Chapter 185

Yes, when I heard what the evil self said, I began to waver.

I just resurrected my grandmother, the kind old man who cared for me. I didn't think much about the value and significance of the temple wish.

But in this moment of shaking, I think of the figure that the old man stood in front of me again, and the moment when his hands passed the hard nest.

Thinking of these, my wavering heart became firm again.

What am I here for? I can come here step by step to revive my grandmother's belief?

How many times do I want to give up, when I can't hold on, it's this belief that supports me. Today is the last step. How can I let my own words succeed.

After taking a deep breath, I waved the storm sword in my hand again, and sent out a sword to the evil self.

But that evil thought of oneself unexpectedly completely anticipated own offensive, ahead of time a side body dodged past.

I can't help cursing in my heart, but just as I cursing in my heart, a swift sword shadow passed in front of my eyes again.

The body began to instinctively dodge towards the safe place, because the sword shadow was too fast, and it was slow to react by itself.

And this slow half shot can be said to be able to take his own life.

Through that instinctive reaction, when I dodged the blow, I gradually found that although the evil self knew his attack like the back of his hand, if he didn't think about it, could he predict the way?

This idea suddenly appeared in my heart, and the corner of my mouth began to tilt up slightly.

Bang!

With the instinctive consciousness, I began to slowly put down the control of the sword, just like a beast with the most primitive instinct began to cut toward the evil idea of myself.

One sword, two swords...

even I didn't know how many swords I had split, and the evil thought's own action finally slowed down.

Even several times he could avoid my attack, but because he was totally unexpected, he began to dodge awkwardly.

Gradually, the evil self began to realize a trace of the same.

Hesitation completely rely on this instinct to the evil idea of their own crazy cut off, for a time like a raging flood momentum instantly soared.

However, the evil self began to gradually distance from me.

Suddenly, a strange sound appeared behind me. I was stunned in my heart. When I was just ready to escape, I found that I had been forced to a dead corner.

In desperation, I can only use the storm sword to split him. In an instant, two of the same storm swords began to collide.

I just felt a numbness in my hand and began to tremble. It seemed that I could not hold the sword in my hand.

The evil thought of their own is also back out, spit out a mouthful of blood, but the blood is black.

But I didn't get any better. I felt a little heat on my chest just now, and then I felt a strong pain.

I looked up to see the back out of their own read, the corner of the mouth can not help but emerge with a sneer.

That evil idea of oneself is also a colleague, with a strange look at me, that arms on the continuous flow of blood along the storm sword, actually began to slowly toward the ground drip down.

I gradually felt that the storm sword was shaking, and it seemed to be full of anger.

I firmly grasped the storm sword in my hand, and once again burst out an amazing momentum, which was introduced into the storm sword. In an instant, I only heard the roar of the sword God.

A startling light runs through the whole space like a long dragon.

Seeing the storm sword in my hand, I had a feeling of looking down on the world again.

Just this time, I'm facing myself.

Therefore, only when you surpass the limit of your body can you defeat your evil thoughts, otherwise you will lose both sides.

Boom!

A dragon chant roars out from the storm sword in my hand, and I rush to the evil thought of myself like a knife.

But the evil thought of himself seems to have been prepared for a long time, but also towards me quickly.

Bang!

When the storm sword in their hands collided with each other again, an amazing light rushed from the storm sword.

And after a loud noise, it seems that the surrounding air is compressed to the extreme, making a terrible sound explosion.

My hands seem to be completely numb and unconscious, and my brain and arm are completely out of touch. Now I am holding the hilt by instinct.

The arm began to crack, but it didn't seem to feel pain, just that numbness, dare to gradually spread along the arm to his body.

This had to make me panic, if so, how can I overcome the evil thoughts of myself? How can I get the reward of the temple? Without the reward, what can I have?Think of here, my heart a panic.

Boom!

I developed a unwilling howl, I picked up the hands of the storm sword and moved forward.

The blade of that room slowly pressed down on the evil self, and the evil self's forehead was also dripping with beads of sweat.

After a long stalemate, I finally gritted my teeth and waved the storm sword in my hand again. The two storm swords burst out fierce sparks in an instant.

"Die, die for me!" I can't stand such a long suffering any longer, I can't help yelling at myself.

At the same time, the windstorm sword in his hand, like the fangs of wild animals, constantly cleaves to the evil self.

Each sword's shadow splits out like tearing the air, making a terrible sound explosion, and at the same time, it is mixed with intense high temperature.

Boom!

The evil thought of their own finally can not resist their own crazy offensive, was forced to retreat.

Seeing that I was forced into a dead corner by the evil thoughts, I was even more energetic and forced to endure the huge pain in my chest.

He fiercely raised the storm sword in his hand and slashed it down.

The evil thought of their own eyes to dodge, not urgent, can only reluctantly raise the hands of the storm sword to resist.

But that blow is almost spent all their energy of a blow, that evil idea hastily resist how can succeed.

Bang!

Under the crazy attack, the fierce impact of a sword rebounded in my hands, which was far from the pain of the chest, shaking up again.

Poof!

I just feel a stuffy chest, a mouthful of blood again.

Bang!

With the falling of the sword, the big sword broke in a moment.

The evil thought of himself with the wind big sword broken, the sword in my hand is like the flood after the gate, rushing toward the evil thought of himself, was born into two sections.

Bang!

A clear sound sounded again, I fell to the ground, weak way to the extreme, only to see that the evil idea of their own slowly dissipated, his heart is now slightly relieved.