Chapter 207

The fire of corrosion dissipated, leaving the scorching temperature to bake everything in the shadow boundary. The collapsed black-and-white walls exuded illusory fog, and the dried and dead flowers and plants dropped their heads and scattered fallen leaves.

Under the sky of the shadow world, cadier (Scripps) slowly shrinks his palm, and the dense small gaps are like obedient space elves, condensed together, emitting a faint sense of swallowing and pulling.

"Desperate counterattack, everything is coming to an end!"

The dark pupil reflected the figure of robbery. The cold blade stabbed his eyes slightly. Cadil (Scripps) smiled softly and poured a trace of cruelty into his cold tone.

Who is he? He is the face of the shadow, the Lord of the third Abyss: the abyss of waste soil, under the crown of a legend walking on the path of the shadow.

[shadow · infinite division · dragon dance]!

Under the influence of the shadow power, the fine space cracks are like a shadow dragon overturning, overturning mountains and seas, setting off an endless energy trend and tearing everything in front of them.

Including the assassin who raided!

Countless shadow thin lines cut the narrow area in front of us, completely turned into chaos, and swallowed up the robbed figure with the breath of destruction.

However, beyond cadier's expectation, there was no room for flesh and blood to fall. Similarly, he was not aware of the breath of the soul, what he longed to master.

Only a thin shadow slowly dissipates in the broken space!

Etc...... Cardier (Scripps) opened his mouth slightly and wanted to recite strange sentences, but the extreme cold frozen his soul, filled with fear and trembling, as if death was coming!

A touch of red and black light was like the dawn of dawn, blooming in the boundary of the shadow, as bright as fireworks, engraved on the dark barrier, Yin revealed a cross shaped sword mark!

This is not the end, this is only the beginning of the shadow!

The invisible blade, in this instant, completely tore up the camouflage and released it in crazy killing.

[profound meaning of shadow! Blades]!

[shadow mystery! Ghost chop]!

The shadow of the robber haunted the shadow world, and then disappeared. The Dark Blade stabbed into the dark barrier, slashed fiercely, leaving clear traces.

In a trance, the boundary of the shadow is like a bright burning meteor, eye-catching and Soul-catching.

The traces of the shadow engrave mysterious and complex lines and outline an ink painting scroll. Together with cadier (Scripps) and rob himself, they have become objects in the painting.

Click! Click! Click!

In an instant, the ink painting scroll spread out traces. Pieces of shadow ink once again polluted the pure sky, and the objects in the painting were fragmented with the ink traces.

Given the last hope by cadier (Scripps), the solid and solid dark barrier of [abyss · shadow Guardian] quietly annihilated under endless collision and tear.

"No, how can I lose?" Kadeer dropped his head and immersed himself in the world of himself, looking at the devil's blood body with its own blood essence, and unbelievable look on the face.

"And still lost to an extraordinary professional! It's really ridiculous!"

Failure came so suddenly that he was even in the shadow of his own making when he had mastered the situation.

Hiss! Hiss!

The slender body of Kadir was covered with countless shadow thin lines, and strands of black energy overflowed and bloomed. In the slight sound of blood flow, it was like a cracked dry land. These cracks floating on the surface of the skin gradually expanded, exposing the flesh and bones inside.

The thick blood mist broke through the broken skin, like beautiful roses blooming in the boundary of the shadow, and then grayish brown flesh and blood, including pale bones, broken and dropped a little.

However, when you look closely, these traces of fragmentation and annihilation have not touched the fatal organs. It seems that they are deliberately so as to avoid killing Kadir directly.

Even so, Cartier (klip) has lost all fighting power. The devil's blood essence is gradually losing its activity under the baptism of taboo shadow. His half demon form is no longer able to maintain its original form.

"I remember your breath. Soon we'll meet again, right here, Limon Tanlu!" cadil (Scripps) raised his head and looked at the more miserable robbery in front of him. There was no emotional color in his dark pupils.

The gray armor was broken, and light blood stains flowed out of the body, soaked in clothes and armor. Rob Hun didn't care. His scarlet eyes were like jumping flames, and the color of madness and excitement had not dispersed.

The collision between shadow and shadow has made him gain a lot. The taboo shadow has more possibilities, not only what he understands now.

For example, after the abyss battle of lakstark fortress, many abilities released this time are more in line with the will rules of the world, and also show the silent harvest in recent years.

"My name, the face of the shadow · Scripps, the Supreme Lord of the wasteland abyss, you will kneel and praise my real name next time!" after another deep look, the shadow fog in Kadir's eyes dissipated, and the body of the devil's blood released all its potential in the process of coming and fighting, which could not support him for too much time.

In the dilapidated courtyard, the robber gently wiped the blood on the blade in his hand. He couldn't tell whether it was himself or the enemy until the shadow fog gradually dissipated, and inexplicable hunger, thirst and desire suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Ignorant, who allows you to escape?!"

The shadows dissipate!

The robbed figure disappeared in the shadow world again. The scarlet eyes explored the pure sky and locked the shadow directly into the sky, which linked the inner desire.

[shadow mystery! Split]!

Without any hesitation, rob directly launched his own shadow ability, appeared in front of the shadow, clenched his right hand, and appropriately grasped the fast-moving shadow.

"Hmm? Damn it, you......" an angry roar rang through the ears of the robber, and the irrecoverable killing intention seemed to come to his side through the space. Who dares to obstruct the return of his own will?

[shadow tolerance! Soul killing robbery]!

Click!

The power of the shadow was directly released, tearing the weak shadow struggling in the palm of his hand. Immediately, the angry voice disappeared, and only a little shadow dissipated. Then, like birds homing, they danced into the robbed body.

"Truth exists in the shadow, and so it is!"

After the body stagnated, the robber who fell into a static state opened his eyes. Even his face armor could not hide a smile. He vaguely saw the road to follow, which was his own road.

Shadows and shadows!