That's it!

The black sword body, the black hilt, was only pure black. There was no variegation, and the long sword gave Diorkuz a familiar feeling.

"Where did you get that long sword?"

Standing on the roof, Diorkuz stared at the robber's leader coldly. His eyes were filled with a seriousness because of the appearance of the long sword.

The dark sword made Diorkuz feel the seriousness of the situation!

The black sword is: the weapon forged from death energy that the madman once possessed!

Standing on the ground, the robber leader saw Diokuz's changing face, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

He shouted to Diorkuz:

"I know I'm afraid now? It's too late! This long sword is my treasure, don't underestimate it. It's not just a weapon, but also a prop that can enhance strength!"

The robber leader grinned, and the long sword in his hand burst out with a dark dead aura. The dead aura spreading around instantly dyed the surroundings black, as if blocking the light, and the entire base became dark.

The robber leader stood on the lawn with a grin, and the dead air around him kept drilling into his body.

The next moment, his muscles all over his body instantly bulged like a hormone injection. His originally thin body instantly became huge and his body suddenly increased to three meters.

The muscles in the body are like iron blocks, making people feel the pressure of power.

Seeing the changes in the robber leader, Diorkuz, who was standing on the roof, frowned.

He thought:

I didn't expect that Death Qi had such a purpose, so it seems that I'll try it out after a while.

"Ah hahahaha! I see, my strength! I am full of strength now. Are you scared? Are you scared!"

The robber leader was lost in his power and stared at Diokuz with a smile. He thought that with the blessing of death, he was already invincible in the world.

Diorkuz, standing on the roof, stared at the robber's huge body coldly and said disdainfully:

"poor and weak!"

"What!?"

Hearing this, the robber leader roared and stared at Diokuz angrily, he did not allow others to laugh at his power.

Diorkuz jumped down from the roof, his legs stood firmly on the grass, his eyes staring at the robber leader.

Waving her and saying again:

"I said 'poverty and weak'! Didn't you hear it clearly!"

"Teach ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The robber leader on the opposite side made a disgusting cry, and anger occupied his mind.

He gritted his teeth and raised the sword in his hand and whispered to Diorkuz:

"I will let you know my power! My power is invincible!"

The war is about to break out!

Diorkuz stared at the robber leader coldly, standing there radiating a sense of oppression of power. His hands slowly overflowed with the pitch-black liquid, which flowed with Diorkuz's palms, and finally formed two long whips.

One left and one right, Diokuz held it in his hand, and the suppression of power immediately made the robber leader feel a suffocating and oppressive feeling.

He stood there, his expression on his face turned distorted under the sense of oppression. Cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, and his face looked very ugly.

He thought tremblingly:

What is this!? What is this!?

Isn’t my strength the strongest? My strength is the power given to me by the Black Temple!

"Absolutely impossible!! I am the strongest!"

Under the pressure, the robber leader couldn't bear it and raised his long sword and slashed towards Diorkuz.

"Die under my strength! Tie ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The long sword in his hand slashed ruthlessly at Diorkuz, but Diorkuz did not dodge or dodge in the face of this.

Because he had no need to dodge, the death breath was originally his.

Death energy will not hurt him as his master!

So Diokuz said only one sentence.

"Poverty and weak! You stupid person, you actually use other people's power to attack the master of power! This is seeking death!"

Diokuz shouted, raised his hand and waved his whip at the robber leader.

call!

A long whip composed of liquid dead air thrust heavily on the incoming robbers.

Bang!

The painful sound reminded me of the robber leader flying over, and he screamed with grin:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

But it wasn't over yet, Diorkuz whipped up another whip!

Bang!

Another painful sound, the robber leader stopped in pain and retreated suddenly.

"Damn it! You trash!"

Taking a step back, the robber yelled, staring at Diorkuz with his eyes as if he was about to eat him.

Standing on the grass, Diorkuz stared at him coldly.

"Trump? You're talking about you."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The robber was so angry that he stomped his feet, and he couldn't even see the obvious gap.

He was lost in his power and had an obsession with the power of death. It was like a drug that made him unable to let go and could not help but suck.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! If I want to kill you, I will definitely kill you. Use my invincible power!!"

The robber leader ran up again frantically, but his attack was useless to Diorkuz.

Diokuz, who held the death whip with both hands, saw the robber leader's stupid behavior and shouted loudly:

"Sad, I feel your sorrow. Those who are lost in power, let me, the master of power, clean up you!"

Diorkuz held up his death breath whip with both hands and kept waving at the robber leader who rushed towards him!

Whoosh!

Two whips were used in two-pronged approach, one left and one right whipped the robber's head.

Slap!

The thumping sound that made people's scalp numb sounded on the robber's head.

But this time was different from the last time. This time the robber leader did not retreat because of the pain. He gritted his teeth and ran towards Diorkuz step by step.

"Your attack has no longer worked for me! Death, boy!"

The robber ran and roared, and the sword in his hand slashed down and slashed towards Diorkuz's head!

Seeing his sword landing on Diorkuz's head, he smiled victoriously.

"Success!"

Cang!

The sword shattered the moment it slashed Diorkuz's head, like glass!

"What...what!?"

The broken sword of death in the robber's eyes made him feel incredible, and he felt that his world was broken.

My power...Is my power so vulnerable?

"What a joke!!"

The robber leader, who was unwilling to accept the facts, rose up and held the broken dead sword and stabbed Diorkuz.

This time, no surprises.

The moment the Death Sword stabbed Diorkuz, it was like glass shattering, and the fragments of the sword splashed into the air.

Looking at the splashing fragments, the robber leader noticed Diorkuz's cold eyes.

"What are you...what are you going to do!?"

He was scared, he was scared.

The long whip of Diorkuz's hands, staring at him coldly, dissipated, and then the dark dead air climbed up on his arms, wrapping his entire arms.

"What do I do? What I want to do is to punish you, the evil man!"
To be continued...