Monarch of Evernight

At such a close distance, the blood of gold burning in the body is rising again, not even blood lurking can completely suppress the breath spill. After all, Russell had the rank of a powerful Count, and under such hierarchical repression, he inevitably felt an anomaly.

Thousands of nights have subsided and immediately retreated with a sword, such as gliding on the water, flashing a few steps to dozens of meters away.

Russell's eyes fluttered with intense blood, flashing sharply and catching up immediately. Seeing a thousand nights flash into the ruins of another building, his face suddenly smiled and rushed straight to the past, ready to destroy the ruins once again.

After a thousand nights of turning into a half-wall, I saw a figure drifting in through a window like a ghost, almost colliding with each other.

Thousand Nights was an extraordinary shock, and he had no sense of each other's breath, even when he saw the shadows shaking, he subconsciously wanted to ignore the past, so that the reaction slowed by half a beat. And the young girl across the street obviously did not notice the thousand nights, at this moment the blood of the thousand nights of burning gold has stabilized, the blood lurking once again covered the undue breath.

A clear face, the blindfold of a thousand nights, his face changed slightly and the person came blank.

The blank photograph didn't expect to meet here for thousands of nights. The action was stagnant. His face was stunned and his mouth was stunned.

Before waiting for the thousand-night movement to solve her, suddenly a hegemonic incest pressed down her head, then a blast, the masonry metal flying around like a blow, the smoke rising, nothing can be seen. The shielded Russell speeds have not arrived yet, and the burst of impulse has completely destroyed half the abandoned houses.

The blank figure was hidden in the smoke, and before she disappeared, she turned to Russell for a thousand nights, and the stare of hunger appeared in her eyes, as if travelers who had been walking in the desert for a long time had seen hot food.

“Is she gonna sneak up on that guy or me?” This thought flashed through the mind of a thousand nights.

Like the powerful force that hit the entire mountain, it swung away its thoughts and faced Russell again at night. This time he stopped spelling hard, but carried a sword like the wind, a sword suddenly and negligently, and cut it on a giant shield, while also quickly retreating.

A few moments later, Russell felt unbearably twisted. The shield could hardly eat any force. There was no place for him to play with his strong strength. The only way forward was to follow the thousands of nights attacking him, making him unable to find a gap to escape.

Russell completely ignored any obstacle along the way and ran straight through it. The road ahead was a pile of rubble, and the building collapsed so thoroughly that few walls could be seen to be partitioned, but only half-cutting columns stood alone.

Thousands of nights jumped, just as Russell's shield struck again, his body suddenly became extremely light, suddenly weightless, following the wave of powerful forces pushed by the shield, flowing out more than ten meters.

Russell felt agitated again, but he had also begun to adapt, retrieving the shield much more stable than previous times, with little effect on his pace, flying away, kicking the truncated column in front of him into countless fine pieces.

However, when this foot kicked out, he suddenly felt something unusual. He looked down and saw a crack in his alloy cast boots. Blood was gushing out, the wound was deep and Sensen white bone had been seen.

Russell took another big step forward with inertia, and the pain of the drill came from his ankle, suddenly making him scream, his right leg soft, and his knee on the ground.

However, Russell is extremely experienced in combat. At such a sudden moment, he has not relaxed his guard against the surrounding environment and feels a little strange behind him. He put a giant shield in front of him and waved the sword back in his hand.

Behind Russell, the blank light instantly lay on the ground, with a long hair dancing in the air. Russell's sword swept over her spine, chopping off her half long hair, and countless hair dancing in the air.

However, the young girl's long knife still held a strange angle and penetrated the russell armor gap accurately, leaving a large wound on his back waist.

The blanks were then used together, like crawling insects, instantly retreating away from Russell. There was blood on the tip of the blade and the sharp edge of the knife in her hand, and the wound on Russell's foot was her masterpiece.

Russell turned around and stared at the blank light, as if he wanted to burst into flames in his eyes. His eyes suddenly burst into a pungent, bloody light, and he stabbed his eyes blankly.

Puppet! This was an exotic technique used by the superior bloodline to control the powerful among the subordinate races, inflicting unbearable and painful and fearful effects even if the minds of the other were not completely manipulated. However, after the outbreak of the Dawn War, this kind of anomaly began to become massively ineffective and gradually became the gifted ability of a very small number of superior blood families.

She clearly understood that the puppet's blank photograph was in the white. Her little face just flashed a little surprise and then ran faster. She vanished into the ruins in the blink of an eye. She was not affected by the puppet at all.

When Russelton dawned, this gifted ability was one of his cards against the battle dawn camp, and if not for the warnings of a teenage girl, it would not have been used on such a level 10 human battle, but it failed completely?

At the moment of distraction, Russell's giant shield suddenly violently shook and tried to fly away. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and momentarily, which controlled the shield.

In front of Russell, the thousand nights have turned around and Dongyue circled over his head for a week, full of strength, slashing him again on Russell's giant shield.

The sound of this exchange was particularly low, but equally frightening, and within 10 metres, the rubble was shaken to the sky and turned into powder.

Thousand Nights sword was cut across, Russell's ankle was injured, but he was unable to eat and was swept several meters across by a thousand Nights sword.

His eyes swept Russell away, his eyes flashed with light, his hands held swords, his feet stretched, and instantly he hit Russell's shield with a fit.

The attack was unexpected. Russell was in an incorrect position at the moment and his center of gravity was unstable. He backed off with such a brutal impact. Just two steps back, Russell suddenly remembered something, and he couldn't scream! He turned the shield behind him and blocked the hindsight.

Indeed, the giant shield moved into place, Russell's hands trembled, and the shield was uploaded with a dense bang like a pearl rain, not knowing how many attacks he had endured for a while.

Thousands of nights are the end of the offense, and it took several steps back to de-seismic the backlash caused by the brutal impact. He stood on the ground with Yue's oblique fingers in the Middle East, and the tattoo on the blade was a little bright, and he was ready for the next move.

On the other side of Russell, the blank shot missed, jumped forward immediately, feet on the shield, gently tumbled out, landed more than ten meters away, and then stared at Russell, shrunk behind the shield, like the most delicious food.

Upstairs in the tower, White Dragon Armor was watching this side of the battle, his right hand swinging down, drinking: "Fire! ”

Numerous gunshots rang almost simultaneously with his orders, and powerful snipers crossed the battlefield, instantly hitting Russell. Nor could his heavy armor block this armour-piercing sniper bombardment, which resulted in several large holes in his body between the eyes, blurred flesh and blood in the holes and a constant burning smell.

Russell's blood fluttered and his shield lit up with bright bronze glow. Despite the sudden attack, he remained calm, shifting rapidly, guarding against thousands of nights and blanks more than 10 metres away, while his eyes swept across the battlefield, ignoring the unknown presence of dozens of white valve fighters in the vicinity, hiding behind him.

A sense of danger arose in Russell's heart. He shouted and punched him on the ground. He was the center of the corrugation, spreading in all directions. Dozens of beasts of varying images were generated from the blood gas and pounced on the surrounding white valve warriors.

Blood leopards with hair growing on their backs are the fastest, passing instantly from the side of a white valve warrior. The soldier swayed all over his body, dropped the gun in his hand, covered his throat desperately, and blood poured out of his fingers. His eyes were full of horror and he fell down slowly. By this time, the leopard had already fallen on another white valve warrior and bit off his back neck.

Dozens of bloodthirsty beasts ravaged the area, quickly claiming the lives of most of the White Valve warriors surrounding them. Russell's field appears to be perfect and well suited to mass killings on the battlefield.

Seeing Russell's releasing field, a thousand nights of opportunistic action were launched. Dongyue waved gently and a sword fired silently at Russell.

Silence!

Thousands of nights of study and silence have been extinct for many days. At this moment, there is hardly a trace of smoke, even the sword power has become faint. However, it consumes nearly half as much power as it has in the past, and the power is conceivable.

Russell, who was manipulating the field and avoiding sniping, suddenly felt a deadly danger, as if he were moving a giant shield and could only retract, kneeling on one knee, protecting his arms from brain damage, full of blood and almost visualizing the field, as if instantly a pool of blood several metres in diameter had appeared.

Without any signs, the blood gas field was suddenly divided into two parts. A few blood beasts could not avoid it. They were also cut in half and returned to the blood gas and remitted into the field.

Russell slowly lowered his arms and suddenly heard a snap, his armor split into two pieces, falling to the ground, each with a fine incision, such as a red thread so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. Russell moved so quickly that the incision popped open and turned into a horrible wound deep into the arm bone.

The sword cut off only half of Russell's arm and failed to cut off his arms, surprisingly for thousands of nights. Looking at the metallic glitter of the arm bone in Russell's wound, he thought.

Russell's realm was similarly cut open by a sword a thousand nights ago, and although it recovered immediately, the blood was clearly faint and several bloodbeasts disappeared directly. There are advantages and disadvantages to opening up the field on the battlefield. The disadvantage is that if a strong person attacks the field, it will consume the force very quickly.

Russell's realm of blood and animals is of a high standard, and he never expected to be cut open by a sword a thousand nights ago, so he was badly wounded.

Follow-up orders from White Dragon Armor have long been issued, and several strong white valves rushed in and attacked Russell.

Though such a suction increases pressure elsewhere on the line, White Dragon Armor has seen that Russell is not an ordinary figure. The enemy is so big, if there are no special circumstances, this fortress will be thrown away sooner or later, if the blood count can be slaughtered, a little money will be recovered.

At high altitude, the old blood man's eyes, like dead water, finally raised some waves and slowly said: "Let Russell come back and fight again, the little guy may have to do it. ”

At this moment, in front of him, there is a dark house where you can see the flashes of fire and explosions outside the window, and the roof continues to fall of wood dust.

In the middle of the house, there was a simple wooden chair with a woman in white sitting on the top of the chair with her eyes slightly dripping, as if the outdoor fighting had nothing to do with her.

This woman, that's the white bump.

In the image, the light in her hands grew brighter and brighter, obviously gathering forces, and she couldn't bear to do it.