Chapter 1647

(third watch...)

as if the sky had been dyed crimson, a huge crimson space ripple reverberated in the sky over Lucifer with Bronson, and spread to a diameter of 10 meters in an instant, covering the orphanage.

"Your Lucifer's sword seems to be quite big..."

A let stare big eyes, looking at the sky in that huge crimson space ripples of Bronson heart cold straight rising voice, slowly into his ears.

"Why don't you compete with me..."

Words fall, the crimson space ripples over the orphanage fluctuate violently, like boiling water pool, rolling.

Immediately, a huge sword, which was totally dark and more than 20 meters long, like a high-rise building, slowly emerged from the crimson space ripples. In Bronson's face, it fell down like a mountain from the sky.

"Hum!"

The huge black sword covered the whole vision of Bronson, leaving only the sharp, dark blade in his eyes, which flashed with deadly cold point, roughly cut the air, and fell heavily to Lucifer with Bronson under the crazy vibration of the atmosphere.

"Drink -!"

Feeling the huge pressure from the top of the head and the gradually coming death shadow, Bronson burst out in a loud voice, and madly urged the magic in the body, just as he intended to squeeze out the blood in the blood vessels, he pushed the magic out with enough strength to tear the body.

There is no doubt about it. For the first time in his life, Bronson worked so hard, and for the first time in his life, Bronson urged such a huge amount of magic.

The mighty magic exploded in the form of blast wind, turning into steam one by one, and flowing into Lucifer's body. Lucifer's whole body was covered with a layer of magic film visible to the naked eye, and Bronson was released. The fierce ultra-high temperature hot wind blew out around his body, sweeping the whole field.

Regardless of the owner who fell down, Lucifer looked up, his body shape suddenly distorted. Into a golden sword. Carrying the super high temperature hot wind that makes the space unbearable and makes the sound of "creak", it shoots into the sky.

The dark sword that blocks out the sun and the golden sword that radiates the red hot wind are just like the needle against the wheat awn and the high mountain against the meteor in the sky over the orphanage. A sudden collision.

"Dong -!"

With a deafening sound. A thunderous roar. A gust of violent wind and waves is also like an explosion, which suddenly comes out with a shock that makes people feel like they will be crushed into slag. It enveloped the orphanage.

There is no doubt that the stone houses made of stone bricks are as crisp as glass, which are propped up by the shock wave, and the stone roof is also lifted mercilessly, even the surrounding fields are razed out of a small piece of flat ground.

When the storm dissipated and the roar disappeared, the scene had changed completely.

The buildings become dilapidated, just like the abandoned houses. Even a little wind can blow them down.

The ground was broken like a spider's web, and the ground in the center of the site was cut off, revealing a hole filled with smoke and dust.

But in the pit, Bronson knelt on the ground, his skin was covered with scars, his face was painful, and he could not help gasping. Before long, with a sound of "wow", he vomited blood.

Bronson's injury was not caused by the attack, but by his overload of magic output, which made his body overburdened, which resulted in skin cracking, internal organs damage and blood spitting.

Compared with Bronson, Lucifer looks a lot more miserable.

Standing in front of Bronson's body, Lucifer's originally golden body was covered with traces of scorching black, with smoke and even a little electric light. Obviously, the internal body had been partially damaged.

What's worse, one of the three pairs of wings with steel like golden feathers on the back of Lucifer has become ragged, and the other one is equipped in the two huge blades on the back of the wrist, half of which are born.

Obviously, even if Bronson exceeded the limit and sent too much magic to Lucifer, Lucifer was still invincible to the dark giant sword comparable to high-rise buildings!

Of course, in order to do this, speechless is not easy. Standing opposite Bronson and Lucifer, his face is slightly white, and his mouth is panting. Although it is much better than Bronson, it can also see the fatigue in his eyes.

However, it is not surprising that this will happen.

Without superpowers, we can only use "mind power" to squeeze the iron sand out of the shape of weapons by means of squeezing. That's not a big burden.

After all, "mental power" is a kind of magic with high purity and substance. Using it means consuming a lot of magic power.

But wordless go to challenge the limit, squeeze out a huge sword of that size, still use "mind power" to control it, attack, how can it not be tiredIt can be said that in this world, those who can use "mental power" to exercise such an attack will not have another person except wordless!

"It's a long life, President Bronson..." Pressing down the slightly short breath, he looked at the Bronson, who was kneeling on the opposite side behind the ragged Lucifer with black smoke and blood on the corner of his mouth and pain on his face.

"I can't die like this. Should I really say that it's the outstanding puppet emissary who almost won the position of" demon king "

Bronson didn't answer. He didn't know whether he didn't care to answer, whether he didn't want to answer or whether he couldn't answer. He just raised his head, raised his eyes, looked at him closely and said nothing. His eyes were full of murderous spirit.

"Oh, how terrible..." Speechless as if frightened by the murderous eyes, he made a pompous laugh.

"It's a pity that you've been eliminated from the night party. Now, twenty years have passed. Apart from the magic that has strengthened with the passage of time, you have made no progress. Even in order to run that smart workshop, you forget to exercise yourself. It's stupid!"

"Stupid?" Bronson laughed back in anger.

"Personal progress is nothing more than degeneration. The progress of the times is irreversible. Magicians are a group of individuals, groups and life bodies that exist for" progress "

"If human beings are stagnant, it will bring destruction and disaster to the world. Scientific development and progress are also the survival means that can never be ignored. It is worth paying more for progress and development!" Bronson stood up with difficulty and sneered.

"In order to make the times progress, in order to make the science develop, what is the personal sacrifice? Even if the power is strong enough, a person can't exist alone after all, if he doesn't want to be destroyed, only by making the ethnic group also grow stronger, this is the real way of survival and real progress!"

Smell speech, silent smile, smile that is full of pity, but also full of sympathy.

"It's true that the importance of the individual and the importance of the group are placed on the same Tianping. No one knows which side is more important, and no one knows which side to choose. It's really a wise choice!"

Finish saying, speechless eye bloomed sharp awn.

"But is it one thing to be wise and another to be right? For what progress, for what development, and for what result, have you sacrificed the innocent people who have the right to live and who have been mercilessly deprived of their freedom and lives?"

"No matter Frey or Loki, they are more important than all human beings and the development and progress of the whole world. However, sacrificing individuals for the benefit of the group, even if you say it beautifully, it's still the act of killing people for money."

"Even the survival of the individual can not be guaranteed, even their own progress can not be achieved, even the immediate things can not grasp, you talk about progress? On development? " Speechless no longer hide their emotions, sarcastic voice.

"Ridiculous and stupid!"

“————！” Bronson's face was full of haze and anger as if he had been insulted.

Of course, speechless is really insulting him, no need to question!

"Progress and development have nothing to do with a dime of money. I'm here just to fulfill my promise, give you a big surprise, give voice to flea and seek revenge!"

Speechless hand a stretch, behind it, in the crimson space ripples, a streamer flies out, fell in his hand.

Well, it's a card!

"Don't you say that no matter how powerful an individual is, he will be an individual?" Holding the card obliquely in front of the heart, he had no words to look at Bronson.

"Let's see with your own eyes what kind of individual power you've spent 20 years managing for the sake of groups!"