Final Priesthood Chapter 257

Chapter 257 A super sure-kill combo! I swear I will sue!

 A figure more than three meters high floated into the air inch by inch amid the smoke and dust.

Until he was level with the handsome man on the sixth stone pillar, facing each other from a distance.

 A perfect body as deep as the night.

 A large number of scarlet blood vessels and meridians, like the roots of some kind of red plant, outline dense and complex, strange patterns like eyes and flowers on the black.

  extends to both sides of the cheek.

 The eyes are pure silvery white.

The long black hair, which is several meters long, spreads out wantonly, floating silently, like a decaying cloak, and like a black flame burning silently.

Lu Yuan hung quietly in the air, and the air around him was distorted in large swaths.

 It is different from the king of ancient Brunt's natural monarch-like noble temperament.

At this time, he was coquettish and evil, and his whole body exuded an indescribable demonic aura.

 As if the ancient seal has been broken, the taboo existence sleeping in the legend wakes up and quietly descends into the world.

Lu Yuan silently felt the change of entering into a limit-breaking perfect form [Demon].

 On the panel, the four basic attributes have disappeared.

  In its place, there is an additional word lv2 behind the [one-time limit-breaking perfect form—demon].

 A number beats silently—[109], [108].

“The strength level of the [Demon] form is determined based on the average of the four basic attributes?

Or the shortest plank that makes up the barrel."

His current four basic attributes are all above 22 points, so the panel shows the level lv2 [Demon] form.

 The duration has been extended by 20 seconds accordingly.

Every cell is releasing pure life energy, and this power surges and swims through the body like a mountain torrent.

“About twice as powerful as last time.”

Lu Yuan's fingers slowly clenched, and his silver-white eyes calmly stared at the handsome man in front of him.

 The next moment, his whole person suddenly disappeared.

 Appear in front of the man as if teleporting.

 In [Demon] form, the skill of [Ultimate Power] is integrated into instinct.

  There is no need to deliberately activate it.

Lu Yuan raised his hand. The scarlet veins on his perfect body grew rapidly without any bulging of the muscles.

The air at the edge of the fist peak suddenly collapsed.

 Punch!

 “Boom!”

　　With a dull loud noise, a huge white wave of air exploded from mid-air.

 Spread to the bottom, and in the square where six stone pillars stood, large areas of piled corpses suddenly collapsed, turned into powder, and dissipated with the wind.

 Wait until the air waves dissipate.

 I saw Lu Yuan in the [Demon] form maintaining the posture of swinging his arms and punching, with his body pressed down.

However, this punch was gently blocked by the handsome man's black-feathered palm.

 The latter's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his gray eyes.

Looking at the distance of the road indifferently, as if looking at an insect that accidentally climbed onto the armrest of his throne.

Lu Yuan stepped back, his expression calm.

 The failure of an attack seemed to have no impact on him at all.

 “SSS above walking level?. Or higher.”

Several thoughts ran through his mind, but his heart was still as cold as ever.

On the panel, the countdown is decreasing second by second.

Lu Yuan glanced at the majestic man in front of him and shouted, "Hey."

 The man's eyes moved and he looked at him.

 “Won't you tell me what the form of the test will be?”

Lu Yuan had no expression on his face and spoke in a bachelor manner.

The handsome man replied calmly with an indifferent expression: "If you can survive one hit from me and hurt me once, you will pass.

 You have already accomplished the first point.”

 “Oh. I hurt you once.”

Lu Yuan nodded, thought thoughtfully, and then raised his head.

 The enchanting and demonic face became ferocious little by little, as if he was grinning.

 “That's very simple!”

The last three words have an abrupt and elongated sound.

By the time the voice finished, Lu Yuan had appeared above the handsome man's figure again.

His demonic body, which is more than three meters tall, is fully stretched.

The surrounding circle of air exhibits a twisted shape that collapses inward.

 There was an invisible vortex forming around him.

 Then quickly converged on the fist of his right hand.

A terrible oppressive force came into being, and the huge square seemed to be darkened.

Even Xie Jun and the other two people, who were watching the battle from a distance, felt an indescribable discomfort under the pressure of this momentum.

 It's like the low pressure before a storm, making people breathless.

 When this momentum brews to a certain peak.

Lu Yuan's silver-white eyes sparkled, he raised his right fist high, and his black hair danced wildly, as if he was holding a collapsed void.

 “Super sure kill—the power of one domain!”

 “Boom!”

 With one punch, the light in this space seemed to be dimmed a bit.

The handsome man raised his head, and his indifferent eyes reflected Lu Yuan's quickly amplifying and terrifying punch!

 But there was still no emotion at all.

 “Boom!”

 The sound was like thunder striking the earth.

 An unprecedented terrorist shock wave spread out.

Above the square, countless corpses suddenly rose into the air and dissipated into ashes.

The ground cracked, the earth and rocks rolled around, and the five surrounding stone pillars collapsed.

The air in the entire space shook violently, as if the earth had been suddenly hit in the heart.

Xie Jun and the other three people watching from a distance were so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood.

However.

 When all the movement subsided, the scene at the center of the battle group emerged.

Just after they regained their composure, the expressions of Xie Jun and the others froze, and then a deep sense of despair emerged in their eyes.

I saw the King of Ancient Brent hanging on the sixth and now the only stone pillar. The handsome man raised a hand and was gently squeezing Lu Yuan's **** fist in his palm.

His expression remained unchanged, and his body did not seem to move or deflect at all.

He looked at Lu Yuan calmly and whispered a few words in ancient Ling language: "Weak. And clumsy."

 An indescribable feeling of invincibility emanated from him.

 However, Lu Yuan did not seem disappointed at all.

"Yeah?"

Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

 In the next moment, the silvery white light in his eyes became brighter.

“[Super sure kill—the power of one domain]!”

“[Super sure kill—the power of one domain]!” “[Super sure kill]”

 He punched hard for a second time, then a third, and a fourth.

Each punch is as fierce as the first.

The vision like the collapse of the void bloomed and extinguished quickly like fireworks, and the thunder that slammed into the earth kept falling.

 “Boom!”

 “Boom! Boom!”

 “Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Lu Yuan punched continuously. On his perfect demonic body, those **** lines that grew wantonly continued to grow, almost covering his whole body.

His black hair, which was several meters long, was like a flag blowing in the wind, fluttering wildly behind him.

The terrifying shock waves spread out in circles, shaking the air and the ground like water waves.

 The whole world seemed to be shaking.

 Lu Yuan kept punching, and each punch was the full force of [Super Kill - Power of One Domain].

 After sending out nine consecutive punches, the demonic body was almost covered with **** lines, and even a small amount of blood seeped out.

Lu Yuan's punching action suddenly stopped.

Hands spread out, the vortex of dead air that still existed in the sky was attracted to him.

 The rolling death energy is gathering.

 Half of it turned into a mighty, majestic and turbulent dark river.

The other half blended with the inexplicable light and turned into lifelike crows of death.

The pitch-black river fell from the sky, and tens of thousands of crows of deathly energy silently fought to cross it.

 In a daze, it seemed as if a pale full moon was rising from behind Lu Yuan.

 Lu Yuan stretched his arms and then closed them.

 With a domineering and unparalleled gesture, he put the final symbol on all this.

“[Super sure kill—death on the road to death]!”

“[Super sure kill—A Thousand Crows Ode to the Moon]!”

 “Super sure-kill combo!”

 “Boom!”

 The majestic death energy crashed down, completely engulfing the figure of the man on the sixth stone pillar.

The crows of deathly energy swarmed in, boosting the flushing trend.

The shaking of the ground continued, and the deathly air as thick as water submerged everything. Even the aftermath of the leakage on the ground rolled up more than ten meters of earth and rocks and pushed them out in all directions.

Xie Jun and the other three stood blankly in the distance, staring at this scene.

 The eyes of the three of them were filled with deep confusion.

Everything in front of me, and the data that seems to be declining endlessly.

 At this moment, they can hardly tell what is reality and what is illusion.

Lu Yuan was suspended in mid-air quietly, looking at the death-qi waterfall in front of him that he had made with his own hands.

The **** lines all over his body are gradually fading away, and the demonic body that was slightly damaged after the "power overload" is also rapidly recovering.

On the panel, the beating countdown has reached [65].

Lu Yuan looked calm and whispered to himself: "This time... it should be almost done."

 He was not sure what level the super-killing combo he had just reached.

 But that was almost considered his true ultimate explosion at this stage.

 If it can't be hurt like this.

"Forehead"

Lu Yuan's thoughts were still rolling in his mind, and his eyes suddenly froze.

 He saw.

 In the rapidly fading death energy waterfall, a human figure gradually appeared.

 The elegant and noble King of Ancient Brent.

At this time, a body covered with crow feathers was covered with an exquisite, noble and gorgeous black armor.

There are many signs of wear and tear on this armor, and in some places, there are even signs of damage.

But these traces are disappearing quickly.

 “The power to arouse some interest”

　　The man carefully examined the damaged areas.

After the entire armor was restored to good condition, he raised his head, looked at Lu Yuan with a rather appreciative gaze, and praised without hesitation: "It's very good, but it's a pity that it's still a little bit short."

 The man stretched out his hand and compared the thickness of his armor, with a look of regret on his handsome face.

Lu Yuan was stunned.

 After a few seconds, the whole person returned to calmness again.

 He said nothing, turned around and disappeared.

At this time, the death energy waterfall in the sky has completely disappeared, along with the sixth stone pillar underneath and the entire corpse square.

 An extremely huge deep pit remains on the ground.

The man, on the other hand, is floating above the pit.

Lu Yuan fell on a ruins not far away, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his black hair several meters long was spread freely.

 “Have you given up?”

The man standing in the air looked at him.

Lu Yuan raised his head, narrowed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

“No, I'm just thinking about how I can leave my footprints or palm prints on your stinky face that's full of 'pretending'.

I swear."

Lu Yuan said in a low voice: "I will definitely complain to her next time I see her."

"Well"

This time it was the man's turn to look stunned.

Lu Yuanyuan ignored him, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

at this time.

 His panel.

The countdown to the [Demon] form only has [50] seconds left.

　　The figure speeding in mid-air suddenly stopped.

Han Xun was hovering in the air like an eternally frozen iceberg.

 He felt waves of terrifying aura coming from the front, like heavy hammers.

The face that seems to have remained unchanged for a long time also has slight fluctuations.

"interesting."

 He muttered something.

 Then the right arm started to glow.

A large amount of ice-blue liquid flowed out from under his black combat uniform, and quickly condensed into a several-meter-long sword in his hand that was completely ice-blue and exuded an astonishing chill.

His right hand holds the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife droops.

 He continued flying in the designated direction with a calm expression.

 (End of this chapter)

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