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Chapter 228 The Struggle Between Holy and Evil

Chapter 228 The Struggle Between Holy and Evil

He has all the characteristics of the six major professions. He is one of the two holy kings of the good camp, the Unparalleled Saint, and the holy king that all players dream of.

The sage stood there incomparably, like an unattainable mountain, which made people stop.Behind him was a big poisonous bee the size of a bull's head, flapping its four wings, buzzing, and circulating a powerful ban, making the air crackle and crackling, making it hard to breathe.There is no doubt that this is a banned poisonous bee.

The strange thing is that the ban-level giant poisonous bee floated quietly behind Saint Wushuang, without a trace of bloodthirsty and ferociousness, and looked very docile, like a pet of Saint Wushuang.

"It's you, the incomparable saint!"

Sweetheart was shocked. Although Saint Wushuang never showed his face, but as a generation of Starlight Hierarch, she still knew the existence of Saint King Saint Wushuang. This person was definitely more terrifying than Saint King.

"Damn, even he has come out of the mountain, and it looks like there will be another big battle." God Zhu frowned, revealing deep worry. Anyone who knows Saint Wushuang is afraid of him. The imposing manner gave Zhushen the idea of ​​surrendering without a fight.

"Who is Saint Wushuang? Why haven't I heard of it?" I love you Xueyue looked puzzled and looked at the opposite Saint Wushuang curiously. Isn't it just a holy king, what's so great, brother Xueyue has killed a holy king.

"He is a generation of hidden powerhouses, you all retreat quickly."

Lin Ziruo's heart tightened, and from the powerful aura emanating from Saint Wushuang, he knew that he was a master, and from his eyes, Lin Ziruo saw the lonely mood of a master, with a lonely heart, just like himself, unbearable. Every flag bearer.

"My opponent is the evil king Xueyue, not you, you can leave." Saint Wushuang never looked at the five sweethearts, treating them as air.

"Saint Wushuang, you are too arrogant!"

"If you want to touch the boss, you have to pass my level first."

The prodigal son turned back and punished the gods. They were furious. They had never been so ignored by others. It was a humiliation to them.

"I think you value love and righteousness, so I won't kill you. Don't force me to take action. Once I do, you will be finished." Saint Wushuang shook his head, sighed, looked at Lin Ziruo, and continued: "Blood Moon, you Right?"

"Sweetheart, you stand back, I'll meet him." If Lin Zi knew that Sheng Zhe Wushuang was not lying, once he made a move, it would be almost as if Tianxin and the others would not die.

"But"

In the middle of Tianxin's words, Lin Ziruo interrupted: "You believe me, I will definitely be able to defeat Saint Wushuang, just like I defeated Saint King."

"Don't talk to that rubbish of the Holy King, he is not worthy to be with me." Saint Wushuang scolded, raised his hand, and ordered: "Big poisonous bee, block the surrounding area, and don't let anything come in."

"Yes, Master." The forbidden-level poisonous bee left in response. Its forbidden power covers a kilometer. Once an object breaks in, it will be fiercely attacked.

God, his methods of controlling the 450-level banned giant poisonous bee are too terrifying!

Saint Wushuang has the means to control the 450-level forbidden boss, which deeply frightened everyone and made people feel fear.

Lin Ziruo also had a look on his face. If this guy could control a forbidden BOSS above level [-], how could he fight him, not even the BOSS machine?

In fact, if Lin Zi thinks too much, Saint Wushuang has a skill to control bosses. With his current cultivation base, he can control up to 480 forbidden bosses, and the maintenance time does not exceed 7 minutes.

Even so, Saint Wushuang is still very terrifying. A player who can control a forbidden BOSS higher than his own level will scare people and stun them.

"Sweetheart, stay back."

Lin Ziruo took a step forward, raised his holy ax to the sky, his aura was rising steadily, every move of his hands and feet, the aura of the king was overflowing, swallowing up the mountains and rivers, behind him the four-layer halo of blue, purple, black and red flashed, with a dazzling light that stung people. Unable to open eyes.

He did not underestimate Saint Wushuang, he faced it intently, exuding a monstrous evil spirit, like an evil god descending.

"Evil King Tianzhu, now!"

If Lin Ziruo thought about it, a four-color sky pillar that was one foot thick rose from behind him, connecting the sky at the top and the earth at the bottom. 13 damage.

"Evil King Tianzhu is nothing special, I also have Holy King Tianzhu, now!"

Saint Wushuang's eyes shot out two rays of light, his fighting spirit surged, his arms waved, and a four-color sky pillar similar to Lin Ziruo rose from behind, filled with bursts of sacred power, facing the evil power, There was a fierce confrontation.

You push me forward, you retreat and I advance, like enemies meeting each other, they will never stop dying. The place where the evil power and the holy power meet is full of flames, and there are bursts of crackling sounds, crushing the void and breaking it into a vacuum.

Although it is not a confrontation of real swords and guns, this kind of confrontation of thought power and will is more terrifying than the former one. If a bad soul is injured, the end will be to be scattered and die.

"Xie Wang Xueyue, you are not my opponent. I don't know what kind of reward I will get after killing you as a holy king. I am very much looking forward to it. The holy king is immortal!"

Saint Wushuang's aura pierced Changhong, his will was strong, and his holy power was vast. He roared up to the sky, took a step forward, and erupted with even more powerful holy power, suppressing Lin Ziruo's evil power.

"I really don't think you can beat me."

Lin Ziruo spoke calmly, without changing his expression, and activated the power of the evil heart, increasing his combat power by 99 times. With an unexpected blow, a terrifying evil power erupted, sweeping across the world, shattering the saint's unparalleled holy power and his The Holy King Tianzhu sent him flying a hundred meters away.

puff!

The Saint Wushuang spurted out blood, causing 360 to [-] blood damage and losing nearly half of his health.

That's not all, powerful evil energy invaded his body and launched a frenzied attack on his soul, like thousands of roots taking root, Saint Wushuang screamed, fell to the ground, rolled over with his head in his arms, causing 22 damage each and every one.

Because Saint Wushuang underestimated Lin Ziruo, he was hit by the power of the evil heart. Saint Wushuang lost 82% of his blood volume, leaving [-]. He fell into a state of dementia, as if he had been beaten stupid.

"Grass, I thought Saint Wushuang was so powerful, but it turned out to be vulnerable."

"Bah, what kind of hidden master is just a fool."

"Brother Xueyue is the most powerful. He is the nemesis of the Holy King. Brother Xueyue, I love you."

The Prodigal Son, Killing the Gods, Wu Yuan I Love You, they shouted loudly, and they were excited and excited when they saw Lin Ziruo fucking the Holy Man Wushuang in one fell swoop.

Lin Ziruo smiled and quickly rushed towards Saint Wushuang, slashing him with an ax without giving him any chance.

The blue ax flashed, blood splashed everywhere, and Saint Wushuang was broken in the middle, but there was no damage value.

"No, this is a clone!"

(End of this chapter)