Winnie Berent stared at Zhang Yuanqing and said, "Besides that, do you have anything else to say to me?"

What she wanted was obvious and clear at a glance.

Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the cool and sexy Chief Prosecutor of the New York County Branch and sighed, "Why do I have to deal with the debt of love of the original body!"

After complaining, he smiled bitterly and said, "Baby, I understand what you mean. I can swear that my feelings for you are as hot as the sun. My previous ruthlessness was not because I was cold-hearted, but because I had to do so because I loved you so much that I didn't want to hurt you.

"Now that I have returned to normal, no longer tainted by the Holy Grail, there is no longer any obstacle between us. My love for you will last until the end of the world."

Winnie Berente remained indifferent on the surface and smiled coldly: "Maybe, the world will be destroyed tomorrow."

Zhang Yuanqing said confidently: "So, I will do my best to save the world, not for justice, not for my country, but just to continue loving you."

Winnie Berent was in a trance for a moment, and finally, finally...she saw the demon king again!

Although the Demon Lord has a gloomy and cruel personality, he is also nonchalant, good at sweet talk, and occasionally smiles evilly. He has a distinct personality and personal charm.

Winnie had also imagined what he would be like if he had not been contaminated by the Fallen Holy Grail!

Now he has the answer.

This is the state of her demon king after he is free from pollution.

She felt happy to have regained her old love. Although she felt tender in her heart, she still maintained a cold attitude and said, "Demon Lord, I am tired of hearing your hypocritical words.

If you want the Elvis speaker back, I'll give it to you. I don't care about it."

Winnie opened the inventory and threw the palm-sized black speaker over.

Zhang Yuanqing reached out to catch it. His clone had no inventory, so he put it in his pocket. He heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "My dear sister, if the world doesn't end, I will marry you in a sedan chair carried by eight people."

The world is about to be destroyed, so why bother being serious? He doesn't mind saying some touching words and making some random promises, at least the listeners will feel happier.

As Winnie was suddenly stunned, Zhang Yuanqing turned into starlight and disappeared.

A few minutes later, the clone Zhang Yuanqing appeared in an empty room in New York County with its doors and windows sealed with wooden boards. He sat cross-legged by the window where sunlight was leaking in, staring at the Elvis speaker in front of him. After thinking for a while, he said, "I want to listen to all the audios I recorded after reaching the Saint Realm."

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The Aries formation.

The Fearful King looked at Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye King standing side by side, and said with a smile: "You two, one is my old subordinate, and the other is my junior from the training class. We are all acquaintances and have no grudges. Why don't you just get along peacefully in the dungeon and wait for the result."

Hearing this, Fu Qingyang's stern face relaxed, and the concentration and vigilance in his eyes disappeared.

The next second, his eyes rekindled his fighting spirit, and he summoned the Golden Dragon Sword without hesitation to show his determination.

He was almost "bewitched" and lost his fighting spirit.

Fortunately, the swordsman's iron will and Mr. Qian's combative nature allowed him to get rid of the influence in time and regain his fighting spirit.

Fu Qingyang turned his head to look at the Demon Eye and asked, "How is the combat power of Fear?"

Looking at the demigods of the lawful and evil camps, the Lord of Terror is at the bottom in terms of combat power. This is closely related to his age. Terror and Fu Qingxuan are of the same age and both served as interns in Heavenly Punishment.

A rising star.

The path of spiritual practice emphasizes daily accumulation and the gradual development of strength.

Compared to those demigods who have practiced for a century and gained fame in a short period of time, the King of Fear is far behind in terms of application of skills, development of spells, and accumulation of props.

But a demigod is a demigod. With just one skill, he can kill a master instantly and suppress the existence of a peak master.

It is an existence that controls some of the power of rules.

The Demon Eye King sneered: "The last one! But it's no problem for you to hang us up and beat us.

"After entering the ninth level, my status is very close to his, and the Eye of Bewitching has the power of rules. So, in this battle, I will be the leader and you will be the assistant."

In fact, the Eye of Bewitchment already had the rudiments of rules. After he entered the realm of domination, it was strengthened again and completely became a rule-based skill.

Whoever you glare at will lose control!

Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said calmly: "My slash also possesses the power of rules."

The Demon Eye King raised his lips and said: "But you are definitely not as good as me, because I still have a trump card."

Fu Qingyang had a blank expression on his face: "Who doesn't have a trump card?"

"My trump card must be stronger than yours. The Demon Eye King raised his chin.

The face of the King of Fear in the distance darkened, and his eyes glowed scarlet.

Said: "Are you two......"

Before he finished speaking, the Demon Eye King quickly pulled off the band on his forehead, revealing an evil vertical eye with red eye sockets and dark gold pupils.

The golden-red beam shone on the King of Fear, causing the second half of his sentence to get stuck in his throat and his scarlet eyes became dull.

This is the improvement of the "Eye of Bewitching" after it obtains the power of complete rules. On the basis of influencing the spiritual power in the target's body, it also adds the ability to influence the soul.

The King of Fear fell into a daze, his spiritual power running wild, tearing his meridians and organs. Before the fight even started, he was severely injured by his own out-of-control spiritual power.

The body of the Demon Eye King suddenly grew taller, his muscles swelled, his skin turned pure black with a metallic luster, the flesh under his ribs split open, and thick arms emerged, condensing into swords, spears, halberds, sticks and other weapons.

He was like a thousand-armed Rakshasa, wielding all kinds of weapons and rushing towards the King of Fear.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang opened the inventory and grabbed a golden dragon-shaped sword and a black cloak embroidered with golden cloud patterns.

The cloak unfolded and was draped over the back.

Fu Qingyang's aura was rising steadily, and sharp sword energy was spewing out from every pore, like a peerless sword being unsheathed. At this moment, if a master below level nine took a look at him, his eyes would be blinded by the sharp sword energy.

Fu Qingyang poured all the sword energy in his body into the Golden Dragon Sword, stepped hard with his right foot, and slashed out suddenly.

No testing, no warm-up, just go all out right from the start.

The terrifying sword energy mysteriously disappeared the moment it left the sword.

In the distance, just as the King of Fear's dull gaze recovered, his throat was cut silently. The cut expanded and deepened on both sides, and his cervical vertebrae were broken, leaving only a little flesh on the back of his neck.

The head of the King of Fear was suddenly hung on his back in a horrible manner, and was almost beheaded.

Fu Qingyang's sword was meant to chop off his head, but it failed.

achievement.

Can the skill be performed remotely? The Demon Eye King was shocked. Fu Qingyang's attack was impossible to dodge in the first place, and now that he could cut people remotely, it was even harder to defend against.

Although he was shocked, he did not give up the opportunity created by his companions. He swung his eight arms and wielded weapons, raining down on the King of Fear who was wearing a neat suit.

Either chopping or splitting, either knocking or stabbing.

The weapon condensed by the ancient god of war has the effects of armor-piercing and bleeding. The powerful body of the King of Fear was covered with wounds, broken bones and tendons, and torn skin and flesh. Large amounts of blood soaked the pure black suit.

The Demon Eye King raised his sword high and chopped it down with all his might. With a "puff", the head of the Fear King was completely chopped off and rolled to the ground.

Fu Qingyang, wearing a swordsman's cloak, grabbed a sword box, and the lid of the box popped open, with a whistling sound.

Six three-inch long pocket flying swords shot out like lightning, two of them were entangled together, and flew straight like spiral drill bits, and two of them drew a semicircular arc and went straight to the back of the head.

The two swords soared into the sky, turned their sword tips at high altitude, and landed with a sharp sound.

Each flying sword contains sword energy that can cut through space, as well as sword intent that can shock and kill.

The primordial spirit is hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, the sea of ​​consciousness is hidden in the Niwan, and the Niwan is hidden in the head.

When dealing with a demigod-level enemy, the benefits of severely damaging the soul are far greater than destroying the physical body.

At this time, two blood-red rays of light descended from the sky, one shining on the head and the other on the body.

The head was bathed in a faint bloody glow, and the eyeballs rolled around, waking up from its daze. The eyeballs rolled upwards, and two sharp sword auras shot out from the pupils, like two dazzling lightning bolts.

The two flying swords that descended from the sky were knocked off their trajectory, and with two "puff" sounds they plunged into the desert and disappeared.

Then, the King of Fear opened his mouth and bit the two flying swords that were shot towards his face like spiral drill bits. His sharp white teeth made a "crunching" sound as he chewed the two flying swords into pieces.

Finally, he turned his head left and right, puffed up his cheeks, and spat out flying sword fragments, knocking away the two flying swords that were circling towards the back of his head.

Before being polluted and turned into a bewitching demon, the Lord of Fear was once a scout and a Yanshi of high rank.

On the other side, the headless body of the King of Terror, the suit on his back "snorted"

"La", and a pair of strong arms grew out of the ribs. One of the arms was as sharp as a knife, easily piercing the chest of the Demon Eye King, and swung it up with all his strength.

The Demon Eye King, who was more than two meters tall, flew into the distance like a huge rock, smashing large holes in the desert and raising a cloud of yellow sand.

The body of the King of Fear slowly possessed the head and picked it up, pressing it on the neck. With a series of "clicks", the cervical vertebrae automatically connected.

He moved his neck, his bones crackling, and two blood-red lights merged into one, becoming increasingly intense, shining on the King of Fear like a stage spotlight.

Terrible power was bred in the mighty body with three heads and eight arms, and a violent and bloodthirsty aura was growing rapidly.

The King of Fear looked at the two of them, a hint of ferocity appeared on the corner of his smiling mouth, his pupils were bloodshot, like an extremely bloodthirsty murderer, and he continued the second half of the sentence he had just said: "Are you two... taking me too lightly?"

Fu Qingyang looked up at the blood-red star in the dark sky and immediately understood the crux of the problem.

He turned his head and looked at the Demon Eye King who was flying back from a distance, and said: "I agree with your suggestion."

"What suggestions?" The Demon Eye King didn't react immediately.

Fu Qingyang said: "You play damage and I play support!"

The Demon Eye King looked at the Godlike and demonic King of Fear, who was in a bloodthirsty and violent state. He was silent for a moment and asked tentatively: "Don't you never retreat? Don't you never retreat even if you die?"

Fu Qingyang remained calm: "This is not retreating, it is a reasonable tactical arrangement.

match!"

The Demon Eye King looked at the Fear King again. Being a paranoid man, he took the initiative to give in: "Actually, I can also play a supporting role."