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"What's the history of this horse?" Yan Hua asked.

"It seems that you haven't fully awakened the memory of the God of Death in the beginning, so you can't recognize it."

"Tell me." Yanhua's tone turned cold, appearing urgent.

"In the ancient world, there were warriors and demons, as well as gods of war. This horse is the vehicle of the god of war. It used to have a prominent name in the heavens and all worlds, it was called invincible."

"Ignoring the distance, ignoring the killing intent, being invincible by nature, you can indeed be called invincible. Unfortunately, this war horse is not suitable for you." Yan Hua said.

"Why?" Bing Mo asked in surprise.

"The limit of combat power lies in the moment of life and death. Fear of death is never worthy of being called a true warrior. I think that God of War must regret having invincibility before he dies."

Bing Mo was silent, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice, "You're right. God of War really regretted it when he died. If there was no invincibility, maybe he wouldn't have died at all."

"This is the weakness of the God of War. If you get the invincibility of the God of War, then invincibility will become your weakness."

The soldier demon could no longer speak a word.

"You lost." Yan Hua spoke again, pointing directly at Bing Mo's heart.

When Yuhua uttered these three words, the inner demon had already arisen in Bingmo's heart, and a flaw appeared in his state of mind.

There is a flaw in the state of mind, how to escape the pursuit of the god of death?

"Hand over the warrior's soul, surrender to me, and I will spare you from death." Yanhua said.

"No, you're wrong, I didn't lose, I still have another chance." Bing Mo said suddenly.

"Oh?"

"Live to die, die without regret."

After finishing speaking, the soldier demon jumped up from the horse, reversed in the air, and stabbed Wudi with a single shot.

Hearing a miserable cry, Wudi was pierced through the gate of life by the soldier's spear, and his body exploded directly, turning into countless fragments burning with thunder and fire.

The fragments were still exploding, and finally all turned into burning flames.

The flames converged into a sea of ​​fire, and the soul of the war horse let out a painful scream in the sea of ​​fire, glaring at the soldier demon.

The soldier demon turned a blind eye, watching helplessly as the soul of the war horse burned up little by little, and disappeared without a trace.

"Reaper, our decisive battle has begun." Bing Mo said.

"Very well, now you are truly qualified to be my opponent."

Losing their horses, the soldiers were nailed to the ground with both feet.

Holding the spear tightly with both hands, he frantically charged his strength.

This time, he didn't make any predictions at all, and no matter where Yanhua was, he just wanted to concentrate all his life's combat power in the gun.

The ground trembled again, and the soldiers' feet sank deeper and deeper.

Just the recoil of the gun piercing caused Bing Mo's body to sink to the ground little by little until his body completely disappeared from the horizon.

Yuhua in the air was also accumulating strength, and the wings of the god of death were trembling violently.

Bingmo gave up his war horse, and Yanhua also gave up the small world of lotus.

The earth trembled because of the accumulated power of the soldiers and demons, and the sky was shaken by the accumulated power of Yanhua.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.

The violent explosion set off sand and rocks, and before the smoke and dust dispersed, the matter was directly annihilated and turned into chaos.

In the fog of chaos, the soldier demon stabbed at Yuhua with a single shot.

Almost at the same moment, Yanhua slashed down with a knife.

The blade cut to the tip of the spear.

The two great soldiers took over and lit a sun... like the dawn in the darkness.

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7 Chapter Fifty

Before dawn is the darkest hour.

Seeing that the sun was about to jump out of the darkness, suddenly with a chaotic fluctuation, the sun went out and darkness fell again.

The silent destruction happened in the darkness.

All kinds of chaos and sounds, sound waves, energy, void, material blur, vortex, and black holes converge silently in the arena, creating a doomsday scene.

The darkness that cannot be penetrated by spiritual thoughts, let alone the sight.

After a long time, the darkness finally faded away, and Yan Hua and Bing Mo still stood in the center of the big arena staggeringly facing each other.

The bodies of the two are equally stalwart, and it seems that no one has been hurt.

However, there was a crack in the gun in Bing Mo's hand, extending from the tip to the end of the gun.There was a gap in Yanhua's knife, and the mist of death kept emitting.

The battle was not over yet, and Yanhua began to wield the Styx Knife, and this time it was her who was the main attack.

With her movements, the chaotic energy around her began to condense towards the blade, constantly collapsing, the broken space, and the light distorting and changing, so that I couldn't even see her face clearly.

The space fragments mixed with chaotic energy continuously condensed towards the blade, and the gap of the Styx blade began to repair, and the light on the blade became brighter and brighter, so bright that it hurt people's eyes.

The Styx Knife is getting brighter and brighter, but Yanhua's movements are getting slower and slower, and it is getting harder and harder.

Not long after, I heard her panting.

It's exhaustion, exhaustion of energy that I've never heard of before.

I have experienced life and death side by side on the battlefield with her before. I have seen her bloody and exhausted, but only today I heard her panting and saw her extremely embarrassed side.

The master of the army has been quietly observing Yanhua's movements. He was not surprised when the Styx knife returned to its original state, nor was he surprised when the blade gradually lit up.

However, when he heard the God of Death's panting in embarrassment, his expression changed instantly, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Along with his mourning, the ghosts around the Colosseum let out sighs of anger.

The soul of the undead warrior turned into a thick gray mist and gathered towards Bingmo's body, instantly enveloping him in the gray mist, which would never dissipate again.

At this time, Yuhua's saber intent had been completed, and her panting stopped.