Angers should have collapsed long ago. He now has no place in his body that is not pale.

He has overdrawn twice today, and he has caused himself to have blood in his nose every time. This spirit consumes a lot of energy. Thinking about it, you can tell that such a strange spirit does have to add huge consumption restrictions.

That's right. He overdrawed twice just at zero time today, and even had used bloodshed once before. Angers should have collapsed long ago.

But Angers was still waving the weapon in his hand. In his left hand was the arrogance delivered by the King of Bronze and Fire, and in his right hand was the folding knife delivered by his friend Menek.

He was so weak that his whole body turned white, but at least one was not.

Eyes. Because he has already killed his eyes.

He was the last person to live from the age of the Secret Party to the age of the Academy, and to this day with such great glory. All people in the mixed-race society know this leader of the Secret Party, and also know the heart of the dragon slayer.

Anger.

In fact, Angers was born in a poor family and was filled with loneliness and paranoidness in his childhood and teenage life.

But the encounter with Menek Cassel changed his life. Anger made friends and won his own honor, dreams and even family-like warmth, like a difficult traveler who was ascetic in a lonely cold night.

, Finally found his warm fire.

So he no longer fears coldness.

But in an incident known as "Summer Mourning", the Cassel Manor, the head of the Secret Party, was attacked by the dragon clan at night. An enemy of the Dragon King level sneaked into the inside of the manor, and the Deadpool group surrounded them from outside.

The Lionheart will fall into a death battle. The result is that the first generation of Lionheart will be wiped out, leaving only Angers alone.

The fire he found was extinguished overnight, and even the ashes were not left behind. Losing the warm fire, the endless night mixed with the biting cold, covering the sky.

So the man who once walked on the cold night returned to the cold night again. Walking alone, alone.

But he no longer felt cold. He was no longer afraid of the cold. The fire of hatred was hidden in his heart. It has been burning since Xia Zhi mourned. It was nothing to burn others to death, and it was not a pity to burn himself to death.

Anger lifted a torch called hatred and anger in the cold night, so he no longer felt cold, and he would keep holding the fire there until his own destruction, or the destruction of the world.

The name of the Dragon King, the culprit, will be engraved in Anger's heart with the dirty blood of hatred, and even when he falls asleep, it will twist and sting his heart from time to time, like a poisonous stinger.

The name of the first generation was "Wei Ming Wuyue", or "Li Wuyue".

Who are you looking for revenge?

The sea monster in front of him was more than ten meters high, and it was definitely not an enemy that could be solved by the folding knife. So Anger threw the folding knife towards the King of Bronze and Fire, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.

He used Jianyu to take control of the folding knife, and the weapon flew in the air.

Anger slowly breathed, his face pale, but fortunately he didn't fall down. He inserted the handle of the hand into the scabbard. But the scabbard did not really exist, but was what he had conceived, located on the left.

Waist side.

This is the starting hand gesture of Japanese Kendo Nakamo. The knife hides its weakness in the sheath. When it is still, it is like a fool. However, the knife must be like thunder and lightning, and an astonishing murderous intent will burst out in a blink of an eye.

He slowly turned sideways, shaking arrogance and whistling, and the invisible realm was expanding. It was not Anger's realm, but this sword, it was the product of alchemy technology, sealed into the living dragon-slaying holy weapon...

It's just a living thing!

A little darkness appeared on the tip of the jealous knife, which seemed to be the dark side of human nature like "jealousy". This darkness gradually surged, and almost in a flash, this bright and water-like Taishao turned into a completely dark one.

Blade.

Angers held the hilt with his pale fingers, as if he had held a deep dark night in his hand.

On this blade called jealousy, the night is deep and the sky is dim.

Then he drew his sword.

He slowly drew his sword, and when he drew his sword, he was pulling out his past self from the mud.

He pulled out his lonely and lonely childhood, his adoptive parents trained their children to beg, and suffered poverty and torture; he pulled out his energetic young man, he studied in Cambridge at that time, secretly participated in the activities of the Secret Party, with both academic and demeanor, both academic and demeanor.

Jia; He pulled out Angers when the lion heart met; He pulled out Angers in the mourning of summer; He pulled out Angers who came back from hell...

He pulled out himself and crushed himself one by one, and only entrusted him to this knife.

What kind of knife would this be?

He drew his sword! Pale hands, black knife!

Angers let out anger, and he waved the arrogance in his hand at the extreme high speed. The sword emitted a magnificent dragon roar in his hand, and then a pitch-black sword light.

Blade light!

A sword light!

No sword light was ever black, but now there is a black sword light.

Anger drew his sword and slashed at the largest sea monster. He and his sword were so small that compared to this monster, it was like taking half a toothpick to cut a small hill bag. But the light of the sword had already risen

, This sword light is as vast as a river and as majestic as a mountain. This sword light carries all the wills that Angers crushed and entrusted, and carries a momentum like a mad dragon coming out of the gate, causing a thunderous wind and thunder.

The sea monster was cut by a black sword light, and a gorgeous and huge blood flower burst out, but it was far more than that. The sword light went forward, and after cutting the giant sea monster, he slashed towards Li Wuyue all the way.

Go.

When using this Spiritual Spirit, Li Wuyue must maintain the posture of casting the magic and avoid it. So he manipulated all the sea beasts around him to block his body. The dense sea monsters formed shields with flesh walls.

, attempting to stop the sword light from Angers. But the deep night still cuts everything that it was passing through, and flesh and blood flies everywhere.

Li Wuyue was shocked. He used the magic again. When the sword light was about to reach the door, a huge sea turtle stood up from the water in front of him. The solid tortoise shell was cut out of a huge crack under the sword light.

But finally blocked the attack.

As the king of ocean and water, this is the first time that Li Wuyue has been forced to this level by a mixed race. He is shocked and angry, and is determined to command the final killing weapon: the ghost-toothed dragon viper.

Countless blue light spots rise from the bottom of the water, beautiful and dazzling like stars.

Angers can no longer support him. This knife is the last limit he can do. Today's overdraft may take a long time to recover.

Long Hua's characteristics quickly faded from his body, Anger's vision was dim and his body was shaking.

"Liberavi animam mea" he said in a dream.

This is a Latin proverb, meaning "My soul has been released". His body is as light as a bird, as if his soul is overflowing, and he is actually relieved. He has done everything he can do.

He fell to his knees with his strength, but at this moment, he raised him on his shoulder with one hand.

It was Henkel, the old opponent took a deep breath of the cigar and threw it into the river.
Chapter completed!