Monarch of Evernight

Thousands of nights set their minds, and this recovered from the sword's power.

The sword style has been condensed in the Book of Black, and the basic cultivation techniques appear in the Thousand Nights consciousness accordingly. He wrote down the power pharmacy and the moves in his heart, and then he thought about another question, the mystery of the Book of Black.

When the silence of the day appeared, it was at the time of the thousands of nights practicing the basic sword strength, by then his foundation had been quite solid, but there was no inheritance of deep warfare skills. It was with the sky in Dongyue's hand, but there was no powerful killing technique beside him. So the Book of Darkness condensed the silence from the hundreds of basic swords, the perfect sword technique for the thousand nights and Dongyue. If this sword falls into the hands of others, it will inevitably diminish its power.

Now the emergence of a new sword tactic is obviously due to the emergence of the response to the mass war, and then to the recent experience, the thousand nights have to believe that this Book of Darkness was triggered and cultivated such a killing tactic, most likely due to the death battle against the Dark Army in the White Valve Fortress, as well as the repeated hunting of dwarves and beasts.

This sword is as heavy as the Silent Slash. At first glance, it was born exclusively for Dongyue. None of the lighter swords can wield such a heavy slash as the mountain.

However, there is still a lot of ambiguity about this sword, which has been newly quenched in the Book of Black. Thoughts over and over again, comparing the process of cultivating silence and killing, finally understand that the sword skill cultivated by the Book of Black is not flawless, and the power is roughly equivalent to the level of the valves' secret martial arts.

This level of mystery, basically important descendants of the family can be passed on, is not particularly precious. On top of that, there is a more central inheritance. In Zhao Valve, for example, Zhao Jundu's Bafangfeng Town is one of Zhao Valve's most core inheritance, and its power is clearly above the martial arts cultivated by the Book of Black.

However, there is still a lot of room for improvement in martial arts such as the silence and annihilation cultivated by the Book of Darkness, which requires continuous training and understanding at a thousand nights before it can be raised to the next level. To date, the power of silence has been much stronger than it was in the beginning, approaching the level of uncharted valve secrets.

Thinking about it, the Book of Darkness has gained a general understanding of the conditions for the cultivation of martial arts, which is not only the need for fine blood, but also the need for a source, with a cap. If he hadn't mastered basic swordsmanship, he wouldn't have triggered silence. There will be no new swordsmanship without thinking about how to break enemies in groups. With sword moves, you need to carefully scratch and polish to reach the realm of lucidity.

In other words, the Book of Black is actually at a key node, giving a direction to Thousand Nights. This result is significantly discounted compared to the intended use, but remains extremely important.

The secret warfare skills of the main valve families came from the initial awakening of the Dawn Force, and after 1,200 years of polishing and refinement, it can be seen that if only a thousand nights explored themselves in the Hundred Wars, it is not known how long it will take to extinct such killings.

Put your emotions aside for a thousand nights and start masturbating the new swordsmanship.

This sword is very simple, both sword tricks and force mindset. The key points are brilliant and powerful. The last time silence appeared, the inscription appeared on the Book of Darkness simultaneously showing the name, but this time quietly nothing. I don't know if there's enough sperm blood or something.

Thousands of nights thought slightly, “Just call the eight sides of the war... no, the eight sides are ready. ”

World War I must be, just one word apart, but the inner meaning is completely different. When the eight sides came out, it felt like this sword-style understanding had entered another layer.

A moment later, he had basically mastered the Eight Directions, so he got up to carry his sword and experiment with new tricks.

Dongyue was in the hand, the night stirred, suddenly a loud drink, Dongyue straight forward cut out!

With one sword, the force in the body suddenly leaked like running water. Dongyue suddenly weighed several times, like moving a hill! Just one sword, he consumed a thousand nights of nuclear power to the small half, the second sword chopped to the front left, Dongyue was even heavier a few points, so that his power had been consumed more than half, so that the third sword barely waved in half, Dongyue suddenly sinked, slanted into the ground, and the sword momentarily scattered.

Thousands of nights knew it wasn't that easy, but the sword test still stunned him. There are eight swords in all directions, there are no omissions in all directions, one sword falls, and there is no life, which is the true intent of the eight sides. But how can it not be said that this consumption is truly amazing, fixing it at this moment of the thousand nights, can only barely wield three swords?

In stunner, suddenly in the thousands of nights ears, the clatter kept ringing, glancing, instantly found the source of the sound. In front of him and to his left, the purple matrix in the range of 10 meters suddenly became gray, and the original lifetime flowed without a trace.

Large purple matrices are constantly converting, almost instantly, and that turns dark gray and dead. Then there were countless small tortoises on the gray, a slight burst of smoke, instant grey flickering, revealing the dark ground.

The ground also does not restore its original appearance, with staggered vertical and horizontal surfaces, all of which are traces of sword gas cutting. Look at the dense numbness of the sword marks, even a mouse, and I'm afraid it's going to be cut into dozens.

Ten meters to the side of the thousand nights, there is also a giant tree. The trunk suddenly trembles, and if there is a painful groan like life, it sounds amazing.

As the thousand nights passed, a gray line spread rapidly across the tree, stretching a few meters long and measuring a gray band wide between the eyes. As the giant tree trembled, the ash belt burst suddenly into countless pieces of flying ash, spreading down. When the trunk of a giant tree paused, there was a huge scar 10 metres long and nearly 1 metre deep.

Trees are trembling harder and harder, seemingly painful and unbearable. And the surrounding giant trees began to vibrate, and the voices whizzed.

There was still some confusion at the beginning of the thousand nights, and suddenly I remembered something and looked up at the top of the tree. That spherical crown is definitely creeping desperately, and it seems that life is struggling desperately to break the membrane.

And not only the traumatized giant tree, but all the giant trees around it are the same!

The scene was unspeakable and sweaty at night. Before he could make up his mind, the surrounding canopy would burst apart, and countless beast dwarves would fall like rain falls, fearing hundreds of them.

Seen here, if you dare to stay for a thousand nights, immediately pull Dongyue up and flee. Behind him, thousands of beast dwarves flocked into a tumbling flood.

A thousand nights burying his head, he can't even care about the convergence breath, at this moment a little slower, he will be caught up. He practiced the original intent of the eight parties, originally to cope with today's scene, unfortunately now don't agree with the eight parties, that is, one party can not decide, only to escape.

Fortunately, despite the exhaustion of his Dawn Force, his blood still runs like wind at the body and speed of the ancient blood First Viscount. I don't know how long it took to get rid of the chasers behind me. Afraid to be careless for thousands of nights, after the sound of the chase behind him disappeared, he rushed forward for dozens of kilometres before stopping to rest.

Sitting under a giant tree, you can finally catch a little breath at night. Think about the freshly hunted flood of beasts, still palpitating, looking at the surrounding giant tree, the mood is a bit different.

Last time we went deep into the sleep of the giant beast, we didn't spend much time in the misty forest. We soon passed through here and arrived at the maze of the central melting hole.

Several battles were fought in the misty forest last time in my memory, some of them causing damage to giant trees, but at that time there was little response from giant trees or the entire forest. It was not until the powerful entered the maze that the entire forest, for whatever reason, created a wave of indigenous alien beasts that swept into underground caves, causing casualties in both camps.

After a thousand nights of rest and a little recovery, he stood up and knocked on the giant tree beside him.

As always, the giant tree was unresponsive, and the strange giant crown was too quiet. Had I not seen it many times a thousand nights ago, it would have been hard to believe that there were so many murderers in that crown.

Thousands of nights walked around giant trees and an idea matured in my heart. For whatever reason, this forest has become so dangerous, it might as well be used. Even wet beast dwarves hunt themselves to flee, so dark race opponents, even potential opponents on the Empire side, naturally can't please. And most of them don't have the ability and speed to converge like this for a thousand nights, and they're using it well, and this forest is where they're buried.

After a long journey, the thousand nights have lost their way and they have no idea where they are. However, the misty forest as a whole is circular, so long as it moves in one direction and is always able to get out of the forest, then it can be positioned by the outside terrain.

Thousands of nights randomly chose a direction, all the way forward, about half a day later, suddenly heard a hidden voice coming forward. He immediately stopped, converged his breath and slowly approached the noise through the hiding of the tree.

The perceived distance in the misty forest is extremely limited, allowing the voice to be heard, indicating that the distance is within kilometers. Though the perception of the thousand nights far surpasses that of the ordinary strong, it is a true national war. The strong, such as Lin, certainly has no shortage of secrets or special talents, and he never dares to neglect.

Approximately a hundred meters further forward, a row of shadows finally appeared in the real field of view. The formation was tight and the footsteps were one step away from the army formation in this dense woodland.

Around the central battalion, dozens of werewolves wandered indefinitely. If you look closely, that was a battle form of werewolves on alert. And in the back of the team, a few unusually tall and strong spider demon arrays, and a dozen jungle spiders with heavy backs.

A slight sandstorm sounded in the forest, and at night he lowered his head and saw only a fist-sized spider climb over his feet and continue to climb far away unconsciously. These spiders are the ears and eyes of spider demons and are quite useful for reconnaissance on the battlefield in general.

But the thousands of nights that lurk in the veins are no different for them than the dead stones without life.

The spider was only the first, and after it, tens of thousands of companions came, like a grey tide, as the army headed far away.

It stood still at night, silently counting the number of troops.

This is a force of nearly a thousand men, perhaps small in number alone, yet all members are regular Dark Race fighters, and the core is made up of blood fighters. These forces, if placed on the outside battlefield, will, as is customary, be matched by tens of thousands of cannon ashes. Luther attacked the Black River City army, that's all. And Luther is the force of the army, perhaps less than this silent advance.

You don't have to evaluate it. You know it's a hard bone to bite. And those who are capable of such discipline must be strong armies, no less powerful than special elite regiments like Imperial Red Scorpions and Folding Angels.

The night did not move, wait for the unit to pass before lifting its feet, banging and stepping on the last spider. The dozens of spiders around it suddenly felt, agitated and spinning around. But even if they climbed from the feet of a thousand nights, they didn't notice anything.

Moving feet away for thousands of nights, the spider has been stepped into mud, the juice falls on the purple matrix, causing a sudden reaction, the matrix can already be seen starting to peristalize, absorbing the spider's flesh. But the other spiders did not cause the matrix to react.

It's not normal.