Chapter Two Hundred and Seven Thinking back to the battle between the saint and the evil king of darkness, it can be said to be overwhelming! It's dark! The sun and the moon are dark! And this area was completely rendered into a dark space by the dark air after the battle! The Evil King of Darkness back then was already on the verge of entering the realm of God! But it is still difficult to resist the power of the saint! And this holy sword and that saint from back then have made great military exploits! "I didn't expect this holy sword to be my own. Senior, your power is too powerful! Even the holy sword is in your hands!" Yang Jian looked at Lin Yun with admiration.
Who has never heard of the power of this holy sword! Its strength is far superior. But since that battle, this long sword has disappeared into the long river of history! Now it seems that it may have been buried in this bone mountain. "This long sword seems to belong to me!" Lin Yun stroked the holy sword slowly with his fingers. There is extremely powerful power in this holy sword. Not the slightest bit aggressive towards him. That point of familiarity seems to be his weapon for getting along day and night. Lin Yun suppressed the doubt in his heart, and the roar of the demon suddenly sounded in his ears. "You're just a girl, why bother to struggle here, it's better to just admit defeat obediently and give in, don't worry, I might forgive you in the end. The Ninth Evil King had a ferocious expression on his face. He stood on the city wall and looked at Houtu with incomparable arrogance. "At that time, I will give you to these little brothers of mine, and everyone will also taste the taste of the prehistoric saint."!" The words of the Ninth Evil King instantly elicited roars of laughter. The dark creature looked at Houtu with incomparably gloomy eyes. The overall situation has been decided, there is no suspense in this battle, it is their victory! No matter how much Houtu has the power to resist, it cannot be compared with the dark creatures at this moment. All their resistance, in the end, will become a big joke! "Just you and your subordinates, obediently become our puppets, and rest assured that I will let you experience the joy of the world."
The Ninth Evil King said frantically, with an undisguised provocation in his eyes. Such disgusting words! Invisibly, the anger in the heart suddenly rises! "You're dreaming!" Houtu slowly supported her body with his sword. All the soldiers behind her have fallen, and she is the only one standing. "Even if I'm the only one left now, I will never let you succeed. If you want to invade the Great Desolation, don't dream! Die obediently here is your final destination. They have been entangled with each other for 10 years. Evenly matched from the start. Up to now, every step of suppression. The soldiers of Houtu are getting fewer and fewer, but the number of subordinates of the Ninth Evil King is increasing year by year! "This is the place where I am stationed deep in the bones. There will be a steady stream of corpses, which is the supply of our strength!" "The more you people die, the more powerful I become, hahaha, how dare you provoke me at this time. Back then, the Ninth Evil King chose this place to fight because he liked the terrain here, which was beneficial to him! Up to now, the provocations in his voice are not covered up in the slightest! "Many of us die, and it will turn into a big knife pierced into your heart." Hou Tu let out a wry laugh, with a little more anger on his face. Now they have no room for resistance! But so what, as long as she still has breath, she must not let the Ninth Evil King succeed and invade the Great Desolation. "] Empress Houtu, we don't have any fighting ability now, you run quickly, don't worry, even if we wait for our last breath, we will definitely let you leave here!" "Empress Houtu, when the time comes, you will bring the Lord back and avenge us!" Countless prehistoric creatures reluctantly climbed up and said with a wry smile. Now that the dead end has been decided, why should they continue to struggle instead of following the trend. It doesn't matter if they are dead, as long as Houtu can live. "Now the other saints are fighting more and more sluggishly. In their territory, we have no chance of winning after all, but if the Lord comes up, the situation will be very different Countless creatures knelt on the ground and begged bitterly! They can't go back to the prehistoric times, but Houtu can! As Lin Yun's wife, she (Li Le's) already had this right. "I can't leave so many of you here and run away! That's a cowardly act. Since we want to fight, let's concentrate on attacking together.
Hou Tu shook his head, his eyes slowly fell on the Ninth Evil King, with firmness as always. As in decades! "Even if I die in battle today, I will definitely bring you, a bastard, to hell with me!" The Ninth Evil King frowned slightly. As a semi-sacred realm, Hou Tu must have a hole card in his hand that he can't even detect. Losing a battle with this kind of person is just exhausting his energy. "I will not leave this city! After all, my subordinates are enough to kill you."