Monarch of Evernight

No one expected Song Zining to strike the Dark Army head-on this time. His chosen breakthrough point was the strongest part of the encirclement and belonged to the front of a spider demon First Viscount.

In this battle, he put on the face of silver and silver again. Before he rushed into the whole army, the spear gun of non-gold and non-jade spread as much as possible. The gun was like electricity. The man was like a dragon. Hard was to kill the enemy Chinese army. He led the whole army to highlight the surroundings and stretch out.

After killing through the heavy fence, Song Zining returned and died.

His dark grey silver armor has turned into a scarlet, and his robe is covered in blood. He can't tell if it's the enemy or his own. Even the mask has many damages, which can be seen as a danger of war.

Song Zining stood silently on the ground, opposite the battlefield was scattered, there were still dark ethnic pursuits of at least half the division size, behind him stood a dozen strong people who refused to withdraw with their own forces.

He looked forward with his eyes flat, but with no one in his sight, the dark army seemed to be waiting for something.

Running dark warriors suddenly stopped 100 meters away, breaking apart like waves and walking out of a blood count. This rank is already strong on the battlefield to defend one side of the town, and it can be seen that the Dark Race made real money to intercept Song Zining.

“Surrender and you may be honored by His Royal Highness the Honourable Prince for the first time, or you will end up on a bloody feast table.” Blood Count said. He was wearing a small crown of fire on his neck, and the Spikes of the twelve ancient clans of blood had always been a strong ancestral member.

Song Zining's answer was only to raise the tip of the gun slowly, the square length was suddenly Qiu Yishen cold, the leaves fell zero, each flashing blade sharp light. It seems that they do not care that the other side is a powerful Earl, three full levels higher than him, and that this poor rank, whether in perpetual night or in dawn camp, is likely to render many attacks and defenses ineffective.

The blood of the Count of Blood swelled around, hidden images of many terrestrial beasts, roaring and roaring, as if the next moment would become an entity.

All of a sudden, a very clear and long sword sounded, with a Rin sword in the air, like a divine soldier out of his sheath. At some point, a figure appeared on the west side of the battlefield, with a sword as a bone, a white jade as a muscle, and a precious blue robe as if it were the sea of heaven.

The pale corners of the eyes of the Blood Count sag slightly, pulling out a thick shadow. The popularity is very high. He is a Class 13 ethnic warrior. Although he is still a level lower than him, the Blood Count instinctively feels extremely dangerous pressure.

The impasse between the two sides was only a blink of an eye. The Count of Blood suddenly burst into a sharp whistle and bled away, disappearing like smoke, returning to the Dark Army and hundreds of meters away at the next moment.

The Blood Count suddenly retreated, and the Dark Army began to retreat, yet at this time the sword sang like a heavy rainstorm. There was a sharp blue sword swinging out, passing by, and the Dark Warrior broke his waist like a harvested rice barley, blood pouring into the river.

The young man in blue retracted his sword and looked at the dark army, which had become an escape, revealing a warlike smile, which turned to measure Song Zining.

At this time, the Empire's flag came to receive it on the distant horizon.

Song Zining glanced at the man and nodded slightly, but did not put away the field or relax the spear gun in his hand.

The young man laughed, clarity and clarity of the sword in his hand, like a long sword carved in blue crystal pressed back into the sheath, said: “I've always felt that the people who learned to play heavenly art are a little sneaky, but you are different. If you carry some soldiers, you dare to go head-on, it's not difficult. ”

Song Zining said this in a demeaning manner: “It's always a narrow road to meet the brave to win, and there's no better chance. ”

The young man in blue has a bigger smile and a clearer, slightly lower voice, "but I see that you are still looking southwest in your leisure hours, even though you have been running around heavily. ”

Song Zining's eyes were cold. For two days, he had long noticed that the strong men of the Dawn camp in the vicinity had been dressed in his team. However, regardless of the war situation, they had never appeared. It was this young man in blue. So it seemed that this man had just come out to lift the siege in time of crisis, but he had not relaxed his guard at all.

“It's like a giant beast's sleep over there, and I'm going there. Do you have someone important in there? If so, let me know.” The young man in blue laughed and stared at Song Zining, spewing a few words in understatement, "I went to kill him. ”

Song Zining, however, did not react at all and did not even move his finger holding the spear gun. His face hidden behind the mask, his eyes became moodless, moving from the face of the young man in blue to the neck, and stayed for a while before turning to that strange style of sword.

Young people were not concerned about Song Zining's near rude gaze. Looking at the rapidly approaching Imperial Reinforcement Army, it seemed a slight accident. “It was actually Qingyang Zhang's people who came, I left first. But Song Qi is completely different from the legend, very interesting!” The blue light flashed, and the young man's figure was dozens of meters away.

At this time, the reinforcements arrived, indeed Zhang Valve's private army, and the leader was a Class 12 warrior in his thirties. He rushed to the vicinity and saw Song Zining and the dozen warriors left behind intact. His face showed a sincere smile. After greeting Song Zining, he looked in the direction of leaving the young man in blue and asked: "Who is that? Strong sword! ”

That sword just now rushed into the sky, and you can see the bleeding light from far away. Song Zining said faintly: “To Tang Li, Li Manlan. ”

Zhang valve battle will suddenly smile stiff, the color of the divine color is a little unnatural, I don't know if it is to this name, or have heard of the young man in blue. He immediately said: "Song Qi, your troops have arrived in the safe area, you can rest at E-3 base. Besides, it's not far from Birchen's forward command. He wants to see you. ”

Song Zining slowly removed his mask and smiled slightly. “Nature obeys. ”

On leaving, Song Zining looked back, the wilderness behind him was covered in gray, empty, the dark army had long since retreated invisible shadows, and the young man in blue had no idea where he was.

The news that Zhang Baoqian summoned Song Zining soon spread, which is a strong signal. Zhang Baoqian's personality will never be offensive. His willingness to meet Song Zining also means his recognition of the rising show, such as saying that Song Zining took out the long-standing grudges of Zhang Song's two valves.

Everyone thinks Song Zining is lucky enough, but the parties may have different thoughts. In the unseen corner, Song Zining was talking to himself, “Thousand Nights, you have found me such a big trouble, so let me bring you trouble even. ”

Compared to the thousands of kilometres of fighting around, the edge of the "Beast's Sleep" seemed a little chilly, and the Parliament and Empire had sent many strong men, so few people stayed nearby these days except for some of the watchmen.

A thin figure appeared on a rather hidden cliff with shoulder-to-shoulder hair flying in the wind. This is the blank photograph of her long gone, and at this moment her white skirt is shattered and her skin is covered with bruises. Her abdomen was covered with thick bandages, the edges were already a little dirty, and there was constant blood seepage inside.

Looks like she hasn't had a very good time in the past. Yet her eyes were still clear and sharp, as if nothing happened to make her unconscious.

With a knife in her left hand, the gorgeous remains sharp, and the work should be from a famous family. This is obviously a demonic knife, just somehow falling into her hands. But it is conceivable that the process in the middle is not necessarily so pleasant.

Looking at the cloud-flowing canyon, there was no more hesitation and jumped straight in. As soon as her body shadow fell into the fog, a white bump appeared in the distance.

White bumps stared at the direction of the cliff, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and there was just a smell there that made her feel a little familiar. But as soon as the breath passed, it never reappeared.

White bumps try to strengthen perception, but nothing is gained. She didn't see it that way, and the disturbance of perception from the rainbow stream below was very obvious.

But this obstacle, the white bump is not at all on the mind. She stopped paying attention to the smell, her hands in her sleeve, her feet treading like wind, moving forward gently, between her eyes to the edge of the cliff, without stopping, beneath her.

At the Yongnight White Valve position, White Dragon Armor is busy gathering the squadrons retreating from the battlefield of blood, counting casualties, handling pensions, counting military merit, and being busy in the dark. These things are irregular and irrelevant.

However, the White Dragon Armor has been leading the forces of the Folding Angel for many years, knowing that these seemingly trivial matters are actually extraordinarily important. Maintaining the morale of a force can be said to have fallen on those details. Since the white bumps are reluctant to do it, and the others in the white valve are insufficient, the white dragon armor has to take on its own responsibilities.

At this moment, the blood battle is over, and all kinds of military piles are piling up, keeping White Dragon Armor busy day and night. At this point, a letter was sent from a subordinate, a letter written in vain. There is only one line in the letter: to go to the sleep of the giant beast, do not read.

After reading the letter, the White Dragon Armor was silent for a long time. Finally, the trust was re-photographed on the table, and his face was iron and blue. He was angry because of the irregularities, which was extremely rare for the White Dragon Armor, who had been looking up to his sister.

She was a young genius. In recent years, however, the white irregular force has advanced rapidly, and the martial arts realm is a thousand miles a day. It has become a strong force in the white valve. Given her age and future prospects, it is almost certain that she will become the first expert in the White Valve in the future.

But entering the sleep of a giant beast risks falling. If something happens to the white bump, it is impossible to measure the weight of the blow to the white valve. But how she did it was never allowed to be jammed by the White Dragon Armor.

However, after this bloody battle, the conflict between the White and Zhao valves has surfaced, and what should be done next is the critical time. There are several other important things in the White Valve's recent development plan, in which the white bumps occupy an important place. Now she suddenly runs to the Beast Sleep, and suddenly all the plans are messed up.

When the anger subsided slightly, Bai Longjia returned the letter to the envelope, carefully sealed it, and sent it to his followers. "Send this letter to the Presbyterian Church, fastest! ”

Having followed White Dragon Armor for many years, he realized from his unusual tone that things were urgent and were flying away. A moment later, a high-speed craft took off towards the upper continent.

White Dragon Armor set aside the trivial military, took out a stack of classified files, opened them, dived down, and made a detailed note on them. Now that we don't know when we're going to be back, these plans will have to be redrafted.

Unaware, from day to night, and from night to light. White Dragon Armor has been ambushing all day and night, drinking only a few sips in the middle. But the file was already filled with tiny words, and all the plans had been prepared.

With the strength of White Dragon Armor, I also feel very tired at this moment. However, looking at the thick file, my heart is very satisfied. These files are truly his most politically integrated work in recent years. They must be sent to the Presbyterian Church, and there must be a response.