Monarch of Evernight

Thousand nights is like picking up something, slowly bending over. In fact, it's not just that, if you break his movements down into one-second grids, you'll find the body swinging gently at an irregular frequency for a thousand nights, and bending over quickly and slowly.

This is a brilliant dodging technique that lets you get rid of locks only between dimensions. Yet the distant quasi-star remains firmly pinned to the heart of the thousand nights, as if he had never moved at all.

I slowly stood upright for a thousand nights and felt a bit of cool moisture in my palms. I actually sweated. No matter how powerful his enemies were, he had the courage to die at night, but the sniper who helped him kill them made him feel deep in the bone marrow.

The dark racial corpse swept through the corners of the night and suddenly understood why the sniper had shot them.

The man wants a clean battlefield, a battlefield with only cats and mice.

The phantoms of the original wings dissipated, and the eyes of the thousand nights rose again as blue as the deep sea. In the dark forces everywhere, the violet purple air stands out as a flag.

The world faded into a real grey field of view, and the sniper showed signs again, and just after he fired a bullet to kill the three enemies, he redirected again, this time approaching 800 meters.

Take a deep breath for a thousand nights, let go of the tingling discomfort of the eyebrows, remove the black titanium bomb without concealment, and slowly press it into the most powerful bloody Mandolo.

The purple air in the distance is rare, but it still belongs to the Dawn Force. Black titanium has a special killing effect, no matter what form it takes to cultivate the life of Dawn Force.

But distance is the biggest obstacle, and peanut strength is also a pistol, and even if combined into a double barrel, the range is no more than 200 meters.

At this moment, however, the chance of escape is minimal. The sniper hit Viscount Spider a thousand meters away. Even if the maximum speed of an instantaneous eruption occurs, the sniper does not grasp the moment the target can fire out of range.

If so, there is only one way forward.

Thousands of nights began to run, almost jumping, the landing point was completely irregular, and the body swayed gently at the same time. Such a pace, though extremely expensive, was the most effective way to counter sniping.

The feeling of being caught by the Quasi-Star vanished instantly.

800 meters away, Zhao Jundu stood at the top of the crown of a large tree, his feet steadily flat. When he disappeared from the scope for a thousand nights, he just picked out his eyebrows, and the purple air straightened behind him like a gun flag, rising into the sky.

A dark blue color lit up before the eyes of the thousand nights, and the whole world seemed to turn into a heavenly dome. His heart was full of warning signs. He could not think at all. His instincts only allowed him to accelerate sharply and make a full breakthrough!

Fighting top snipers can become dangerous as you approach a certain distance. The instantaneous reaction at this point in the thousands of nights was able to avoid the bombardment of sniper guns below level 4 100 meters away, but once they entered the 100 meters, they were not sure to evade completely. The stronger the sniper, the greater the scope of this absolutely dangerous area.

Judging by the thousand nights that the sniper may have a Grade 7 heavy aim, the danger zone must be at least 200 meters. This is exactly the range of the peanuts. That is to say, there is only one shot at most at night. Life is life, death is death, so simple.

In a full-speed sprint, the real field of view outlines the trajectories of a force projectile, and these trajectories extend from a distance to as many as five!

Rin in the heart of a thousand nights, of course, this is not to say that the sniper can fire five bullets at a time, but that the other side is fine-tuning them according to the change in position of a thousand nights, all five of which are bullets that he could have ejected.

At the time of life and death, there was a roar in the ears of a thousand nights, and the voice of the whole world vanished for a moment, with only the low-pitched tsunami echoing of the power array. Time seems to have slowed down, turning a thousand nights, walking across, leaping sideways, completely out of the range of five bullets.

In the distance, Zhao Jundu flashed a little surprise on his face, and his eyes were a little heavier. He took off his glasses and lit two purple flames in his dark eyes. After the flame of the bear, a pair of dark purple eyes appeared. He didn't do any more deliberate targeting, he just lifted the muzzle and pulled the trigger to the end.

Thousands of nights disengaged from the slow state of time, feeling weak for a moment, without waiting for him to breathe steadily, suddenly found a nuclear bomb appeared in the pale blue sky that had not yet completely faded. There is no trajectory, as if it were condensing directly from the void.

It's incredible, almost at gunpoint, in front of a thousand nights.

At this moment when the thought is no longer working, there is only one thought left in the heart of the thousand nights, which is the legendary gun technique: must win!

The force bomb continued to fly at speeds beyond imagination, shooting into the left leg of a thousand nights, passing through the body, into the red land, squeaking and blowing up a small shallow pit on the ground.

The wound on the left leg of the thousand nights splashed not flesh, but a ray of light, like breaking a glass doll. The body of the thousand nights began to flash and twist, and it also became a little light rain, which disappeared.

Ten meters away, he reappeared for a thousand nights, his wings flashed behind him, he was also a squeamish, almost on his knees.

The void flashes!

At this juncture, the original wings succeeded in stimulating the flashing of the void, yet at this time of the thousand nights did not meet the minimum requirements for the use of the flashing of the void, only a few meters away, at the cost of blood gas consumption in the body. At this time, besides the vibrancy of dark gold and purple blood gas, nine ordinary blood gases have completely sinked deep into the heart and become extremely depressed.

It's just this few meters of void flashing, breaking the legendary shooting technique: inevitable.

At this point, a distant shadow broke into the sky, and the surrounding purple gas pulled out a comet-like tail mist and flushed its eyes within 100 meters.

Thousands of nights instinctively raise their hands and the roar of Bloody Mandala echoes through the heavens and the earth.

Zhao Jundu stopped in an emergency shape, fell straight down and fell on his knees, carrying an astonishing heavy aim of up to two meters in his hand, and fired the same shot.

Two nuclear bombs collided in the air!

The wilderness lit up with a glimpse, followed by a shocking explosion. When the light radiates 100 meters from the radius, it begins to diminish. So powerful, it can be compared to the dawn force heavy artillery shelling, let alone directly hit it, it can be fatal to be close to the point of landing.

Naturally, both of them were lifted by the blast wave at the same time. But for Thousand Nights and Zhao Jundu, coping with this level of impact is obviously not a big problem, at best the residual black titanium in the dust is a little uncomfortable.

After a thousand nights of lightning retreated, it broke out of the blast, only a little dirt on its body. And Zhao Jundu's purple air flashed around him. He actually landed with a shock wave in his face, and he saw a fierce impact on nothing.

Thousands of nights finally saw the appearance of the opponent, the man was surprisingly young, handsome, dragon seal phoenix. The most striking is the dark purple in the deep eye, with the violet smoke rising.

In contrast, the appearance of the thousand nights is influenced by the physique of the blood, the skin tone is slightly morbidly pale, and the beauty is mixed with arrogance and stiffness. And the young man across the street wins a little more than a thousand nights, just being neutral and looking at it like ice and snow has a cool and refreshing feeling.

The two of them stand opposite each other, perhaps heavenly favorites, and have been divided by most of them.

Thousands of nights' eyes fell on the sniper gun in that man's hand. This is a heavy aim he has never seen before, with a two-meter bronze gun wrapped around a three-dimensional pattern, very much like the legendary ancient beast wind penetrating the cloud, and its power is perfectly suited to an unforgettable appearance.

In contrast, Eagle Strike, even a modified version of Eagle Strike with Heavy Strike, becomes a toy for children.

The man single-handedly focused his aim, apparently equally astonishing in weight, but he had nothing.

He looked at the thousand nights and suddenly smiled slightly and said: "Zhao Valve, Zhao Jundu. ”

A thousand nights of surprise, of course he wouldn't have missed the name, the most famous genius of the younger generation of the four valves. How could such a figure appear in a silent fireplace called barren land? Is it about the Ribbon City thing?

The thousandth of the night then denied the idea. What happened in Libin City was big and big, small and small, but it was definitely not worth a run by Son Zhao himself.

However, Zhao Jundu's fight was like a special attempt to kill him.

“Why?” asked Thousand Nights.

"'Beat me down, or I'll beat you down,' said Zhao. 'Then you'll know. ”

Thousand nights frowned, the two were more than ten meters apart, exactly the optimal range of the peanuts, while Zhao Jundu's heavy sniping no longer applied. He put away his bloody mandala, moved his ten fingers, and slowly clenched into fists.

Zhao Jundo smiled slightly, inserted his heavy aim into the ground, and then stretched his arms like wings. Hershey was the gesture of the fist of a waterfowl.

In the face of Zhao Yanping, he taught Xiangkong Shuihui Bird Fist a thousand nights ago. At that time, he scattered Zhao Yanping's scaffold and then killed him with a stormy offense. The other party had no chance to fight back.

However, the same shooting water bird fist, in the hands of Zhao Jundu, will it be the same?

Thousands of nights walked towards Zhao Jundu, and the soldier's slaughter momentarily pushed 35 rounds, the tide was like thunder.

At several meters apart, a thousand nights of exhalation sounded, suddenly increased to the extreme speed, a foot sandwiched with wind thunder, sweeping across Zhao Jundu.

This leg does everything in its power at night, leaving no room for change, is to crush the opponent with a strong cross force. Such an attack would be the killer against a flying waterfowl fist.

In the face of the thousand nights can stop the waist kicking to break the leg of the hugging tree, Zhao Jundu raised his hands high and joined together in the air, like the waterfowl wings raised high and closed. However, the next moment, Zhao Jundu's fist-shaking hands fell like wind and thunder, it was mighty!

Fist legs flanked, a thunderbolt sounded in the clear sky, both bouncing backwards. This is a fighter, a fighter-free force.

Thousands of nights in the air, one rolled over, steadily landed, but the next moment, his feet suddenly deep into the soil, all the afterwaves into the ground, plowed out two long trenches in front of him. Zhao Jundu, on the other hand, retreated four or five steps before stopping the castration. Each step left an axe and stone engraved footprint on the ground.

The results of this painstaking spelling clearly outweigh the expectations of both sides. They looked at the opponent, their eyes fluttered cold and the air was overflowing.

At this time, an unknown bird of death passed from the sky above two people, and as it flew over the midline, one suddenly fell from the sky, before it had landed, it exploded into a bloody mist, which lit a golden flame on the half of the blood fog, and the purple gas circled on the half of the side, turning into nothingness.

Zhao Jundu's eyes fluttered with purple intentions. “Very well, come again! ”

Thousands of nights didn't say much, straight forward, every step of the way fluctuated, his left hand raised high, the colourful light wrapped around his forearm, waved off his hand, like an axe. Zhao Jundu swept across his palm, such as the wings of the divine bird, causing tens of thousands of meteorological shocks, and the jade mountain fell.

The two of them fight again, another thunderbolt!

Thousands of nights are martial arts in the army, sometimes totally abandoned, just a mountain attack. And Zhao Jundu still punched the birds in the air, but the core children of Zhao Valve could get the secret fist into his hands, but all raised their hands and feet moved like landslides, the atmosphere, there was no intention of half empty spirit.

The moves of both men are clear and clean, but every time the fists and feet are crossed, there is a collision like a mountain, the sea rises and sinks. Later, both sides stopped even dismantling and dodging, which was boxing and fitting collisions. And every strike consumes a lot of nuclear power.

The simpler and rougher it is, the more powerful it is.

I don't know how long after the war, I suddenly couldn't lift my breath for a thousand nights. Zhao Jundu punched me back. Finally, I couldn't resist a breath of blood and fell down.

Zhao Jundu waved and the blue sky rose off the ground and fell into his hand. He held a gun in his hand and put it in his chest for a thousand nights. "Did you kill Zhao Yanping? ”

"“ It's me. ”

Zhao Jundu suddenly smiled and said: "If you want to kowtow your head to accompany me, I will give you your life. How about that? ”

Close your eyes for a thousand nights and faintly say, "Why? If skills are not as good as people's, defeat is death. ”

Zhao Jundo nodded and pulled the trigger.

A click is the sound of the trigger snap hitting the needle.

Open your eyes for a thousand nights, slowly raising your anger in your clear eyes, cold-blooded: “Interesting? ”