Chapter 110 (1/2)

After getting rid of the blade of sin, Camus, I came to the real city of the soul. The black tone of the town made me a little depressed, but now it's not the time to look at these buildings. I opened the demonization with anger

Obviously feel their own changes and the emergence of strength. In order to deal with Camus well, their wings also extend directly. Shaking the sword of victory in his hand, the dark blue flame emerged. At the moment, the sword is called the cry of frost.

Touching the devil's horn on my head, I smiled, and Camus ran out with an angry face.

The angry expression on his face turned into surprise and less obvious panic at the moment he saw me.

”Devil, devil king? What about the human mole ant? ”

”I ate it. It tastes OK, but it's too sweet.”

Camus looked at me with a frown. His hands still had bone blades.

”The evil devil, he eats people! You are guilty! ”

”The third brother of the hermit, do you want to smoke me? No, don't you try? I've just eaten it. The man's life and soul are delicious! ”

Camus's face suddenly twisted after listening to me. It seems that the hatred between these soul wizards and the demon clan is really like what the old rogue kolomir said. It should also be true that soul wizards killed the demon clan thousands of years ago.

It's just that Camus is too arrogant and allows him to kill people and not allow others to eat people. Such robber logic and self righteous words are simply a gentleman among hooligans.

”The blade of crime -- wind stab for crime!”

Camus repeated his old skill, but I didn't know I had seen his move. Now, it should be by waving his arm quickly to form a sword Qi to wrap his body and shoot at the enemy like a sharp arrow.

I didn't panic. Now I want to know whether I can resist his attack after demonization.

I took a horse step, secretly lucky, with green tendons on my arms and a loud drink.

Camus is a little different from last time. Maybe he did his best. Camus was spinning fast, and the whole man had become a sword. I have to marvel.

”What a special swordsman!”

The sword Qi around him has become real, and even lightning flows faintly. This move always reminds me of electro-optic dragon drill.

I didn't move. I raised the moan of frost in my hand and let Camus attack me.

The sparks generated by the friction between the sword and the sword man are as gorgeous as fireworks.

I let out a loud drink, and then I used my energy again to transmit it to the moan of frost. Suddenly, I pushed Camus out.