Commanding Wind and Cloud

All exploded! The dark magic armor stimulated Rafal's fighting spirit to skyrocket again and again, his muscles and muscles stretched and skyrocketed, as if he had turned into the blood of a troll, his fighting spirit rose by 30% in an instant.

At this moment, the fighting spirit of enthusiasm turned! The Dou Xin, which was always just beating, started to rotate like a Dou Qiao at this moment, forming a huge vortex that crazily devoured the surrounding air force!

Rafal's arm swelled up again and again, and his fingers also became thicker. The fingers revealed a strong and solid force. The clenched fist was like a huge hammer, and it hit the vigorous body.

Not much technology, simple, rough, direct reckless! With strong strength, forcibly overwhelm the opponent!

Terrible vindictiveness! Rafal's fighting spirit is even stronger than when he has the fighting spirit consciousness! This is the power of the holy weapon set! It is also the reason why for thousands of years, apart from these six sets of holy weapon sets, there has never been a holy weapon set!

Holy artifact, too strong! So powerful that you can't do it even if you want to! It is so complex that it cannot be completed by one person, or even by a team!

The vigor of energy is worse than Rafal's by more than a line! There is a full 30% grudge! But the momentum of the two is neither higher nor lower! Rafal might have been weaker than the vigorous spirit, but the dark magic armor gave him infinite confidence and strength, and the belief of invincibility was deeply rooted in his mind, which made him make up for this gap.

Erupted! All exploded! Rafal wants a quick fight, the Devil's Eye of Destruction is always a threat, if it hits the head, it will be troublesome! Motivation also wants to fight quickly, even with the help of fighting spirit consciousness, it is really hard to say how long the fighting spirit is compared to, and the opponent is a blood demon warrior with a holy weapon in his body, God knows if there will be a breakthrough in front of the battle, condensing the fighting spirit? At that time, there will only be defeat!

Fengyun Dou Qi frantically poured into both arms without capital, and quickly completed them in the order of splitting gold and chopping. The bones, blood, and muscles gave out ear-piercing vibrations under the impact of Dou Qi.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Driven by the fighting spirit of the complete body, the chirping sound was more piercing than that in Enlak's fighting qi room, as if thousands of swords were pulled out of their sheaths!

What was drawn out this time was no longer the sublimated life and fighting spirit of the soldiers on the battlefield, but the glorious soul of the iron-armed mantis bloodline warrior that absorbed and fused like a seed in the Dou Xin consciousness to take root in the Dou Xin consciousness!

For thousands of years, the soul of glory has been the guardian of mankind on the frontal battlefield!

In a desperate situation, there is no retreat! The indomitable soul that never surrenders until the last one falls! The soul of flame that burns with all the glory of the Iron Arm Mantis warrior bloodline family! All of them are integrated into these two arms!

All strength, without reservation! The vigorous bones of the whole body were crumbling, and all the strength was fully bloomed. Duan Fengbuer even felt a little dazzled, as if he had seen countless years ago, the head of the iron-armed praying mantis bloodline family who went forward bravely entered the demon formation without looking back, covering the great emperor of the Zhence Dynasty, His Majesty Fulong Zhence.

The glaring blood drops ooze from the skin again, as if praising the heroism of the Iron Arm Mantis bloodline family fighting in blood!

Sword intent! Countless saber intents spewed out frantically from the vigorous body, and after each blow, the saber intents were forcibly retracted into the arms, completely fused with the two arms! It's as if countless warriors holding swords are all merged into one with energy and become a part of energy!

The sword intent is brutal and overwhelming! Arms wrapped in battle qi, turned into swords, with a roar that tore through the air, just like the heroic roar of the iron-armed mantis bloodline family on the ancient battlefield, passed through time and space to the present to cheer for enthusiasm!

Rafal felt the danger instinctively for a moment, and roared crazily in his heart: the great, supreme sacred weapon, the Dark Demon Armor! Give me more strength! I want stronger vindictiveness!

Boom! Fighting energy erupted from Rafal's body like a tide, thirty thousand revolutions! Thirty-three thousand revolutions! The bucket orifice rotated at high speed as if it was about to be torn apart, and the huge pain turned into bursts of indescribable pleasure! The fist that was thrown doubled again!

The vigorous Fen Jin Lian Zhan slashed fiercely on the two huge fists, and a thunderous explosion roared in the hall, and the soil under the two people's feet flew high.

Rafal moved! The piercing pain from the bone in his hand made him move! Regardless of the energy, his mouth was torn open and blood was spurting, he, Rafal, moved first! Because one of his fist bones was broken!

high speed! Use high-speed movement, the strongest speed of the blood bat family, to kill this annoying human!

moment! Rafal appeared on the left side of the drive, and at the same time as he punched out, he moved to the right side of the drive again at high speed and punched again: "Have you ever seen me? Can't you see it? I can see all your actions..."

The vigor of the muscles from the toes to the calf vibrated at a high speed, and Rafal's punch hit the air: "How is this possible?"

While screaming, Jin Jin's body appeared on the left side of Rafal, and the Fenjinlianzhan shook at a high speed, as if running all the way among millions of troops, that iron-armed praying mantis blood warrior with arms dyed red!

Rafal's scalp jumped wildly, how could anyone be faster than the blood bat demon warrior? Could it be that he belongs to the Zhence Dynasty... No! He is not a blood warrior, he cannot...

A vigorous body appeared on the right side of Rafal, and the golden slash continued, like thousands of warriors rushing out of the body at the same time, slashing at Rafal's head and arms fiercely with thousands of swords! These places are not protected by the dark magic armor.

In a hurry, Rafal shook his head around continuously, and saw two motivations. He couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake for a while, so he instinctively raised his hand to block it.

boom! Fenjin Lianzhang hit Xuantie's hand, this time the momentum of going forward and never retreating broke Rafal's Xuantie hand fighting skills.

With one hit, the vigor of splitting the gold is like overwhelming the sea, and it is like a thousand knives coming out at once, slashing crazily to every part of Rafal's body.

boom! boom! boom!

After several consecutive blows, Rafal relied on the burst of fighting spirit stimulated by the dark magic armor to forcibly block the vigorous attack. His waist and legs retreated again and again, and he withdrew from seven or eight parts in one breath. He could only barely parry and had no ability to fight back.

Back off! Rafal's mind was full of retreat, as long as he retreated to a safe place, as long as he could get a very short respite, then he would surely kill his drive by counterattacking again. The fighting spirit in his body was swelled and swelled.

To gain time! Buy enough time! Rafal backed away again, and every time his hands blocked, it was like the pain he felt when his arm hit the iron rod when he hadn't practiced fighting skills.

This is an aura in which the energy has continuously climbed and accumulated to the extreme these days. All the fusion studies have been completely released under the strong pressure of Rafal's grudge and the pressure of the dark magic armor this time.

The way of fighting that energy is originally integrated into fighting spirit is to move forward, to move forward and to move forward! Now fused with the ancestors of the Iron Arm Mantis bloodline countless years ago, how fierce is the power of that strong fighting soul erupting?

This is a life-and-death battle in which he has truly bloomed with all his strength since his debut. His spirit, inspiration, fighting spirit, and everything he can give are all bet on this battle. This is the most brilliant moment he has bloomed in his life. He will never back down when facing the holy weapon!

opportunity? What about timing? When to catch your breath? Rafal endured the pain in both arms, seeing the blood in Qian Jin's palms, he couldn't understand, isn't he tired? How many hits was this hit? Fifty? eighty? one hundred? Or two hundred? Does he need to breathe?

Dou Xin, why hasn't he condensed it yet? Why is Dou Xin going to disperse again? Rafal wailed in his heart: Holy Artifact! Give me more power from the invincible dark magic armor!

puff! A puddle of blood spewed out from Rafal's shoulder. It wasn't his body bursting with energy, but his body bursting with vindictiveness.

Puff, puff, puff...Blood spurted out of his body several times in a row, and Rafal's fighting spirit rose again, but his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his energy. Fenjin Lianzhan appeared everywhere, and the stronger fighting spirit that erupted had not yet become powerful, and was severely suppressed.

how come? How can it be! Rafal's arms suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the clear sound of bones breaking finally sounded.

Crack...Crack...Crack...Crack...

With the first breaking sound, there were more than a dozen bone breaking sounds in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Rafal's arms and bones shattered countless times, and his body backed up again and again, and his eyes were full of vigorous figures.

Another hand! Enlarged at full speed in Rafal's pupils, he plunged deeply into the position a little below the throat!

puff! His fingers pierced into the flesh and clasped the dark magic armor that was almost fused with his body! The powerful tearing force pulled out the Dark Demon Armor crazily.

"Don't!" Rafal looked at the blood spurting from his chest and the detached dark magic armor and let out a desperate scream: "Don't...don't leave me..."

The bright black eyes turned gray again in a blink of an eye. Rafal sat on the ground and looked around in panic: "Why can't I see again...why can't I see again..."

Mo Jin's legs trembled violently, several times of using Wan Ying, coupled with the crazy high-speed movement, his body was almost unable to bear the high load of movement.

The blood dripped down into the grass along the dark magic armor, and was completely absorbed by those mutated flowers and plants that liked blood.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Sitting in the grass, Rafal yelled in panic, "I have the Dark Demon Armor, how could I lose? How could I lose?"

Vigorously threw the Dark Demon Armor into the Doujie. Although it is a sacred weapon of the demons, and it is very strange, Rafal who used the Dark Demon Armor, who was just thirty years old and looks like a ninety-year-old man, is still a sacred weapon. It is very necessary to study it.

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