Monarch of Evernight

A few grey dogs jumped in, and this level of attack is not yet on the mind of a thousand nights. As soon as he swept Dongyue, he photographed all the grey dogs on the wall of the hole. The whole tunnel swayed, and the grey dog fell to the ground, half of the time unable to climb.

Thousand nights frowned, this sword he controlled very well, originally wanted to scrap all grey dogs with one sword, but after the sword came out, the force on the blade touched the extremely ugly wrinkles of grey dogs, and was absorbed in half. Dongyue's power suddenly became weak, killing only one grey dog, and the rest were wounded without dying.

Thousands of nights changed way, Dongyue connection point, the force is not fired, only strengthen the sharp sword body. This time it worked, the grey dog died a little bit. But still, a little bit of the force was absorbed by the grey dogs.

Thousand Nights inspected the body and confirmed that the strange dark gray wrinkle had the power to absorb the Force, which greatly discounted the effect of killing those who were accustomed to using Force to increase the power of the attack.

No wonder William turned into a battle pattern when dealing with those dwarves, killing those Aboriginal people with sharp claws, pure speed and power, just because he relied on force to knock down enemies' fists, kicks and ordinary force weapons, and it didn't work.

Through this melting hole, another group of dwarves rushed out in front of the thousand nights. This time he pulled out the bloody mandala and shot it off with his head.

With explosive bombs, there is nowhere to hide in the narrow passage, and most of the small men are covered by explosions of nuclear bombs. After a single shot, however, these were only five or six small men who actually died, and the rest struggled for a while, climbing up from the ground.

Another shooting was fired at Manche Salvatore, which was silently replaced with the greatest illusion attack. The gun worked better, and many of the dwarves were caught in panic, pain, or madness, but recovered in no time.

It appears that the force of force guns against native indigenous peoples is rather limited, mainly because the force of force bombs is absorbed by their strange skin. Against them, it is best to deal with melee weapons, which themselves possess sharp or penetrating attributes and rely less on force multipliers.

Re-pull Dongyue for a thousand nights, carry the power of the sea to a town, and then wave the sword and beat. The results of this attempt are mixed. These dwarves are highly resistant to the repression of the forces of the sea, but they are completely irresistible to the very heavy and sharp eastern mountains. Thousands of nights rely solely on the weight of Dongyue, one sword killed several small people.

A team of more than a dozen dwarves were shot dead by three swords a thousand nights, without even having to be slaughtered by a sword sharp. For example, there is a countermeasure in the mind of a thousand nights.

Further into the mountain belly, approx. kilometers and thousands of nights into a natural cave hall.

This hundred meters square, dozens of meters high, melting hole is magnificent, the root stone milk dripping over the top of the hole, flowing water from somewhere down the stone milk column, dripping and dropping. On the ground, there are rootstocks, large and small puddles. In the middle of the cave, an underground dark river rolls over the ground, bends over and disappears from the hole on the other side.

This place is a natural habitat for indigenous creatures. At least a few dozen shadows flashed and hid in the dark corners as soon as they walked into the lobby. They are by no means afraid, but ready to go. Coming to this strange place, the thousand nights have not seen even a gentle creature, even the obviously herbivorous sword horn horse is extremely fierce.

Blood lurks at night, converges and slowly moves forward with shadows.

In his previous encounters, he had discovered that most of the indigenous life here depended on sensing the force around it. As soon as the blood lurked at night, they lost their target, and for a short while, some of the dwarves walked out of hiding and searched for the trail of the intruder.

But these leopard-like creatures turn into prey, bursting out of a hole in the ground into a huge, crocodile-shaped beast, biting indigenous creatures into two pieces and swallowing them alive.

As this underground crocodile emerged, the cave hall was in chaos and indigenous creatures, large and small, fled. Thousands of nights saw that there were at least Grade 12 beasts on this side, but their hearts moved and they could hardly bear to do it.

Aboriginal semen is abnormally intense, and this big fellow also has at least the equivalent of three or four third-class counts, enough to push a thousand nights of blood nukes to the next level. Kill this big guy, maybe he's the Second Viscount.

But the thousand nights still hold on, didn't do it. In this shithole, the Wesen are clearly much stronger than outside. And there are many eternally powerful people on the side, you can't let go of the thousand nights and fight this underground vicious crocodile war. Don't beat up a double defeat and get picked up cheap.

This vicious crocodile acted like electricity and swallowed several different kinds of vicious beasts, which satisfied him and slowly climbed back into the hole. Looking at the deep, unfathomable hole, the chills also swept in the heart of the thousand nights. There's more than one such hole in this cave lobby.

Thousands of nights carefully circumvent a hole and try to avoid being spotted by other vicious beasts and dive to the other side of the hall.

At this moment he suddenly noticed a strong fluctuation in the force ahead and immediately stopped and hid in a stone seam next to him. In the underground world, the beast relies mostly on discerning the force from which it is hunted. When people use a lot of force to fight, they immediately become targets.

Bombing, a cave wall exploded and two Dark Race Viscounts rushed into the lobby. It's a spider demon and a werewolf, all in their primitive form. Probably because spider demons are huge and inconvenient to move in narrow passages, they just blew open the hole walls with a force grenade and entered the lobby.

But in doing so, the two Viscounts were like the sun rising in the night, eye-catching, drawing the attention of all the fierce beasts in the lobby between moments. When the spider demon and the werewolf stood still, it was appalling to discover that the beast in front was dense and numb, with at least dozens and thousands.

Even a fierce werewolf can't help but take two steps back, fearful. However, from the corridor behind them, following the soldiers closely, hundreds of small grey-skinned men poured into the lobby like open water, making sharp and cluttered cries, waving their primitive but deadly weapons into spider demons and werewolves.

It seems that these two Dark Viscounts are not lucky enough to have fallen prey to death. Thousands of nights did not intend to share the pressure on them, so they converged and slowly touched the wall of the hole from the hidden stone seam, slowly moving along the outer circle, trying to bypass the lobby from the other end and continue deep.

The impasse lasted less than a minute, and a fierce war erupted. The spider demons and werewolves are the elites of the everlasting side of the night, with strong fighting power. In the face of death, strong fighting power has erupted, and their ethnic gifts and blood ability have been fully exploited. The beasts and gray-skinned dwarves have died in pieces at their hands.

However, the number of small and large beasts is too large, and the gray-skinned dwarves continue to gush out of the broken passage, killing them. The spider demon and the werewolf are so fierce, they always run out of strength, and then they'll be torn to pieces.

At this moment in the lobby, the warrior roar of the Werewolf Spider, the screams of the grey-skinned dwarf, the roars of the fierce beasts mixed together, and from time to time the clutter and screaming were noisy. It's good for a thousand nights of anxiety to get out, and he accelerates his footsteps and quickly moves along the walls of the hole.

Walking, the force fluctuated a thousand nights after suddenly discovering a hole wall beside him like nothing else!

This memory fluctuation is extremely minor and would not have been detectable had it not been for the constant and realistic vision of the thousand nights. And the fluctuation is too close to him, less than two meters in a straight line!

Thousands of nights, Dongyue bounced, with swords in his hands, and with one sword he stabbed the place where the force fluctuated.

Although the sword is rushed, the basic sword technique of the thousand nights has been made by the furnace fire pure green, sword sword sword, silver stripes shine on the sword, and several hidden golden wires are also blooming.

In front of Dongyue, the cave walls are like tofu, pierced by a sword hole. Thousands of nights only felt the sword's edge pierce something, but the raging force suddenly disappeared, like the sea of stone sinking, and then heard a low shout.

Under the turbulence of the force, the walls of the hole suddenly crumbled into countless scraps of stone, revealing the rear passage. Li Fenlan, who attacked the blue coat in the passage, held Dongyue Sword Feng in one hand and looked at Thousand Nights with surprise.

“Oops, stabbed the wrong guy.” He opened his eyes for a thousand nights and stayed for a while.

The other party's power attributes are obscure even in the real field of view. It was not possible to distinguish them under the emergency. At this point, it is clear that they are still on the dawn side. The young man in blue should be a strong man on the imperial side.

This person can hold Dongyue Sword Feng in one hand, it is by no means unusual. Though his hands were covered in thin ice cream, thus isolating Dongyue Sword Feng, which was a small coincidence, his strength remained brutal.

The atmosphere is very subtle, with two eyes facing each other for a moment. Just as Li Manlan's breath was about to improve, his hands shook at night. Dongyue Jianfeng trembled, and he had emerged from Li Manlan's palm.

This is a wonderful time to pull away. When the sword is collected, it is precisely when the momentum of Li Manlan will not rise, one by one to emerge from the grip.

“Sorry, unintentional.” Apologized for a thousand nights, grabbed a pill and threw it over, then left quickly.

In such chaos, the threat of one's own people is sometimes not much smaller than that of the dark race. After the Iron Curtain Blood War, the thousand nights have come to know this. Lee Man-lan is a strong fighter. His identity is unknown. He has no idea of finding such a strong companion at all.

Li Fenlan caught the medicine in his underground consciousness, and he didn't look at his hands until a thousand nights away. White as jade, there is a hidden red line in the palm of the hand. Just now Dongyue's sword still broke his hand.

“Is that Zhao Valve's man? Interesting!” Li Fenlan took the war-general's recovery medicine in front of him and suddenly smiled softly.