Monarch of Evernight

Chapter One, Four, Six.

Luther's face was so thick, he slowly drew out his long sword, his eyeballs rolled between his eyebrows, a black gas swept from behind him, condensed into a fish bird's wing, all over the curvy beast shape, this is the talent totem of the Jerusen family.

He looked at the thousand nights and slowed down: “You are an opponent worth taking seriously. Give me your name! ”

Thousand nights did not talk to him, his eyes turned blue and he started the pupil manipulation. In an instant, Luther's furnace was in a lot of pain, and he couldn't help but tremble. Then he grabbed the blossom, and East Yue Lingkong broke away, and the silence broke away. Luther was not given a chance to breathe even after a thousand nights of killing.

Luther's face changed again, his left hand held falsely, and the talent behind him, Totem, ejected a black gas, converging in the sky into a hexagonal crystalline shield, like black crystal.

In the roar, the silence and the crystal shield are all together, and the aftershock waves lift the dark warriors around them up, and the weaker ones are even directly blown out. Within 30 meters of Luther, no one stood.

Thousands of nights and Lutherans are a shock to my heart. For the first time in a thousand nights since learning to be silent, the sword has been rendered ineffective.

And Luther was even more shocked that this Obsidian shield was his family's unscrupulous ability to defend itself against all attacks from his peers. It is with this secret technique that the Jerusen family of Luther has a place among the mighty as the demons of the clouds. Nowadays, the shield of Black 30661 was broken by a sword, indicating that Luther's own power could not stop the sword just a thousand nights ago.

There is no hesitation in the battlefield. Though the thousandth night was also a shock in my heart, I saw the flow of dark forces all over Luther in the real field of view. I immediately made great strides forward, Dongyue chopped it down, instinctively choosing a hard chop.

Dongyue wielded a sword and the whistling sounds suddenly rose. Luther's heart is an earthquake. Unlike the addition of a thick force, this whistle sounds a thunderous sound, purely because of the excessive power and sword speed.

Luther couldn't think of any good way to crack it. He drank it loudly and recreated the Obsidian shield in his hand, holding Dongyue in the electric light stone fire. It snapped and the shield surface showed fine cracks, good thing it didn't break. Luther just breathed out, and suddenly there were two more heavy hits on the shield, like two peaks smashing over.

Luther's left arm was crisp and had to hold the long sword behind his shield with his hands together, which held these heavy hits.

Thousands of nights are also dazzling, and I didn't expect Luther to write so lightly to block his triple chop.

But then what? He shouted and drank, waving Dongyue, against Luther is a wild chop, there is a breaking and breaking, without breaking, directly against the Shield of Obsidian!

In the roar, Luther had no time to do anything. He could only rely on Obsidian shields to resist. He was smashed to the east and shaken to bitterness. The shield broke, condensed and broken again, not knowing how many times it had been smashed by a thousand nights. If Luther hadn't fixed this trick to the realm of great success, he could have instantly gathered the crystal shield. He would have been cut to seventeen or eight by Dongyue.

In Luther's eyes, a thousand nights are filled with blossoms, and his hands are unskilled and beautiful. As long as he releases his hand, there are at least three or four strong and transverse moves that can instantly hit each other. Yet the attack of the thousand nights was too fast, too heavy, too unreasonable. The Viscount of the Devil was empty with noble blood and many secrets, but he could not find a breathing opportunity, let alone fight back.

Luther could only pray for a thousand nights, or one of his subordinates rushed to death and weighed down a thousand nights. However, the surrounding area has been plundered by a thousand nights to survive. When the two of them fight each other, the force shoots, and the next strand of the war is seriously injured. Who dares to approach?

The stormy attack suddenly stopped, Dongyue raised his head too high, and the instant time was another triple chop!

Knock it off, the Black Shield is broken. Luther had a bad cry in his heart, couldn't care less about his sourness, and instantly congealed up a black shield.

However, this shield had just been formed. Luther only felt a cold back of his heart. His body was dark when the force suddenly lost control. He actually glanced at the sharp end of his eyes and was protruding from his chest!

The fierce dawn force instantly swine in his body, Luther's eyebrow-hearted vertical eyes burst out gleaming, the intense dark force gushed out of the chest wound, forming a fish body bird winged beast head, open wide mouth, shouting terrible screams.

However, there was a fire on the sharp edge and a strip of lightning wrapped around the dark force emanating from Luther's body, forming a small force storm.

“Song Qi...” Luther did not finish his sentence, Dongyue paddled like a dragonfly, his head had flown into the sky.

Luther's headless body collapsed, revealing a non-gold, non-jade gun behind his back. Just as Luther struggled to resist the thousands of nights of onslaught, Song Zining grabbed the fighter jet and threw a hundred meters at it. The hole penetrated Luther's heart, the land where the demonic forces converged, the original furnace.

Warriors of the Dark Race stayed there for a moment, and as volcanoes erupted, the situation became extremely chaotic. Some are going to die, and they don't care about their lives anymore. Most of these men were Luther's ranks, and Luther died in battle, and when they returned, they could not survive, so they let go. The coalition forces of cannon ash and other races were overwhelmed, some even began to disintegrate, and the battlefield suddenly turned into a boiling pot.

Yet he stood with Luther's sword in his hand, and no one was near him. He killed the Chinese army alone, and the pillaging of the recording machine killed many enemies. No one wants to come up and die for nothing, despite being surrounded at night. Even with Luther's surviving loyalty, most of them chose to rush to Black Stream City and pull a few more people back.

“Thousand Nights, help me! ”

Song Zining's terrific cry came from afar, and suddenly shocked him at night. He looked up and saw Song Zining had lost his weapon, was unarmed, was surrounded by the regiment, and killed him so badly, where was it not until half an hour before he hit the English position of the army?

Song Zining was surrounded by a petite figure, seemingly thin, but his hands were fierce. His swords were like glittering dancing, killing the Dark Warriors one by one. In times of crisis, Song Zining even had to bypass her sword to avoid attack.

Thousand nights Originally raised Dongyue, exhale and sound, one break-in is 30 meters, all enemies blocked by a sword to fly. However, when Song Zining saw such a lousy evasive action, he suddenly caught an eye and took Dongyue. Instead of moving forward, he stood there and looked at the scenery.

“Thousand nights! You bastard, I saved your ass! You, you, you're still a brother!” Song Zining was desperate and scolded with his feet. Later, I thought the noise was too low. Why don't you just rip off the ghost face and shout it out?

Thousands of nights beat a debt, East Zhang Weiwang, seems to want to find a place to rest. However, despite his innocent and innocuous appearance, he saw where the dark warriors were, but feared to see them.

Song Zinington came to the spirit, pointing a finger at Thousand Nights: “Look at you, what else do you want to pretend to be innocent and kind! ”

Song Zining avoided a pause and shouted. Several swords greeted him in the back of his head. He was pointing out a thousand nights, so disturbed in the rise, suddenly angry, waved his opposite hand, somehow a long sword reached his hand, the sword body pulled out a shadow, flying countless leaves, instantly slaughtered all the people behind him, gently floating without a trace of smoke gas.

The girl with the knife glanced at her eyes. This is what most people think of the Song Valve Seven Fewer, which is to kill people, but also kill so poetically.

One sword waved, Song Zining himself stunned, knowing that he accidentally wore the help. In the bright and clear eyes of the thousand nights, forgiveness is thicker than his face, and he can't help but be a little hot.

They looked at each other for a moment and suddenly simultaneously laughed loudly, quickly approaching and hugging each other.

Song Zining loosened his arm and looked up and down for a thousand nights. "Where the hell have you been? You haven't been back for so long. I thought you'd been killed. ”

“Almost got killed.” Thousand nights laughed.

“Under this iron curtain, who has the ability? You don't even blink at killing a demonic Viscount right now, it's not ordinary brutality!” Song Zining looked unbelievable.

A thousand nights of laughter, “How can it be as easy as you say? This demon is hard to deal with.” Without Song Zining's gun, a thousand nights of victory would have to pay a heavy price.

Before the end of the speech, the blood poured through the night. It could no longer be suppressed, and a bite of blood erupted. Can't he just go all the way down on Luther and not hurt himself?

Watching Thousand Nights spit blood, Song Zining not only didn't pay any attention, but instead smiled happily, "Let you succeed, now spit blood! Ha ha, I know there must be more down there, just don't put up with it, let's throw up together! ”

When I heard that, I couldn't help but look at Song Zining angrily. His blood had slowly calmed down and he was so excited that he almost bled out again.

Song Zining smiled softly, silently spitting two pieces of blood in his hand towel. Then the five fingers moved and the square towel was inserted into the cuff and disappeared. On the surface, Song Valve Qi still looks like a god, just the face of this spring watery wind, but his face is slightly reddish.

Thousand nights hummed, his eyes slightly squinted, reaching behind Song Zining's back and sending back everything he had just said: “Don't bear it, let's throw up together! ”

This palm power was used just right. Song Zining could no longer hold back the wound. He opened his mouth and immediately sprayed a purple and black bruise. The bruise exhaled and his face grew a little pale, but his breath grew stronger and more comfortable.

Song Zining stared at Thousand Nights and cut his teeth: “Where's your blood? Spray it, don't hide it! ”

Shoulders shrugged and smiled brightly. “No! ”

“Impossible!” Song Zining screamed, his face disbelieved: “Ben, as a warrior, threw up three bites of blood all the way here. You only spit blood after killing the Chinese army and killing Luther. Who would believe that? Die face to face, spit blood quickly, lest the internal injuries get worse! ”

“It's really gone. ”

“Is it really gone?” Song Zining still looks unbelievable.

“Really not. ”

Thousand nights of physical strength, far beyond Song Zining's expectations, as well as resilience. The force countershocked Luther, causing serious injuries, but it recovered slightly in a short period of time, and spit bleeding was the limit.

Just as Song Zining stared at the left of the thousand nights and looked to the right, trying to find the blood hidden, the double-edged girl in the distance shouted: “You two, help me! ”

After a thousand nights, he glanced at it and saw the girl surrounded by the regiment, killing her with blood. As soon as he stepped out, he planned to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, Song Zining grabbed him for a thousand nights and said softly: “No problem, she..."