It was too big. But the returnees had been away from the Bis continent for too long. They had never seen such an attack, so they lost the ability to fight back when the incident happened.

"In the name of victory, we dedicate our bodies and sacrifice!" Several returnees who were sneaked into the shadow by the killer howled and rushed towards the deserted place - the shadow killer used the shadow to move, so there was no room left for them.

There was no room for action! Others watched them sacrifice their lives for righteousness, with admiration in their eyes.

In grief, the ferocious look on the face of the returnee was so deep that it penetrated the bones!

But after just three sprints, their bodies exploded. The lumps of flesh and blood caused large tracts of red liquid to fly around, and strange-shaped fragments fell all over the ground. It was disgusting! Several black figures jumped out from the shadows.

, spinning and rising in the air, sliding towards the outer fighting field... there is a melee of hundreds of people, which is a place full of life for the killer.

"Don't even think about running away!" Several melee elders who had been prepared flew up and chased after them with red eyes.

For a moment, there were flying shadows everywhere in the sky, and the fighting was fierce. After hearing two sounds of "Qiang Qiang!", a black shadow and an elder fell from the sky at the same time. Seeing the killer's casualties, the returnees who were watching the battle cheered loudly and cheered.

Thunder - the elders finally found a way to restrain each other!

However, at this moment, Cohen, who had been watching coldly, moved.

His speed is not very fast, but it is weird enough. At the beginning, he seemed to be charging towards the false god king. In the middle of the journey, he suddenly turned to face the returner on the side. After that, he ran towards the false devil king, but

In the end, the eight-sided stick hit the false god king's gun head for sure - Cohen, who was afraid of being sanctioned by the rules, was a little weak in strength. However, the false god king who was played by him experienced the exertion and withdrawal of strength.

After a series of twists and turns, the combat power at this time is in a state of dwindling...

So with a "choking" sound, the false god king was knocked away again.

The pseudo-devil, who was well prepared, took a step forward and inserted his white palms into the golden light of the eight-sided stick. Amidst the "crackling" collision sound, his two palms flew up and down, and finally squeezed out the shadow of the stick, covering Cohen with one palm.

On the chest. Cohen's body trembled violently and his hands slowed down. The two sticks crossed each other but failed to seal the pseudo-devil's arm. The cunning pseudo-devil had already withdrawn his hand after succeeding.

With a "boom" sound, the two eight-sided sticks collided together, and the shell of the stick cracked, bursting out with an extremely dazzling light. The pseudo-devil was covered by this light, and couldn't help but scream and closed his eyes, panicking.

Stop and fly backwards.

How could Cohen give him a chance to escape? He chased after him as if he was close to him, gritted his teeth, rounded his hands and waved a greeting to his head!

"Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!" There was no move at all. Cohen's eight-sided stick slashed randomly, hitting the pseudo-devil's raised arms like wind. Every time there was a sound, the pseudo-devil took a step back.

Until he was beaten into the returner's formation by Cohen.

"Get the hell out of here!" Cohen put his foot on the lower abdomen of the pseudo-devil. With a twist of his wrist, the eight-sided stick swept left and right. The returnees next to him began to suffer misfortune again. Two people's cheeks were smashed on the spot! But this

This time, Cohen ignored the elders and singled out the weakest returnees to attack, and the result was naturally extremely brilliant - before he beat one with a stick, now he wiped them all away.

But this is a melee, and it’s about equal exchange. No one can be immune here. Even people with very high martial arts skills who can kill many people without taking a breath can’t guarantee that they won’t be stabbed. Cohen also

Same.

He was like a weakling who was risking his life, looking for someone to be buried like crazy - the scenery in the front was endless, with split human bodies and screams; but behind it was a miserable life, with attacks and revenge coming from behind! But Cohen didn't care at all.

It is not about his own safety, because there is a clear goal hidden beneath his madness, which is to limit the limits of the power of the pseudo-gods and demons.

Fichet couldn't break the rules of the magic circle, but he really found a solution for Cohen: Although the power of pseudo-gods and demons can change, there is always a limit. The existence of those weak returners in the light network can make the pseudo-gods and demons

Reduce the strength to an extremely low level, and may even exceed Cohen's strain limit. This means that as long as the opponent is willing, Cohen will be ravaged by the magic circle even if he lies down and pretends to be a dead dog, so the top priority is to kill the weakest ones and let them

The strength of the false gods and demons cannot be reduced to that level.

The opportunity to send out killers and disrupt the formation was achieved at a high cost, and it only happened once. So Cohen had to risk his life to kill, even leaving his back as a target!

He wants to undo the unfairness in this gambling game, because only when the chips between the two sides are not much different, superb gambling skills can come into play. Cohen is willing to risk his own life at all costs. Every time he kills a weak returner,

The chip gap with the pseudo-gods and demons will be reduced...

Strangling like a lion attacking a rabbit, plus the help of the group of killers who acted strangely, by the time the pseudo-god and demon king recovered from the shock, almost all the weak ones among the returnees, especially those hanging on the light net, were dead. See

Flesh and blood were flying all over the place. When they heard the desperate screams, they immediately woke up and rushed towards the core with great tacit understanding.

There is no rescue method more effective than attacking Fichet!

The abilities of the pseudo-gods and demons were instantly raised to the highest level. An ice sword and a silver gun were used to kill like lightning! This was not the pretense just now. The screams of the two weapons even drowned out the shouts of killing in the audience.

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"Qiang..." Fichet unsheathed his long sword. He leaned forward with a regular bow, straightened the sword and stabbed back. A huge cone-shaped fighting spirit condensed on the one-handed sword, and he faced the puppet with an indomitable momentum.

The spearhead of the God King.

After a trembling sound of "ding", the golden fighting spirit exploded, and a powerful shock wave emerged centered on the impact point - the body of the false god king's spear suddenly bent like a bow, and the tip of Fichet's sword melted instantly

, the sword body also broke and flew apart inch by inch!

Fichet's face instantly turned pale, and his pure white warrior robe was torn apart by the sputtering energy, stained with crimson blood flying in the air. However, his steps did not retreat at all, and there was no change in his firm gaze. On the blade of the sword

After it shattered, he ignored another attack coming from his side. He punched the rebounding gun with one punch, and the other punch went straight to the face of the False God King. The latter, who was holding the gun in both hands, turned his head to avoid it, but he didn't think about it.

Fichet grabbed his hair with her fingers spread out, and at the same time, her knees flew up and hit him in the face with a "thud" sound.

Fichet's movements are still elegant, still smooth, and still pleasing to the eye, but the sharpness and determination hidden under this gentleness are intimidating. This is an extremely fierce style of play.

The spinning False God King let out an unwilling groan and backed away in great humiliation. He never expected that the other party would fight him to the death at the risk of his own safety. The False Demon King's attack had already arrived, and he could kill him with one sword.

Killed him.

After recovering from the soreness and pain, the False God King raised his eyes to observe, but failed to see the scene where Fichet's blood was spattered on the spot. What appeared in front of his eyes was a shocking and inexplicable picture - the tip of the False Demon King's sword.

It just stopped on the side of Fichet's neck. Although it was only three fingers away, it could no longer be stabbed! However, there was bright red blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

In this shocking freeze-frame that shocked onlookers, Fischette's strength failed, the pseudo-devil's attack was blocked, and Cohen tightly grasped the ice sword, and blood was flowing through the crystal light blue sword. It's Cohen!

He directly grabbed the ice sword with his palm!

"Want to kill my brother?" Cohen sneered, "Have you asked me?"

His eight-sided stick was still whirling and killing people in the distance, so the pseudo-devil asked confidently: "Do you need it?"

With a "whoop" sound, Cohen's violent flying kick subverted ordinary people's understanding, and struck down from above like lightning and thunder.

"Dang!" The ice sword broke into two pieces!

"Peng!" The false demon king was hit on the shoulder and neck and staggered back.

"Poof!" The sanction of the law came down, and Cohen's face darkened, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood again.

The False God King rushed forward and used both hands to help the False Demon King, but as soon as his palms were placed on the False Demon King's back, a huge force surged from the False Demon King's body, and the astonishing destructive and murderous aura shook the False God King's body.

The energy field rushed to pieces, and with a sound of "ah", the false god king was directly knocked away, and the false devil king also turned into a gourd rolling on the ground.

Although Cohen's injuries were the most serious in comparison, it was the opponent who was hit. Indeed, Cohen was subject to various restrictions, but he suppressed the pseudo-gods, demons and returnees with an invincible momentum!

Perhaps an occasional suppression is nothing, but who can calmly face an existence that looks down on them from beginning to end, an existence that seems to be forever invincible!

He seems really invincible...

"Bah!" Cohen wiped his mouth and patted Fichet on the shoulder, and the latter said as if nothing had happened: "Be careful, people will see through you if you keep doing such dangerous moves..."

"The rescued people have no right to be picky!" Cohen snorted repeatedly, "Now, it's all up to you."

"Copy that." Feixie nodded and glanced at the pseudo-gods and demons indifferently, "Just go ahead and do it."

"Relax!" Cohen gave a big smile, moved his feet, and was already standing in the core of the magic circle, "I am so greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Before the false gods and demons recovered, in full view of the public, Cohen hung his right hand directly above the core. His eyes were calm, and he exhaled a breath from his chest. The pure power from the Mother Goddess spurted out from the palm of his hand and went straight into the core of the magic circle that was waiting to be fed.

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Huge energy was input into the core, and the bright red blood also fell drop by drop, causing countless ripples in the blurred scene.

"The source of life sleeping in dreams, the supreme power lost in time..." With the spell, a mighty momentum burst out from Cohen's body, and the entire eternal element array was trembling gently, and the sky above his head

In the middle of the night, the situation changed, and the air currents in the sky were activated by the spell, roaring towards where Cohen was standing.

The False God Demon King who had just stood up was shocked, not because of this spell, but because Cohen initiated the awakening at the most suitable time to counterattack himself. The awakening process requires a very powerful energy injection, but Cohen now has no such thing as waiting for the city.

With such a seizing method, all he can use is the power in his own body. How can he satisfy the needs of the seeds?

Although Cohen is the most suitable and adept at awakening the Eternal Elemental Array, and although he must have received careful guidance from the Mother Goddess before awakening the Eternal Elemental Array, it is impossible for a human body to possess this level of energy!

Most of the confidence of the pseudo-gods and demons comes from this. Normally, Cohen should at least have a process of trying to gather strength, but his current choice is very strange. The more he injects strength, the weaker he becomes. So, with Cohen

What can he do to block the attack from below? Does he really intend to sacrifice his life for justice? But the key to the question is, can he block the attack from below just by ignoring death?

A smile emerged from the corner of Cohen's mouth, and the smile spread slowly, with a bit of simplicity and rawness, but also a bit of teasing and evil, which was deeply charming and intoxicating.

But the face of Fichet next to him was extremely serious, and his hands kept grabbing weapons from the void, including knives, guns, swords, halberds, long bows, and short crossbows, with different textures and colors, and they were densely packed with weapons.

The entire core edge.

Amidst the strange sound, the lines of the formation trembled slightly. Cohen raised his eyes, his resolute eyes filled with infinite tenderness and attachment. Then, he opened his lips slightly, and said solemn and sad words:
Chapter completed!