Chapter 897 (1/2)
A band of meteorites that lingers on the edge of the planet is just in front of the current.
When the white torrent flashed, a transparent tunnel directly penetrated the entire meteorite belt.
That horrible scene makes Mufan instantly think of the supernova in the state of six gates of hell!
However, at the moment, the Shura did not avoid, but directly stood there, facing the oncoming windmill.
Stand in a lunge with two feet apart. The right hand stretches out straight, clasping the blade covered with black fog and holding it in front of the body.
Mu fan's familiar white flame rises from Shura.
”This is the six gates of hell!”
Shura did not answer, Mu fan just saw the momentum of this moment, just like a sharpest knife.
The dark red eyes were indifferent to the front.
Time slows down at this moment, can let Mu fan clearly see that the right arm of Shura is slowly rotating.
Black long knife with the palm of the rotation, in front of the body anti clockwise with a trail of shadow, fixed in the starry sky.
Hold the left five fingers to the maximum, hold it high and rotate with the direction of the handle.
When the long knife returns to the side with a complicated track.
The nameless sword was rotated 360 degrees.
Xiuluo lowered his head, bent his right arm, and the black scabbard stood on the back of his leg, and the black handle pointed straight up to the sky.
Mu fan's present attention is completely attracted by this gesture in the past.
He only felt that the Shura in his father's hands had a unique cool temperament.
The gesture of holding a knife has a beauty beyond description.
”To die And born. ”
In the deep voice, Mu fan can hear the unruly blood and the struggle against the fate.
Shura's left hand, which was held up high, slowly folded to the right.
The palm covered with delicate and gorgeous armour firmly grasps the handle.
Mu fan is very nervous now and dare not relax at all.
Is this gesture meant to
The left arm trembles slightly, and the handle is pulled out slowly.
[the thirteenth of the drawing of the sword - Elegy of the lion! ]
the clear name reappears in Mu fan's nervous eyes.
A dazzling and dazzling light suddenly burst from under the handle!
Shura, draw a knife!
At this moment, the white flood came.
Just like the meteorite storm when the end of the world comes, windmills turn into bright meteors one by one.
Compared with the vast area covering thousands of square kilometers.
The Shura, which is just over 20 meters tall, is like a tiny dust.
A storm of meteors devoured the dust in an instant.
At this moment, an indescribable purple glow bloomed in the white storm.
It lights up from below, rolls upside down, and instantly crosses the starry sky.
A purple light track spanning nearly half a planet is suddenly, but not suddenly, condensed in the universe.
Like a storm in the rain!
With the power of heaven and earth, tear the rain curtain in the night sky.
No language can describe that moment of glory.
Sharp!
Mu fan only has these two words in his heart.
The continuous white torrent swept and dissipated.
The remaining one, as gray as a rock, stopped a hundred kilometers behind Shura.
Behind the huge windmill is not spinning, only the gray and white tail flame, in the center of the windmill slowly pan Guanghua.
Mu fan didn't see what happened at that moment. He didn't see what the long knife was like.
Now all he saw was a long sword slowly returning to its sheath.
The blade, covered with gorgeous dark lines, is gently buckled on the scabbard.
The black light and fog once again covered the whole blade.
”Hey.”