That was my sword technique. Sethil sat on the audience stage and stared at the whole process of Luo Qianhuan stabbing the magic sword in his hand into Lanslo's shoulder...

Familiar movements and familiar styles are my own sword skills. Serhili's sword skills have no name, and even no fixed moves. The sword skills style formed during a long trial with the monsters.

To be honest, it should be said to be a kind of combat instinct.

Thursey even had the illusion that she was fighting Lancelo…Did you defeat him with my sword?

"You are not weaker than anyone! My Lord!" When Luo Qianhuan said this, Sethili still remembered it vividly.

It's such an incredible holy sword. Sethil stared at Luo Qianhuan silently, worried that I would keep going to depression? I won't admit defeat to anyone... Qianhuan... Depression and other things will not appear in my life!

"Will Mr. Gang become so strange?" Lisa sat beside Thuri and felt the atmosphere become strange.

"Captain is burning." Garen sat in the position behind Lisa, patted Lisa's shoulder and gave a thumbs up. He said in a look that I knew, "Captain's soul of struggle is burning!"

Indeed, Sethil felt like he was underestimated by Luo Qianhuan. Judging from the power of the Frost Sadness, it was very easy to kill Lancelo in seconds, but Luo Qianhuan did not, but used his sword skills to fight Lancelo to death. These were like proving for himself... he was not weaker than Lancelo.

"No one needs to understand..." Lancelo felt as if he could not feel any pain at the great sword that pierced his shoulder. He reached out and grabbed Luo Qianhuan's great sword again. Without any hesitation, he swung the iron sword covered by the dead energy and slashed it down.

"Ignorance guy!" Luo Qianhuan was not qualified to accuse Lancelo of the belief that no one's wish was selfish! But Lancelo's approach was too selfish...

This time, Luo Qianhuan did not dodge. Lancelo held Luo Qianhuan's arm and the iron sword in his hand pierced Luo Qianhuan's abdomen.

At this moment, there was a commotion on the stage.

After piercing Luo Qianhuan, Lancelo released the iron sword, moved the magic sword in Luo Qianhuan's hand away from his arm, and then took a few steps back.

Even if the dragon's body is eroded by death, there is only one way to die. It is torn to pieces by death and then swallowed. Lancelo has seen people killed tens of thousands of times in this way, because they are all done by himself... This time it is the same as the scene that has been repeated tens of thousands of times.

Being swallowed by this disgusting energy in your body, Luo Qianhuan's words really stimulated Lancelo... I couldn't even hold the sword right away just now. The guilt accumulated over the years made Lancelo crazy, but he still had to take care of His Highness the Queen... This belief has always supported His Highness, so His Highness the Queen's order is the meaning of His Highness's survival!

"What qualifications do you have to deny it!" Lancelo stared at Luo Qianhuan who lowered his head. The golden hair blocked Luo Qianhuan's face so that Lancelo could not see Luo Qianhuan's expression clearly. Now he must be facing the fear of death... Just like those unarmed civilians, Lancelo's hands were trembling for some reason. I couldn't erase the fear in his heart. What are you afraid of... Lancelo looked at Luo Qianhuan in front of me, I had already won... What are you afraid of!

"What a wonderful power." Luo Qianhuan raised his head and looked at Lancelo with a relaxed expression. It had no effect on the iron sword that pierced his abdomen.

"It's useless to hold on." Lancelo gritted his teeth, thinking that Luo Qianhuan was just pretending now... Immediately...

"It's not a stubborn person... a sad guy..." Pink cherry blossom petals appeared behind Luo Qianhuan, holding the iron sword that pierced his chest with his hand, and the dead air filled it.

You should know that as long as Luo Qianhuan is under the blessing of Qianben Sakura's characteristics, he is immune to physical attacks. As for those resentments from the dead souls?

The Frost Sadness appeared in Luo Qianhuan's hand. The Lich King was moved by the undead here? Now the swordsmanship has proved enough. Sethilly has the potential to defeat Lancelot, so Luo Qianhuan has...

I'm tired of playing!

"Bankai... Qianben Sakura." Luo Qianhuan pulled out the iron sword that pierced his abdomen, and even a drop of blood did not appear on the sword edge. The dead aura of the dead was still wrapped around it. Then Luo Qianhuan spit out a few words under Lancelo's horrified gaze: "Jijing. Qianben Sakura Jingyan"

Tens of millions of swords made of pink cherry blossoms surrounded Luo Qianhuan and Lanslo, turning into a cylindrical shape that blocked the audience's sight, abandoning all defenses for attack, Qianben Sakura's second state!

No one knows what's going on in the field now.

"I've said it all..." Luo Qianhuan gently stroked Lancelo's iron sword, and the dead energy on it was circulating around Luo Qianhuan's fingers, like an obedient loyal dog. "These powers are wonderful, from millions of unarmed civilians..." Luo Qianhuan stared at Lancelo's eyes. At this time, the momentum emitted by Luo Qianhuan was even more evil than that of Lancelo.

Lancelo kept retreating, and the resentment and guilt from those who had slaughtered kept hitting Lancelo's heart. This game could not be lost... In the end, the belief defeated Lancelo's inner fear. "This is your order!" More chains burst out behind Lancelo's back, and hundreds of locks of looking up to the truth were forged almost instantly. Such things have become common in Lancelo's life.

"Hey..." The endless cold easily freezes all the chains into ice sculptures and stops in front of Luo Qianhuan. Luo Qianhuan sucks some of the remaining power of Lancelo into the sadness of frost and slowly says: "Do you want to really see these unarmed resentment that you cruelly tortured and killed civilians?" Luo Qianhuan increased his tone and shouted: ""Blood-stained follower" Lancelo!!"

"What a joke!" Lancelo pressed his hands on the ground and began to chant the forging runes quickly. This game must be won... Don't be scared by his aura... Lancelo doesn't want to see His Highness showing a disappointed expression! Don't want to see it! "Your Highness, the princess who is blocked in the crystal tower, waits for the opened bones of the beast, the sage who is crushed by the shattered, runs contrary to this person! Bond the truth of this world! The chains that have slaughtered those who protect the truth! "Looking at the lock of the truth!"

The spell that was completely opposite to the original in the forest, the chains forged by Lancelo in the state of the undead were also stained with the dead energy of the undead.

"Oh oh oh." Luo Qianhuan spread his hands and felt the resentment of millions of undead under his feet. Unconsciously, Luo Qianhuan's hair had turned into a silver color like frost and snow. "Is this the resentment of the person you slaughtered? Lance Luo!" Luo Qianhuan stabbed Frost's sadness into the ground, and the earth shook even more violently for a moment.

"Then I will show it to you. The resentment of millions of innocent people is caused by you!"

A rotten arm suddenly appeared on the ground and grabbed Lancelo's feet, with a rotten smell and plague on it. Lancelo stared at the arm in horror... The crying of the undead was heard around him, and one undead zombie after another broke out from the ground. It was not the undead zombie in heavy armor and battle-hardened undead robes. At most, they were only wearing a tattered cloth robes, and there was even a petite undead zombie holding a tattered doll... They should be less than ten years old before their death...

"No..." Lancelo stared at these familiar figures, all the civilians he had killed, and his brain sat down on the ground with no thought for a moment.

"How does it feel to look directly at your sins? "Blood-stained follower" Lancelo." Luo Qianhuan pulled out the sadness of frost that pierced into the ground, and looked at Lancelo who was sitting on the ground with a frightened look on his face. It's not over yet... It's not enough... It's necessary to let this guy understand the pain of death... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!