"Wang Liang, are you crazy? You will die if you do this."
The swordsman in black yelled, and Eliza was at a loss.
At this time, he did not understand the principle of Wang Liang's treatment. The only thing that could be clear was that Wang Liang might die.
As the party concerned, Wang Liang is quite calm in the face of the rebuke from the swordsman in black.
Then he patted the sword on the shoulder.
"I'm an old man, too, and I've been badly hurt by old lady Hua. We've never seen old lady Hua before. As a doctor, I really don't want to experience that process."
"Now the old ghost is looking for a good successor. I've paid attention to his fighting. He is brave but not resourceful. He won't fall in Blackwater city."
"My broken body can't help, but you're different. When I help you recover, we'll be back to the peak of Blackwater city."
While talking, Wang Liang kept spitting blood.
The swordsman in black is very worried.
On one side, Eliza can deeply feel that this always cold faced and merciless murderer is very uncomfortable, even speechless.
In the face of Wang Liang's dedication, the swordsman in black really wants to stop it, but he also understands what is the long cherished wish of his partner?
In any case, this feeling can not be let down.
Later, Jiansheng and Wang Liang closed their eyes, and a perfect fusion process appeared in front of Eliza.
Watching the scene, she felt it was of great help to her.
Above the sky, Qin Lang successfully took the attack of death's right hand by using the little power left in the scepter. They met each other and fell to the same result.
But unfortunately, the power of the scepter is exhausted. If death's right hand continues to attack, Qin Lang can only use the power of the middle and later stages of the four paragraphs to make a hard connection. At that time, his defects will be completely exposed.
After thinking about it, Qin Lang decided to use all his strength to build power. At least from the current situation, this move is most likely to support the island's black swordsman to rejoin the battlefield.
With a cold look in his eyes, Qin Lang raised his scepter and recited the formula.
Minutes and seconds later, because the two fattest shield will return to the original position, and with the naked eye speed reduction.
After that, a pair of huge dragon wings appeared directly behind Pingguo, and Zhou's dark red energy gradually transformed Qin Lang into a red God of war.
At the same time, a world shaking laughter also spread in the encirclement.
"You are really strong. If you don't use the unique skills left by the old ghost, I can't beat you."
"Next, let's try the power of Shura's killing God chop."
Between the words, the blood red God of war raised the Shura sabre, which was transformed by the energy. The surging killing intention was like blocking the sky and the sun, which moved the whole core area, including the right hand of the God of death.
Qin Lang's seemingly powerful move mobilized the power of the dragon, the power of the scepter and his own blood.
Together with his deliberate rendering, the effect has been unprecedentedly shocking, even the God of death is bluffing with his hand.
For a moment, I couldn't think of any move to parry.
"Damn, this boy has such power. It seems that I can only use that move."
After the words, death looked at the corpses on the ground and the seriously injured people with his hand thread, then he fell to the ground smoothly, inserted his sword on the ground, changed his fingerprints quickly, and then a low cry came out.
"Ghosts travel at night"
"Breaking the ground stab"
In an instant, the blood gas from those seriously injured people and entities floated out, and finally gathered in the sword of death's right hand.
After the accumulation of energy, death draws his sword to the sky with his right hand. In the ground under his feet, a huge black sword emerges and looks at Qin Lang in the sky.
In this regard, Qin Lang is also a cry.
"I can't help it. I have to be tough."
Qin Lang raised his arms, and the blood in the sky quickly gathered and gathered in the body of the sword. At the same time, the body of the blood red God of war expanded again, and the pair of wings behind him covered the sky like clouds.
Compared with the state of zhundao's cultivation, the body of blood red God of war has been increased by more than three times, and his attack is more powerful than ever."Shura dragon kill"
The red light is shining, and the mighty power is going to the ground.
Abandoning all the thoughts in his heart, Qin Lang chose to cut off all his retreats and went all the way forward.
In this way, the black sword and the blood red sword ran into each other.
It was at the moment when the two met that death's right hand suddenly found that the boy was just bluffing. His real strength was only in the middle and late stages of four paragraphs. The move just now was only achieved by external force.
This level of attack is not only inferior to that of the swordsman in black, but also inferior to that of Bai Jing.
It turns out that he has always been kept in the dark by this boy. As a strong man of the generation, death's right hand can't get angry when he thinks about it.
"Stinky boy, you dare to lie to me, you must die today."
Death's right hand roared to attack, and the black sword full of death gradually penetrated through the red awn, which made Qin Lang's offensive retreat.
After a few breaths, even the long knife in the hand of the bloody God of war was bent.
When the demon saw this scene, Dai Mei wrinkled slightly, and the sweat on her forehead penetrated her delicate makeup.
In the eyes of this result, she has no other way but to be anxious. Since she got her real body, she and Qin Lang can no longer fit together. It's impossible for her to join the battle through integration.
Prayer is the only thing he can do.
But in the end, the attack of death's right hand was too strong. The extreme air of death quickly approached the red death's skin, inch by inch approaching Qin Lang.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Lang might be destroyed by this sword.
But just as the sword was about to penetrate Qin Lang, the spirit of death's right hand suddenly burst.
"Not good"
The voice dropped a little, and a huge black sword appeared in the sky. It stood in front of Qin Lang with great accuracy, blocking all the offensive in front of him.
When the smoke dissipated, a man and a woman stood like that.
The man holds the black iron sword, the woman is gorgeous, the eyebrows and eyes exude endless temptation.
Yes, Eliza has completed his task, and Jiang has successfully rescued the sword saint in black.
Looking at the person in front of him, Qin Lang seems very excited, but he doesn't know that the cost of rescue is a little high. What he pays is the life of the devil Doctor Wang Liang.