"Swordsman is so bright that it flashes."

At that time, the distance between Black Mist and him was only a few centimeters.

But as the sword light flashed like snowflakes in the mirror, the few centimeters of the 0:00 ended up becoming a distance that could never be crossed.

No one saw whether Xinghuan had just drawn the sword, when did it come out, or which sword he swung.

No one knows, no one sees it.

Even the long night on the edge flashed by this sword light did not know.

The black mist sprayer in his hand froze in the air, and the black mist erupted by the creation of technology could no longer exist.

"laugh--"

A sound like a balloon leaking air sounded.

The head on the edge of the night slowly slid down from the mud-like body.

The huge weapon in his hand also hit the ground with the sound of his head falling to the ground.

'call……'

The surging and majestic black fog finally dissipated in the air with their master's body.

But Xinghuan knew that even if the black fog disappeared, their master's body would still come back and gather in a new posture again in front of him.

"Please guess it boldly." Xinghuan covered his cloak back in front of him, "What period will be the edge of the long night next."

"I guess." Xie Lan's tone was calm, as if he had expected it, "The next one is probably not the long night on the edge."

"What else can it be if it's not the long night on the edge?" Xinghuan frowned.

However, when he just asked this sentence, he had an answer in his mind.

"Wait, you mean-"

"That's right." Xie Lan nodded, "I'm just talking about that thing."

"Industrial Morning Star."

"Industrial Morning Star."

The two of them said the name in unison.

So, the two of them immediately heard the voices of the black fog that had just been dispersed returned to their master's position again and began to gather a brand new form again.

However, this time, because the two of them had a prior judgment, they had already had a real idea when the black fog just condensed the two tail wings behind them.

"It's Industrial Morning Star indeed."

After staying together for so long after following the edge of the night, the two of them already knew what the Mecha form of Industrial Morning Star looked like.

"Can I destroy it directly now?" Xinghuan held the bamboo stick in his hand tightly and asked Xie Lan.

"I don't know this." Xie Lan spread her hands, "but I think you can try it."

"Then try it."

Xinghuan said, thinking about it, he took back the bamboo stick, and pulled out the giant sword that had once shined on the battlefield from under the cloak, dragging it toward the edge of the long night.

"Drink!"

When the rings and the edge of the night were only one position away, he suddenly waved his giant sword, pointing directly to the neck of the unfinished Industrial Morning Star.

According to what Xie Lan said, "just behead the head", Xinghuan is still quite perfect.

But the facts were not what he wanted.

His giant sword passed directly through the body of the edge of Chang Ye.

Moreover, because the power generated by swinging the giant sword was too great, when the giant sword in the star ring penetrated, his own body rushed forward with the inertia of his giant sword.

"It seems that it's not possible." He said to himself with some loss.

Then, when the ring was about to fall forward due to losing balance, his right hand reached directly into the cloak, and took out the bamboo stick he had retracted again from it, and then inserted it into the ground with all his strength, stabilizing his body.

"It's really dangerous." Xinghuan supported the bamboo stick and restored his body to an upright state. Then he took a few steps back and looked at the gradually forming mecha in front of him.

"Since I can't strangle it in the cradle, I might be able to get a time difference and cut off its head at the moment he finished it." Xinghuan said to Xie Lan, pressing the giant sword in his hand.

"It might be good." Xie Lan nodded, "But you still have to be careful. After all, no one knows what other trump cards this soul fragment representing Industrial Morning Star has."

"No problem, he has a trump card, can't I have it?" Xinghuan blinked and began to sing.

"The flames are endless, the fierce battles are endless, the crimson is spreading, and no history is left. Don't ask my name. Only the sword is three feet tall. Those who seek the dead live, those who seek the living die—"

As the spells in his mouth continued to echo in this space, the broad sword in his hand gradually ignited a blazing flame.

On that simple sword, there are several symbols that only exist in the gods.

"Artificial Projection Levatin!"

The demon sword burning with flames relied on this broad sword, burning the surrounding space to a certain extent.

"Is this your trump card?" Xie Lan's eyes were obviously attracted by this beautiful weapon.

"This is not." Xinghuan shook his head, "This is just an ordinary weapon. My real trump card will not be revealed until I have to use it."

"But I believe that by that time, his trump card would have been cleaned." Xinghuan's eyes were fixed on the edge of the night that was about to be reshaped, and the magic sword in his hand was slowly clenched.

"It seems that my sword blade should be unsheathed." Xinghuan held Levatin tightly and aimed at the neck that he had been staring at for a long time.

Xinghuan has no doubt that if he successfully rescues the Edge Night this time and leaves smoothly from this ghost place, he will definitely become an excellent executioner.

Although he doesn't want to do such a job, at least he can.

"call."

His eyes looked at the whole body of Industrial Morning Star in front of him like a scanner, estimating its current reshaping progress.

After all, he didn't want to cut another sword.

It would be fine if the ordinary sword just now cut the air. If this sword breaks the air again, it would be a mistake at the artifact level.

What's more, the flame magic sword in his hand did not allow the master to make mistakes.

"ha."

The mechanical sound is becoming more and more obvious.

This is the sign that Industrial Morningstar is about to be reshaped and completed.

Because that loud sound is the sound of the power furnace produced when used in the long night on the edge.

Once this sound returns to normal, it means that Star Rings should take action.

"Prepare."

Star ring aimed at Industrial Morning Star's neck, and the magic sword in its hand was tightly clenched.

‘Crack…’

The sound of mechanical operation is timely.

"Drink!"
Chapter completed!