He recalled desperately in his heart, and at the same time, the yellow-brown one-eyed of the panting dragon also stared at Jenkins.

　　 The moment the two looked at each other, the time and space around them changed again. The natural breath is far away from here, the plants in the quagmire are withered in large areas, leaving only some terrible dead branches still standing in the mud. The blood color in the muddy water has not disappeared, and there are more brownish-yellow and jet-black things with foul smell.

　　 It seems that this area "rotted" in an instant, leaving only Jenkins and the Black Dragon unchanged.

　　 "Maybe the enemy is a brilliant illusionist, and the dragon is just a phantom. After all, using a black dragon as an opponent is really an exaggeration."

　　 Jenkins comforted himself in his heart, and then asked:

　　 "Do you know what is going on now?"

　　 "Yes, of course I do."

　　 Black Dragon uses Elvish language, and he clearly sees the lineage of Jenkins. And when it spoke, Jenkins also confirmed that this was a real entity, not an illusion.

This is very troublesome. Even if the opponent is judged by the fire-red door frame as having the same strength as the three-headed golem because of injury, the pure blood dragon's spell resistance is so scary that it is not as obvious as the golem. weakness.

　　 Although the sword in Jenkins's hand can cut through the opponent's hard dragon skin, it is still difficult to get close to the past.

　　 One person and one dragon stared at each other, Jenkins held his breath, and the black dragon also held his breath. The dragon's neck swelled slightly as he held his breath, as if a ball that was expanding in volume was stuck in his neck.

　　 Jenkins is quite familiar with this scene. He has seen this scene countless times in the history of the dragon melee in Blacktown.

　　 In the next second, black flames spurted from the mouth of the black dragon, and the flames, like a sea of ​​fire, sprayed from left to right as the dragon turned its head.

　　 Jenkins knew that such a ranged attack could not be avoided, so he simply stood still and slashed forward. I don’t know if he is too powerful now, or the black dragon is really badly injured. The shining sword light actually split the breath of black flames, and even injured the dragon’s head, adding another one to its face. scar.

　　 Not only Jenkins didn't expect it, but Black Dragon didn't expect it either. The two sides once again resumed their eyes. Jenkins was thinking about the post-production, and he didn't know what the black dragon was thinking.

　　 But fortunately, this dragon can't fly for the time being, otherwise Jenkins would not be able to win an air battle sitting on a high stool. Seeing that the one-eyed black dragon had a longer life than him, Jenkins stopped waiting and took a step forward with his sword.

　　 "Your sword is too powerful, it's unfair, half-elf, you are damaging the noble honor of the elf."

　　 Black Dragon protested loudly.

　　 "Sorry, I am not an elf, and I have never been in an elf community."

　　 Jenkins replied casually, with a tense spirit, ready to meet the dragon's counterattack at any time. But Black Dragon didn't do that, instead he asked:

　　 "Huh? In your time, didn't the elves recognize the identity of half-blood elves?"

　　 "No, there are no elves in the material world in my time."

　　 He took a step forward again. Heilong's body trembled, but he still didn't fight back, as if he had given up his defense.

　　 "There are no elves? This is really a boring world."

　　 "Not only are there no elves, there are no dragons either."

　　 "So what is left in the material world?"

　　 It asked again, and Jenkins moved forward again.

　　 "Only humans are left."

　　 waved forward suddenly, the air bomb ring on his finger immediately detonated the air between Jenkins and the black dragon. The surging airflow and the extremely strong air pressure change caused by the explosion filled the surrounding area with water mist.

　　 In the mist, Jenkins fell from the sky, holding a sword in both hands and stabbing the head of the black dragon.

　　The dragon raised its neck unhurriedly, and moved to its mouth with the bulge of the neck. It grew its mouth, and the hot black dragon's breath sprayed into the sky. This time the intensity was obviously stronger than the previous attack. It was actively showing weakness just now, trying to lure Jenkins closer.

　　 But the sword in Jenkins's hand still split the breath of black flames. The coat on his body protects Jenkins from the continuous damage of the dragon's breath, and the spitting sword pierced through the dragon's head firmly.

　　 The sword pierced the dragon's skin, and the bright red blood spilled out like a fountain, making Jenkins almost think that the dragon's face might also have large arteries. Although this was not a fatal injury, Jenkins failed to keep piercing and was slapped back to the ground by the black dragon's paw like a fly. However, the undead curse attached to the sword on the living has already exerted its effect at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 In fact, Jenkins's strength is weaker than this injured black dragon. The world tree seedling is only growing. He has not had time to let him dig deep into that natural power, and he can't raise his hand thunder and stomping his feet. Therefore, gaining the upper hand at this moment is purely a powerful weapon in hand.

　　Thinking that Screw Pompeii relied on the skeleton sword to escape from the hands of the church demigods and Jenkins time and time again, relying on the power of the sword.

Therefore, Jenkins, who knew where his advantage was, gave up the idea of ​​one-shot killing. After successfully hitting the dragon's head once, he switched to walking around the dragon steadily, taking the opportunity to add a wound to the opponent from time to time to let the undead. The curse is even stronger.

　　The black dragon cannot move. This is the most serious problem after it is injured. His claws, dragon's breath and even spells were almost unaffected by injuries, but his inability to move greatly reduced its threat to Jenkins.

　　 Black Dragon certainly does not know the origin of the sword in Jenkins's hand, but this does not prevent him from making a few wounds on his body and understanding Jenkins’ plan:

　　 "Half-elf, you are so mean!"

　　 Even the pure-blooded black dragon can't stand the cursing power of the Bone Sword.

　　Jenkins of course knew that this was despicable, so he didn't answer the words of the black dragon at all.

　　 "If you lose that weapon, you are nothing at all."

　　 Long continued to growl, actually trying to distract Jenkins, but Jenkins still ignored it.

　　 "One day, when you lose the weapon in your hand, you will understand how much power you have without that sword."

　　 It continued, and then sprayed a black sea of ​​fire toward the front again.

　　Jenkins only learned that the color "bright black" really exists today, but the dragon's breath, which should have been the most troublesome, is completely ineffective for Jenkins. Anastasia's dragon's breath may be able to defeat Jenkins head-on when Jenkins is fully prepared, but the injured black dragon is obviously a little weak.

　　 Such a long and continuous battle releases the power in the body step by step. This makes the value of battle greater than imagined. After the world tree grew, it happened to encounter this kind of paradox that could adapt to and use power step by step. From this perspective, Jenkins's luck is really pretty good.

Chapter 2160 The Severed Sacred Sword

　　 During the rest of the duel, no other accidents occurred. Relying on the powerful weapon in hand, the black dragon is constantly adding the curse of the undead. The curse resistance effect of the dragon is almost ineffective against the curse of the sword.

　　 Therefore, when Jenkins fell from the air again and almost split the **** black dragon's claws, the black dragon's raised upper body finally crashed to the ground.

　　 Judging from the performance just now, this dragon is quite cunning, so Jenkins was also afraid that it would die by fraud, so he didn't approach it rashly. It wasn't until the dragon's corpse turned into a bright red line of fire to construct that door frame, that he was a little tired to leave the muddy ground with his sword.

　　 went back to the drying furnace and sat down on the ground. This was not pretending, it was really tired, and it took several breaths to recover.

　　 When he stood up holding the sword, he was still thinking that what the dragon said was right. He had a lot of methods outside of the treacherous realm, but within the treacherous realm, Jenkins relied more on the power of the bone holy sword.

　　 If he loses the Bone Holy Sword, although his combat effectiveness will not drop by half, he will definitely not be so easy when facing tricky enemies such as the black dragon.

　　The flames continuously gush out from the door frame behind him, adding more light to the furnace. Now Jenkins can feel the dry and warm air rushing even if he is not close there. The flames lit up, dispelling more darkness in the surrounding area, and even the man in hunting suit leaned over to check the situation inside the starting gate:

　　 "Very good, I didn't expect you to beat another opponent so easily, don't you want to hear the new usage of this melting pot?"

　　 "What else can I use?"

　　 Jenkins got up and asked.

　　 "There are enough flames now, enough to use this fire to forge some special props or weapons."

　　In other words, you can now consume firelight to directly form something like numbered items.

　　 "Is there any choice? Or can I follow my request?"

　　 Although he didn't want to consume the hard-won fire, he was still curious.

"Cannot be customized privately. There are three items that can be provided. Fire Demon Snake, Quenching Sword, Battle Fire. The first is an element-like life item, which can be attached to the surface of your body in the form of a tattoo and is provided during battle. Help; the second piece is a long sword, because of the special forging skills and materials, it will have an igniting effect when hitting any target, and can be regarded as a permanent heat source; the third piece is simply a flame, which can be Stay in your body, continuously improve your physique, and provide you with combat experience in your sleep."

　　 sounds like pretty good things. If it's an ordinary treacherous realm, Jenkins will even choose "I want it all". But this adventure was special, and he could only regretfully reject all options.

　　 Next, as long as you defeat a second-difficulty enemy and a highest-difficulty enemy, you will be able to successfully pass this conundrum. Although he has gone through a series of battles, I have to admit that the degree of danger of the treacherous realm is actually not very high. After all, there is no need to think about the traps of the treacherous realm itself, just to defeat the enemies you encounter, which is a good thing that has never happened before.

　　 "But the beast of disaster..."

　　 He was sure that the opponent was in the most difficult door frame, but he still couldn't guess which one it would be.

　　 "Forget it, let's defeat the next enemy first."

　　 So he lifted the sword in his hand, used the compass to calibrate the position and selected the opponent again, and then stepped into the entry frame.

　　 He didn't see. After he stepped on the door frame, the man's rock-side finger leaning on the furnace trembled abnormally.

　　 As soon as he stepped on the ground, he felt a fiery air flow coming over the surface. Surrounded by the cliffs of the abyss, the foot stepped on the abrupt stone bridge in the abyss, looking backwards is the underground ruins building group hidden in the dark, looking forward, the narrow stone bridge is full of corpses, and the stone bridge At the very front is a fiery red.

　　 The fire light illuminates Jenkins' face, and the raging heat wave almost ignited his hair, almost hotter than the melting pot in his heyday.

　　 The stone bridge far ahead is broken, not connected to the other end of the abyss, but at the broken bridge, a huge human figure stands. It is covered in wandering shadows, the raging flame at its core outlines the figure of a violent demon, its brown eyes are burning, and its mane radiates steam in the flames.

　　The arms are long and powerful, with short wings on the back. His arms were hidden in the flames all over his body, as if there were only two, but it seemed that there were thousands.

　　 Jenkins can only see the opponent's weapon. On the left is a hot and shining flame whip, and on the right is a long sword that cannot be seen clearly.

　　 Both weapons are very suitable for the user's body shape, so the length is quite amazing, to Jenkins, it is almost like the other holding a big tree.

　　 He took a deep breath. The hot air hurt his throat and made Jenkins confirm that this was not a dream. This is the demon in the flames and shadows. It is a monster that exists in ancient legends and in the mouth of the ancient hero who gave Jenkins [hero] power:

　　 "Oh, ancient flame demon!"

　　 This is not even the power of a beast of calamity, but a genuine ancient fire demon. In an era before the Eleventh Century, the material world had a catastrophe of demonic invasion. At that time, various races in the material world gathered together to fight against the army of demons. Even in the demon army at that time, the Balrog was a combat officer whose status and power were almost at the top.

　　 Although it is difficult to say which is strong or weak between the Balrog and the pure blood dragon, most people prefer to face the dragon rather than the Balrog when choosing their opponents from the two.

　　Dragons are rational and intelligent creatures, but the Balrog is a monster full of chaos, killing and destruction.

　　 Jenkins couldn't think that he would be an opponent with the ancient Balrog. And unlike the black dragon just now, the flame demon in front of him doesn't seem to be injured:

　　 "The black dragon just now is really an enemy of the same difficulty as the Balrog? I am not in the wrong door, am I?"

　　 Jenkins took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look at his opponent. Unexpectedly, it was just this step that changed the surrounding environment. The stone bridge at the foot is still the same, but the corpses around have been turned into bones, showing Jenkins the mighty power of the passing of time.

　　 The flames came, and the harsh roar echoed in the abyss, making Jenkins couldn't help but feel a little trembling. The Balrog didn't talk nonsense at all, the big sword in his right hand slashed towards Jenkins, and Jenkins could only greet him with the sword.

　　 The booming explosion sounded like thunder in the abyss.

　　 The two swords collided, and the stone bridge under Jenkins shook violently. The Sacred Bone Sword broke into two immediately, and the upper half flew behind Jenkins in a whirling manner, inserted diagonally into the deck of the stone bridge and buzzed and vibrated.

　　 Jenkins stared blankly at the sword in his hand, and then saw that the Balrog did not pursue the victory, but retracted his weapon. The flame on the big sword in the right hand of the Balrog gradually extinguished, allowing him to see the true face of the weapon used by the Balrog:

　　 "B-01-1-0006 [Eternal Fire Sword of Sin Karma]!"

　　 Before entering the nine-story tower, after Jenkins visited the old elves, he ran into the last member of the Artisan Association. The other party not only told Jenkins that the difference engine and the tree house jointly wiped out the craftsman will use the final ceremony, but also told Jenkins the method of the difference engine against Jenkins (Chapter 2051).

　　The most important item is the B-01-1-0006 [Eternal Fire Sword of Sin Karma] found by the tree house from the active volcanic crater off the sea. Under the premise of only evaluating the sword itself without evaluating the additional power of the sword, this is the highest-evaluated sword by the Orthodox Church in history, possessing the characteristics of cutting off all other swords.

The old man from the Craftsman's Association reminded Jenkins that he must be careful of the spiral sword whose shape is two strands of metal twisted together. Jenkins has never forgotten his reminder.

　　 But I always remembered it and couldn't watch out. The bone holy sword that accompanied Jenkins for a long time and helped Jenkins defeat countless enemies' strongest weapon, it actually broke like this.

　　The huge spiral sword in the hands of the Balrog is wrapped in the fire. The sword itself is burning red, but there are also white ashes traces attached to it. Sparks splashed, just the action of retracting the sword, as if it could split the entire abyss.

　　In the hands of the Balrog, the power that this great sword can exert is by no means as simple as 1+1.

　　 The only good news now is that the broken stone bridge under my feet is very strong, even if it has received a full blow from the Balrog, it only trembled.

　　 Jenkins does not have to worry about falling into the abyss in the middle of the fight, turning into an air battle riding on a chair, but the good news cannot remedy the bad news. Just like Jenkins thought before entering this door, without the Holy Bone Sword, his fighting ability dropped a lot.

　　 The scream of the flame demon almost tore the eardrum. After retracting the big spiral sword, the huge monster raised a fire whip in his left hand. The fire whip whirled in the air, leaving a dazzling fire light for a long time, and then the whip violently drew towards the bridge deck, towards Jenkins on the broken bridge.

　　 As if pulling out a sea of ​​fire in the air, just the wind pressure when the fire whip fell in the air has already turned the surviving bones around Jenkins into dust.

　　 There is no weapon in his hand, and Jenkins does not want to bet whether he can carry the whip with his stick. So he raised his arms in front of his head, his right leg moved forward and his left leg moved backwards, slightly lowered his waist, abruptly touching his arm with the fire whip of the Balrog.

　　 Amid the crackling sound that almost shook the entire abyss, Jenkins remained motionless on the bridge, letting it catch fire. As the whip was stowed and danced in the air, he kept the same motion just now. Although the clothes on his hands were not damaged, the arms in the clothes were red and swollen and almost broke the sleeves.

　　 Not only that, half of the bones of the whole body were cracked due to the huge pressure when the whip was hardened just now.

　　Wait until the strength of the whip was completely retracted, he was forced to maintain the movement he did not dare to move. After a few seconds, he took a panic step back. At this moment, the bones were almost healed.

　　 looked up and saw the spiral sword slashing at him again, and at the same time the Balrog opened his mouth wide, and the terrifying purple flames also sprinkled over Jenkins' head.

Chapter 2161 Jenkins VS Ancient Flame Demon

　　 Jenkins on the stone bridge of the abyss took a deep breath. Now he is not exhausted. Without the Bone Sword, he himself is the most powerful weapon. As a seedling of the World Tree, he knew the terrifying power he contained.

"what!"

　　 Without any hesitation, he greeted the falling fiery red spiral sword. In the true sense, the explosion of physical power made Jenkins seem to have grown taller out of thin air. But at least there was no horrible figure with violent muscles. He didn't care about the terrible flames that the Balrog squirted. Instead, he lifted his hands up and clamped hard—

　　 boom~

　　 The terrible flame on the Everfire Great Sword of Sin Karma covers the bridge deck with the flames spit out by the Balrog, constantly scouring the broken bridge. But on the bridge, Jenkins stood still, with both hands raised, his spiral sword was abruptly resisted by him.

"Ok?"

　　 The flame demon stopped the violent laughter, looked at the ant-like human under the sword, and immediately understood what had happened.

　　 Jenkins cannot judge the age at this time, but it is actually the 10th era, and the ancient Balrog was born in an earlier age and inherited more ancient knowledge.

　　 Jenkins’s previous opponents didn’t really recognize him, but the Balrog did:

"world Tree!"

　　 The sword was retracted, the Balrog opened his arms, and the eruption of purple-red magic flame completely covered the abyss. The roaring roar and the exploding violent spirit swept through everything around, and the Balrog looked like he was angry.