic body, which is more than three meters tall, is fully stretched.

The surrounding circle of air showed a twisted shape that collapsed inward.

An invisible vortex formed around him.

Then it quickly converged on the fist of his right hand.

A terrible oppressive force came into being, and the huge square seemed to be darkened.

Even Xie Jun and the others who were watching the battle from a distance felt indescribably uncomfortable under the pressure of this momentum.

It's like the low pressure before a storm, making people breathless.

This momentum is brewing to a certain peak.

Lu Yuan's silver-white eyes sparkled, he raised his right fist high, and his black hair danced wildly as if he was holding a collapsing void.

"Super sure kill - the power of one domain!"

"boom!"

With one punch, the light in this space seemed to dim a bit.

The handsome man raised his head, and his indifferent eyes reflected Lu Yuan's terrifying punch that quickly amplified!

But still not a trace of emotion showed up.

"Boom!"

It was like the sound of thunder striking the earth.

An unprecedented terrifying shock wave spread out.

Above the square, countless corpses suddenly rose into the air and dissipated into ashes.

The ground cracked, the earth and rocks rolled around, and the five surrounding stone pillars collapsed.

The air in the entire space shook violently, as if the earth had been suddenly hit in the heart.

Xie Jun and the other three people watching from a distance were so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood.

However.

When all the movement subsided, the scene at the center of the battle group appeared.

Just as they regained their composure, the expressions of Xie Jun and the others froze, and then a deep sense of despair emerged in their eyes.

I saw the King of Ancient Brunt hanging on the sixth and now only stone pillar. The handsome man raised a hand and was gently squeezing Lu Yuan's bloody fist in his palm.

His expression remained unchanged, and his body did not seem to move or deflect at all.

He looked at Lu Yuan calmly and whispered a few words in the ancient language: "Weak. And clumsy."

An indescribable feeling of invincibility emanated from his body.

However, Lu Yuan didn't seem disappointed at all.

"Yeah?"

Lu Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The next moment, the silvery white light in his eyes flourished.

"[Super Kill - Power of One Domain]!"

"[Super Kill - Power of One Domain]!"

"[Super Kill]"

He punched hard a second time, then a third, then a fourth.

Each punch was as ferocious as the first.

The phenomenon like the collapse of the void quickly bloomed and extinguished like fireworks, and the thunder that slammed into the earth kept falling.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lu Yuan punched continuously, and the bloody lines that grew wantonly on his perfect demonic body continued to grow, almost covering his whole body.

His black hair, which was several meters long, seemed to be blown by the wind, and a hunting flag was fluttering and dancing behind him.

The terrifying shock waves spread out in circles, shaking the air and ground like water waves.

The whole world seemed to be shaking.

Lu Yuan kept punching, and each punch was launched with the full force of [Super Kill - Power of One Domain].

After firing nine punches in a row, the demonic body was almost covered with bloody lines, and even a small amount of blood seeped out.

Lu Yuan's punching movement suddenly stopped.

He spread his arms, and the vortex of death air that still existed in the sky was attracted to him.

Rolling death energy gathered.

Half of it turned into a mighty, majestic and turbulent dark river.

The other half blended with the inexplicable light and turned into lifelike crows of death.

The pitch-black river fell from the sky, and tens of thousands of death-qi crows silently fought to cross it.

In a daze, a pale full moon seemed to rise from behind Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stretched his arms and then closed them.

With a domineering and unparalleled gesture, he put the final symbol on all this.

"[Super sure kill - die on the road to death]!"

"[Super Kill——Thousand Crows Ode to the Moon]!"

"Super sure-kill combo!"

"boom!"

The majestic death energy crashed down, completely engulfing the figure of the man on the sixth stone pillar.

Crows of deathly energy swarmed in, adding to the flushing momentum.

The shaking of the ground continued, and the deathly air as thick as water flooded everything. Even the aftermath of the leakage on the ground rolled up more than ten meters of earth and rocks and pushed them out in all directions.

Xie Jun and the other three stood blankly in the distance, staring at this scene.

There was deep confusion in the eyes of the three people.

Everything in front of me, and the data that seemed to be declining endlessly.

At this moment, they can hardly tell what is reality and what is illusion.

Lu Yuan was suspended in mid-air quietly, looking at the waterfall of death energy in front of him that he had made with his own hands.

The bloody lines all over his body are gradually fading away, and the demonic body that was slightly damaged after the "power overload" is also rapidly recovering.

On the panel, the beating countdown has reached [65].

Lu Yuan looked calm and whispered to himself: "This time... it should be almost done."

He wasn't sure what level his super-killing combo had reached.

But that was almost his true ultimate explosion at this stage.

If it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt.

"Forehead"

Thoughts were still swirling in Lu Yuan's mind, and his eyes suddenly froze.

He saw.

In the rapidly fading death energy waterfall, a figure gradually appeared.

The elegant and noble King of Ancient Brent.

At this time, the body covered with crow feathers was covered with an exquisite, noble and gorgeous black armor.

There are many signs of wear and tear on this armor, and in some places, there are even signs of damage.

But these traces are disappearing quickly.

"The power that can lift people's spirits a little bit"

The man studied the damaged areas carefully.

After the entire armor was restored to good condition, he raised his head, looked at Lu Yuan with a rather appreciative gaze, and praised without hesitation: "It's very good, but it's a pity that it's still a little bit short."

The man stretched out his hand and compared the thickness of his armor, with a look of regret on his handsome face.

Lu Yuan was stunned.

After a few seconds, the whole person returned to calm again.

He said nothing and turned around.

At this time, the death energy waterfall in the sky had completely disappeared, along with the sixth stone pillar underneath and the entire corpse square.

An extremely huge deep pit remains on the ground.

The man, on the other hand, was floating above the pit.

Lu Yuan fell on a piece of ruins not far away, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his several meters long black hair spread freely.

"Have you given up?"

The man standing in the air looked at him.

Lu Yuan raised his head, narrowed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"No, I'm just thinking about how I can leave my footprints or palm prints on your stinky face with 'pretending' written all over it.

I swear."

Lu Yuan said in a low voice: "I will definitely complain to her next time I see her."

"Well"

This time it was the man's turn to look stunned.

Lu Yuan ignored him, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

at this time.

on his panel.

The countdown of the [Demon] form only has [50] seconds left.

"call--"

The figure speeding through the air suddenly stopped.

Han Xun was hovering in the air like an eternally frozen iceberg.

He felt waves of terrifying aura coming from the front, like heavy hammers.

There were slight fluctuations on the face that seemed to remain unchanged forever.

"interesting."

He whispered.

Then the right arm starts to glow.

A large amount of ice-blue fluid flowed out from under his black combat uniform, and quickly condensed into a several-meter-long sword in his hand that was completely ice-blue and exuded an astonishing chill.

He held the handle of the knife with his right hand, the tip of the knife drooping.

He continued flying in the designated direction with a calm expression.