Monarch of Evernight

Looking at the witch Xu Xu slowly approached, she did not move for a thousand nights. Instead, she was confused.

“Why don't you run? ”

“If I escape, won't these star wells give up for nothing? ”

“Idiot.” The look of the witch is hidden behind the fog and her expression cannot be seen clearly. After a shout of reproach, there was suddenly countless black fog all around him, which turned sharp and cut him off.

Thousand nights held Dongyue down, the sword blade passed through the fog, then the fog merged and continued to flow towards the thousand nights.

Thousand nights the eyebrows flashed, suddenly a golden force flame lit on Dongyue's sword blade, instantly chopping a sword on each side!

Dawn's enlightened Force Flame encountered the witch's invisible magic blade and burned abruptly. The flames of the bear devoured the faint fog and burned all the magic blades out in an instant.

Stepping back a thousand nights, it suddenly appeared dozens of meters away, distancing itself from the witch. And the witch didn't chase her, and she lifted her hand to retrieve some of the remaining blades, and her face was thick. Thousand nights are staring at the golden force flame on Dongyue Sword Feng, silently counting, for a long time.

The original flame pairs with the intangible magic blade. The essence is the direct confrontation between the dawn and the dark force. There is no room for coincidence. The comparison is between quality and quantity. Both sides are now calculating the consumption of talent to infer the strength of the opponent.

A moment later, a thousand nights later, his eyes were raised with vigilance and stiffness. And the dark fog around the witch is hidden, and obviously her mind is not calm either.

In the fight, both sides consumed half a pound of eight taels, putting together a banner drum equivalent!

Ever since the dawn of dawn, the thousand nights have never encountered anyone, either an empire or an everlasting night, who can essentially be equated with the Force itself. Older generations don't have a chance to fight, and don't say it. In the younger generation, even Zhao Jundu's purple green, after all, has not reached the pure green land of the furnace fire, which is still one line worse than the dawn of Qiming. It was unfortunate to advance the rank.

However, Zhao Valve had his own secrets when he crossed the gods to close the sky, and was able to further purify the Force, so after God, Zhao Jundu still had a chance to catch up and climb into the realm.

And in the everlasting night, Edward and Eden, the Force is worse in nature than a thousand nights. Edward's purple and black blood, even with the monarchy, will not suppress the dark golden blood, and the battle against Dawn Enlightenment will be weak. And Anwen has great wisdom, but maybe the smart ones are not too bitter, so his magic is strong in nature, but he is no stronger than Aiden is today.

Really, opponents, maybe only after awakening night eyes. Only after awakening the night eyes are so deep and unpredictable, the inherited divine power can be beyond imagination, the thousand nights can not even see what realm her Force essence has reached.

It wasn't until this moment that a thousand nights met a real opponent.

From the magnitude of the Magic Qi fluctuations, it can be seen that the witch's heart is far more shocked than a thousand nights. Perhaps she never expected to meet an opponent of the same quality as herself. Just like where she was when she appeared, in her heart, she was always tall and unique, and no one could compare to her.

The witch slowly said, "When I'm not in the City of Falls, I just think you're okay, not my real opponent. Now, I retract that idea. ”

"Perhaps it won't be long," said Thousand Nights. "You'll feel wrong about what you're thinking. ”

“Really? I look forward to it. Unfortunately, you won't have the chance. ”

The voice did not fall, the witch's figure moved, suddenly appeared behind the thousand nights, a hand wrapped around the magic held behind the thousand nights neck.

But this hand held an empty sky, the magic excited, constantly bursting. In the heavy dark fog, several fiber fingertips emerge, all surrounded by fine electricity.

When she grabbed it, she provoked all kinds of disguises, obviously surprisingly powerful. Many of the strong members of the blood clan watching the war around them changed color, especially the Blood Counts, who only felt cold at the back of their necks and could never stand the witch's gentle grip.

The night appeared a hundred meters away, staring at the witch. In times of crisis, he avoided a witch's blow with a blank flash. But when he looked to his original place, he found that the magic and electric flames were still bursting in the air, and the witch was unaware of her whereabouts.

Thousands of nights without false reflection, the figure flashed and disappeared. A finger was suddenly detected in the void, pointing towards the brain a thousand nights later, but unfortunately the only thing in the dot was the shadow.

When a thousand nights emerge from another place, the mind suddenly has a subtle feeling, and there is a slight darkness in front of it, as if it were spreading ink. His pupils reflected this smudge of black water, which instantly delayed the spread of its contamination for a moment. With this leeway, the sky flashed at night and disappeared again.

The ink expands to create a witch figure. She seemed to make a stealthy laugh, turning into a light inky light belt, pounding directly into a distant void. She jumped halfway, and a thousand nights had come before her.

But the thousand nights seemed to have predicted, crossed one step, let her pounce, and instantly disappeared. The faint ink belt never stops, one turns and strikes again into a distant void.

Only in a moment, the two sides have already joined hands. Those blood counts could not capture the movement of the two men, only to see the intersecting lane ink belts in the air, and several seemingly long-lasting remnants of the thousand nights. Only the Marquises could barely keep up with the pace of the two, but they were already staring and shocked.

Edward and others were quite calm, watching for a moment, and Anwen suddenly said, "Rowler, Edward, you two go down the star well first, let's escort you. ”

To be honest, the timing of Anwen's proposal was good, and Edward and Rawler were both moving. Now that the witch is at war with the Thousand Nights, there is no room for anyone else to interfere and a dangerous balance is reached without fear of being disturbed by the Thousand Nights.

And behind this proposal, Anwen wasn't so selfless, he wanted to see how Edward and Rowler transformed the stars and condensed the blood. Edward and Rowler don't care about that either. In order to condense the source of blood, the two communities have been secretly studying the method for many years, and it was not until a suitable carrier for the power of the stars was found that the conversion method was finally improved. It would be ridiculous if Anwen could be proficient just by watching.

"Okay, I'll go down first," said Rawler. ”

He pulled out an egg of milky white spider and threw it into the well of the stars, then jumped into the well.

The spider egg fell quickly, when suddenly a spider silk was shot from the top, setting it halfway empty. Roller's huge body and foot stepped on the phantom web and slowly descended.

He constantly felt the power of the falls and stars in the well, controlling the descent of the body and spider eggs, and to a certain area, Roller also showed strength and had to float for a period before stabilizing.

He kept spraying a little golden white mist from his mouth and was constantly absorbed by spider eggs. As the absorption of white fog increased, several stars finally began to become brighter, dotted stars gradually drifted towards the spider egg, and as the white fog was absorbed by the spider egg.

Edward Inoue was clearly relieved to see that the secret was working. Since the origin is all from the human race, the transformation secret of the blood family is actually connected to the spider demon principle, since the spider demon is effective, it means that the blood family will not have any problems.

Anwen watched carefully by the well, if he had thought about it. He was surrounded by magic, and countless symbols and complex formulas kept appearing, making Aiden next to him dizzy. Aiden also has to admit that Anwen does have some extraordinary talents in these respects than he could have imagined.

But Anwen is in the mood at the moment, but he's not as easy to write as he looks. He never thought the witch would come to the swirl. Later, after she had driven away for thousands of nights, she would surely grasp her weaknesses and ridicule her.

It just so happens that Anwen has a grip lately. When confronted by Thousand Nights, a blow propelled by his unique talents ensures that he hits Thousand Nights, yet he is driven away from the main wellhead of the well of the stars because of insufficient strength to kill or at least severely hit Thousand Nights. Sooner or later, the witch will know, and it will prove that he is not doing his job properly.

But in the eyes of the world, how many more people can be sure they can hit a thousand nights?

Anwen sighed a long time in the heart, and it would be useless if there were no more, because the witch could do it, and that was enough.

He focused on his mind, continued to observe the downhole changes, and calculated the method for analyzing the power of the Spider-Man clan to draw stars.

The basil downhole is also not easy, and the underfoot web is slightly trembling, making it look quite strenuous. His real strength is far more than that, but at this moment he has difficulty concentrating.

The perils of the star wells can only be experienced if they are truly deep inside. Rawler tried to shoot out a spider silk and hang it at the wellhead so he could stay undefeated. But the spider silk was only a few dozen meters away from the body, and was annihilated by the forces of the downhole stars and eventually turned into nothing. He wanted to hang himself on the wall of the hole with spider silk, so he could use it. However, a few spider silks just put up against the wall of the hole, the downhole space changed accordingly, suddenly the force of suction and pull down increased, and the power of the stars was instantly reduced and nearly cut off.

In this way, the amount of time it takes to convert this drop of blood is tens of times more, and even if the spider silk borrows a little force, the basil will never last that long.

On a few occasions, Basil had to accept reality, knowing that there was no room for coincidence. He couldn't figure out how these star wells could be so divine, so spiritual that they could see through all the cheating methods.

And as time went by, basil couldn't help himself. He was downhole, arguably completely unprotected, and before daring to come down, he had confidence in the witch. However, logically, the thousand nights are no match for the witch, but somehow the witch is too late to take the thousand nights. The uphole war has been going on, and Rawler can't help but pay attention to the situation there. This distraction greatly slows the process of transforming the clotting source blood.

The witch and the thousand nights are still running back and forth, chasing after each other to kill. Though I can't see her face, from the increasingly icy and intense killings, it is clear that she has moved her true anger and is no longer hiding her mood. She waved more than a hundred magic blades across the space, blocking the blockade for thousands of nights. It was a disgrace to her not to have taken a thousand nights in such a long time. So she did everything in her power to take down the thousand nights in the shortest possible time, or at least drive him away.

Witch tactics are very targeted, and she concludes that the sky glitter of a thousand nights cannot last too long. It's hard to escape her interception sniping as long as it takes a little over a thousand nights to get to the line. The smartest option is to scintillate away with a void when there is still room.

The witch waits for this moment, and she has set traps for Thousand Nights.