Monarch of Evernight

The middle-aged general was the heart of Li Tianquan. Li Qingyun was so straightforward, he didn't bring a bit of decoration. He was unhappy with what he was saying, but he didn't dare to attack. He just hummed, "What Imperial Twin Star? Blood wars are just children's games. Can you take them seriously? ”

Li Qingyun smiled and said: “In a few years you will not be a child. That's what I'm talking about. Does anyone dare to say it in front of Zhao Jundu? ”

The middle-aged general looked ugly. Even if he were, he wouldn't dare to say anything like that in front of Zhao Jundu. And regardless of the development potential of the future, and the Zhao Valve behind him, just now, in the battle of Yongnight Battalion, Zhao Jundu of Grade 12 can fight the Marquis of Strength with Grade 5 in the field, how many more people dare to yell in front of him?

Seeing that the fight will begin, Li Qingyun said: "Can't the Second Elder come? I think this game is worth watching. ”

The general didn't think otherwise: "A bunch of guys who can't get on the stage, what's there to see? It's enough for me to press here. How can I use a second elder kiss? ”

Li Qingyun swept him up and down and smiled. His face was still so gentle, but the face of the middle-aged general was embarrassed. Li Qingyun's meaning is clear: you are not qualified.

However, the general is also a member of the Li family. He is very well aware of the madness and cruelty of Li Qingyun's ordinary appearance. Don't look at him now. His divine tone is no different from that of ordinary people. One is bad, he will see blood in the next minute. I don't know where to offend him yet. The middle-aged general swallowed his breath raw, just as he didn't see the desecration in Li Qingyun's eyes.

Lou Killed and others arrived on the gallery.

Lou slaughtered his arms in his chest and looked at them in the shadows of a thousand nights, like a fierce beast in front of a violent wound. The rest of us waited less quietly, a group of people came whistling, provoked, exaggerated action, from time to time the slang in the mouth of the third best place, the sentence refers to the mung shouting, and finally the sophisticated vomit.

After hearing the rough words of the namesake, he finally opened his eyes and reached out to Lu to kill the group and hooked his fingers. “If you want to fight, wait for this to end, one at a time, life or death, whatever? ”

The opposite voice immediately went down, several people looked at each other, and their faces were not easy.

Perhaps they had not looked at the thousand nights before, but after the provocative strong men of the military exchange zone had been held hostage by the thousand nights, they knew very well that even if there was a hierarchical advantage there, there was no certainty of victory over the thousand nights. At least easily, they beat the strong man steadily, but could not have won so simply.

Yet now the challenge of a thousand nights is thrown out, one ground at a time, has already taken advantage of the wheel battle, could it be one more hug? This group of mercenaries, though black and powerful, can't be abandoned in this spectacular battlefield.

Lou Kill never spoke, and only then did he say: "Shut up, all of you, and use your strong words on the battlefield.” He walked up to the row of seats and sat down.

His men shut up and sat on the surrounding ground, which was tantamount to a weakening, but there was finally a step down.

Ignoring the killing of those people by Lou, he walked into the battlefield on the trumpet and plugged Dongyue into the ground. The battlefield floor is made of coarse rock, yet a thousand nights at hand, the less astonishing heavy sword blade silently falls into half a meter, such as tofu insertion.

A thousand nights appeared, stirring up an argument. Turns out he didn't carry any weapons or even wear armor, except for Dongyue, who was wearing an ordinary combat suit with almost zero defense.

Dooley also walked into the battlefield, arguably armed to the teeth, with a three-edged long gun in his left hand, a double-barreled short gun with a large diameter between his waist, a nuclear crossbow behind his back, a knife dagger in his back waist and thigh, and even a grenade under his chest.

The trumpet sounded again, declaring the fight officially open.

Dooley stared at Thousand Nights, her eyes grew bloody and she laughed: “You know, Thousand Nights, I've been putting up with you for a long time! From the first sight I saw you, I felt terrible. You robbed me, you robbed me, you tried to take my place? Come on, now, I'll let you know the difference between killing people and fighting like you flower racks! ”

Dooley burst into the night with a sharp whistle and stabbed him straight in the heart. The long gun moved and the dark-green gun flare over a metre long was thrown out on the sharp edge. When the first blow was visible, Dooley did his best.

The gun came very quickly and instantly. When it reached the chest, it was still motionless for a thousand nights. I saw blood in the first round!

Just as he held his breath around the audience, he suddenly noticed the flowers in front of him, and the thousand nights seemed to have moved, and it seemed as if he had not moved, and the castrated long gun had not deviated without any signs, and stabbed him in the open, as if Dooley had temporarily closed his hand. Yet everyone knows that this is never going to happen.

Dooley's impulse, which was stabbed empty, had room for a switching move, but, unexpectedly, there seemed to be an intangible force field ahead, leading him on to the thousands of nights.

And the colour of the night was immobile, as if nothing unusual had ever happened. He simply stepped forward for half a step, while his body leaned forward slightly, at a very small angle, listening to a bang, Dooley was hit backwards and flew out, and he stepped back several steps when he landed.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, and no one thought it would turn out like this.

Li Qingyun was knocking on the armrest, his fingers suddenly stopped for a moment, then fell down, keeping up with the original rhythm.

Dooley's face was full of blood, his head was a little dizzy, he had no idea what had just happened and he hit something again. He reached out and wiped the blood off his face, and saw that the thousand nights were still standing there, as if he hadn't lifted his hand, and Dongyue was still there, not used at all.

Dooley bites his teeth, blood provokes his ferocity, caution in the reverse scene, a howl in his throat, throws down the long gun, pulls out the dagger with his opposite hand, lightning strikes a thousand nights. As soon as he got close, he started a stormy offensive, double-edged into two bright lights, dancing all around the night.

He can't even keep up with his moves if he can't be a war general.

Only this round of madness demonstrates Dooley's true strength, extremely fast and precise, every inch short and dangerous. If an opponent is so suppressed on the battlefield, it is likely to see life and death, and even those who are stronger than Dooley, may drink hatred in short supply.

However, most people on the rostrum felt that their eyes seemed to have been spent, and the edges of their bodies became blurred at night, as if they were overlapping several times.

Many rubbed their eyes blindly, while others were alert, transporting force into their eyes to enhance their eyesight. It was only then that they saw clearly, not that their eyes had taken away, but that they had moved so fast and so small that they had not wasted even a centimeter of distance that they had left a residual image in the eyes of their powerful people.

At this moment, the mind is distracted to assess the situation in front of the eyes.

He felt a bit off, on the one hand he felt that Dooley's offense should be quite aggressive, in the impression that the guy who had been looking for trouble from the beginning was not entirely a grass bag, at least his strength and his rank matched. At this moment, however, in the eyes of a thousand nights, Dooley's offense was loud, but the movement was stagnant and blossoming.

Thousands of nights don't even use basic fighting skills in the military. Only in the weak spots of the other party can the attack be blocked by hand, dodging and the range of the counterattack is less than half a meter, and the Dooley offense will be dissolved.

Suddenly one step forward, the whole person somehow passed through Dooley's knife net, leaning almost against him, then lifted his elbow and Dooley flied out.

Watching Doolie fade away, a symbol surfaced from the myriad knowledge inherited from the Blood River at a thousand nights.

An almost invisible red thread stretched out under the feet of the thousand nights, instantly tens of meters, before reaching first, and halfway across the Doolies in the air.

Then the thousand nights were drawn as if they were intangible forces, gliding forward, leaving behind a residual figure, with different postures. One step at a time in front of Dooley, the scout grabbed Dooley's back neck and understated and pushed him into the ground, but stood up and stood still.

Those residues appeared almost simultaneously and vanished in millimeters.

On the hard coarse rock floor of the fighting field, Dooley lost most of his body, motionless, and unknown life and death.

Standing there for a thousand nights, standing still, seemingly thinking about something. And there was silence in the battlefield, and no one spoke, no voice, no curse, as if to frighten the young man.

Li Qingyun's right hand had stopped in the air for a long time, and now he finally fell, clapping on the armrest. Instead of surprised, his eyes filled with laughter, he sighed softly: "So crafty, so crafty! I'll never be lonely again! ”

Say it, Li Qingyun rose and left without looking at it for a thousand nights. Before leaving, a strong attendant accidentally glanced at the chair he had sat in and jumped at his eyelids. The chair runs from the armrest to the back of the chair and is filled with numerous clear cracks, while keeping the prototype free of loose racks.

A moment later, there was still silence in the battlefield. People don't know if it's a compliment, a shout, or some other reaction. Strong men in this room go through hundreds of wars, but have never seen such a fight, and every detail seems to remind one of the scenes he has just seen.

In fact, Dooley has earned a lot of fame during this time, whether he wins military service or internal consultations, and he has proven once again the strength of Lu's ability to kill this team.

However, the battle just now did not have a fierce collision between the Force and the Force, nor did it have a comparative defense of the Light Sword Shadow. People could not even see the tactics of both sides before it was over.

The thousand nights finally woke up from contemplation and looked at Dooley, who was still embedded in the ground, and said to the referee who had not yet returned to God: "Send all his equipment to me. ”

Lou killed Horan and stood up and couldn't help but drink: “Thousand nights, don't go too far! ”

“Isn't that a rule?” Thousands of nights looked up directly at Lou Killing, fading away: “Of course the rules can also be dictated by the big fists. If you think I'm going too far, then come down and fight for life and death. ”

Lou's face was filled with clouds, and the process of defeating Dooley at night was really understated. Especially the last way to chase it, it made people feel like it was empty. The battle will be lifted up, but if you want to walk in the void, turn around freely. What strength does that have to be?

Thinking of this, Lu Kill took a deep breath and stood still, holding on to the strong desire between his lips and teeth to shout a war.

The night didn't force me to say, "You can always get a chance before I walk out this door.” Go ahead, pick up Dongyue and go outside.