Chapter 434： Soul Breaker (2/2)
At this moment, Song Jian could no longer dodge, he could only hold his head with both hands and climb to the ground. The power of these gravels was not weak, and Song Jian's head was hurt by fifty or sixty points.
After the rubble was sputtered, Song Jian lost more than 300 points.
After releasing this trick, the Lord of the Evil Spirits seemed to consume a lot, standing still and still, a twisted look on his face, and a look of tiredness appeared.
As soon as Song Jian's eyes lighted, he directly opened the immortal sword body;
A dazzling golden light bloomed from his body, and the eight-handed sword was imaginary, slowly rotating around his body, and Song Jian felt a powerful force rushing in his body;
Three Swords!
Jiansi!
Dance of Folding Wings!
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For a time, Song Jian fired up, all his sword skills were exhibited, and a series of damage figures floated over the head of BOSS. Each move could cause secondary damage, as if two Song Jian were attacking it with full force.
The blood and blood value of the Lord of the Evil Spirits drops rapidly. After half an hour, the blood and blood value of the Lord of the Evil spirits drops below 30%. The lord of the evil spirit who had gone mad, a pair of scarlet eyes exuded a vicious light, staring at Song Jian.
”I curse you, I curse you, I curse you ...” The Lord of the Evil Spirit gritted his teeth and issued the most vicious curse, and his body began to shrink slowly. After a while, it became a normal human size;
At the same time, the original red **** light around, with a curse, seemed to be splashed with ink, and turned into a rich black.
”Stab of the broken soul!”
The Lord of Evil Spirits suddenly gave out a sharp growl, covered with black light, all condensed to the center of his eyebrow for a moment, and it looked as if he had a third black eye.
For a moment, Song Jianshen's goosebumps got up, feeling like he was standing naked in the cold Siberian snowstorm, and the threat of death was like a giant beast, which opened his mouth and rushed at him;
”It will die!” Song Jian's mind seemed to have a flash of lightning passing through, ”Ah” shouted, and subconsciously took the ”sacred parry” posture;
A thick black ray of ink shot from the heart of the evil spirit's eyebrow, forming a cone thorn in the air, and shot toward Song Jian;
After launching this attack, the Lord of Evil Spirits also made a scream, and the entire body fell to the ground softly, and he continued to gasp in a big mouth. Obviously, for him, this trick is definitely the bottom of the box. Under normal circumstances, skills will never be cast.
The spike like a thick ink ~~ Stabbed towards Song Jian, Song Jian only felt his arms for a while, and almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand, his body couldn't help ”噔 噔噔 ”stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, hit a stone monument, and finally stopped.
Uh ~
Song Jian felt a severe pain in his back, there seemed to be a strong shock between his chest and abdomen, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help spitting a blood, which made him feel slightly more comfortable.
The entire right arm holding the sword was twitching unconsciously, and Song Jian felt that he had no strength even to lift a little finger.
On the dark red sword, there was a trace of black, like a snake, constantly twisting and digging inside the blade of the sword, but was blocked by a hot flame, and at the same time, golden lights stabbed from the shadow of the sword. It seems that the needle keeps piercing the black snake.
With each stab, the black liquid snake would twist the body violently, sending out a sharp hissing, for a few tens of seconds, when Song Jian recovered his consciousness in the right arm, the black attached to the blade The liquid snake also gradually turned into a smoke and disappeared.
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