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It’s a little hourglass.
Hourglass!
At dusk, the king’s fingertips lit up with a little red light.
The scythe of the deathly Hallows comes by itself.
The hourglass falls to the ground, which represents the intimate contact of the ground in the’ dark night’.
Finger flick moment
At dusk, Wang Zhi puts out the red light and puts his arm …
The sickle of the deathly Hallows returns to its original position by itself, and its shape spreads …
Tianyang stepped back two steps and disappeared in its original position. A beam of thunder light was rising …
When I went backwards, I went back to three minutes ago
The sun was in a trance.
find
I am unscathed and full of stars.
In the evening ahead, Wang Zhengchao looks at himself.
Behind the dead saint has just recovered.
Everything is back before the war.
The only thing that hasn’t changed
It’s an hourglass when you land in the distance.
When reset!
But Tianyang has already gained some’ experience’ in his mind.
At this time, at dusk, the king raised his hand and released a red thunder, but he raised his hand and Tianyang had left its original position.
He has experienced it once.
I have memorized the attack trajectory of Dusk King.
When the dead saint appeared before his eyes, the teenager never forced him.
He danced again.
But this time it’s easy!
Lei Guang, who hit his knee, was hide by that teenager.
That stroke or arm sickle is flexibly evaded by the teenager.
Shuttle through the red thunder and the deadly sickle intertwined death net
Tianyang is finally close to his goal, and the shadow shrouded in dim light no longer releases thunder.
At dusk, the king held the thunder and condensed it into a long sword.
The figure of the saint of death flashes and chases the young sickle!
Just in the two days, Yangli reset the flashing ring and disappeared instantly.
So the half-sickle left a seventh scar on the king’s chest at dusk.
At dusk, the king gave a shock, anger and roar, and the red ray wandered and ground the bloody sickle!
Not far away, the sun fell directly to the ground.
Xing Yun bottomed out and his physical strength was exhausted. He couldn’t move any more.
Lie on the ground
He saw the figure of the saint of death dissipate, and the crushing sickle fell to the ground and finally decomposed into sludge
At dusk, the king stepped back and the light around him was dim, and the gray spread around the seven black’ scars’
At dusk, the king’s clothes, wings and body turned black and muddy.
He is going to die.
At dusk, Wang Meng looked at Tianyang and raised his finger with red dancing.
But in the end
This bunch of red thunder didn’t come to release at last.
The fingers infected by gray turned into black mud and fell. At dusk, the king collapsed like a sandcastle.
Finally, even the golden wings sank into the black mud.
it’s over
Tianyang finally breathed a sigh of relief