Monarch of Evernight

These four-armed fighters wanted to kill only a thousand nights, completely ignoring the deaths and injuries of the two arms. After several successive attacks during the thousands of nights, several four-armed samurai became apparently agitated, shouting and issuing orders, which meant that all the arms around them were surrounded, squeezing their flesh and blood into the thousands of nights and compressing his space for movement.

Thousands of nights know that both arms and four-armed fighters are not in the same class, but I had no idea that four-armed fighters could force them to die. Knowing that arm men also belong to intelligent creatures, many of them of human or dark ethnic origin, deserves instinctive resistance to such orders to die.

Fear and struggle are also seen in the eyes of many arms. They hesitated to come up, and as long as they approached the thousand nights, it meant death. But with the roar of the four-armed samurai, their eyes quickly soaked with a strange yellow color, like the same yellow gauze that covered their eyes, no more divine color. Then they became irrational, roaring and pounding into the night.

Thousands of nights saw that all four-armed samurai were behind the wheel. Now they laughed in their hearts. Before the two arms had been surrounded, they squeezed from the stitches. They appeared in front of a four-armed samurai crying out for orders. Dongyue waved and cut off his legs.

The four-armed samurai screamed and fell, the pain kept rolling, the four-arms waved indiscriminately, and those heavy weapons suddenly created a death zone around him, and all nearby arms were smashed to flesh.

The reason why Thousand Nights does not kill is to turn these severely injured and disabled four-armed samurai into natural obstacles. Otherwise, don't say hundreds of thousands, that is, 10,000 two-armed people around, can also kill Thousand Nights alive.

But this is not the only four-armed samurai who shouts orders. Strangely enough, despite dozens of four-armed samurai giving orders at the same time, the two-armed men did not mess up and came all the way to the night, as if they were in command alone.

Weird in the mind of a thousand nights, speculating, are all these four-armed people under "Get on!” Orders that don't require much thought, so no matter how many people give orders, it's the same?

As the number of four-armed samurai grew, several people were cut off at night and evaded, without improving their situation at all. His eyes swept away, closing his eyes to the position of all the samurai around him, and instantly he had a plan in his mind. You want to kill yourself with your arms? It's not that easy.

The four-armed samurai are very tall, powerful transverses even reach about 10 meters, and the weak are at least three or four meters tall, standing in a group of two-meter nearby two-arm men, like a sitting tall tower, especially remarkable. Those arms can form an obstacle on the ground, but they can't take care of the sky.

Moving his mind, he rose for thousands of nights, swept over dozens of meters, pounded on the head of a four-armed samurai, and Dongyue Qiangqiang opened his weapon, then turned around and cut off his head.

After the assault, he jumped at night, lit a trunk in the air, and one turn fell on the head of another four-armed samurai, harvesting another prey.

Flying through the sky for thousands of nights, seven four-armed samurai were severed instantly, emptying nearly one left. Though still a dense and numb pair of arms, there is no threat below.

At this point, the sudden change is coming back.

Dozens of four-armed samurai around took off the long bow behind them, bent the bow and built the arrow, and between moments, countless long arrows came with sharp whistles!

As soon as you see the light blue light attached to the arrow, your eyes will change. This is the tracking arrow!

Thousands of nights jump into a big tree, circle around the trunk for weeks, and the knots rise. The trembling tracking arrows behind him also moved, circling the ancient trees and quickly closing in.

At the turn of the eye, the thousand nights have climbed to the crown, where the trunks of the ancient trees are so thin that it is no longer possible to cover the body of the thousand nights. Although most of the tracking arrows were fired at the trunk, there were still about ten behind the thousand nights.

Thousand Nights is what he is, and even by the standards of the twelve ancient clans of blood, he is now a genius who can suppress the end of Edward the Son, far above Edward in speed and spirituality. But even if he did, he could not escape the assault of the tracking arrows. The indigenous archery in these vortexes is truly appalling, and the standard is still above the empire.

There was nowhere left to go, and the thousands of nights turned and fell, like a meteor, into the crowd of people with arms under the tree, suddenly smashing a bunch of unlucky guys into meat sauce, and dozens of people around them were shocked out.

Puffy, several tracking arrows are almost stuck on the ground for thousands of nights, almost completely uninterrupted, leaving only a truncated feather. After a sharp turnaround, their accuracy was still a little low, and most of them failed to hit a thousand nights.

But the thousand nights were still muffled, with an arrow in the back of his shoulder and thigh.

An arrow in the thigh goes deep into the flesh, and the arrow behind the shoulder is nailed to the shoulder blade for thousands of nights, without penetration.

The face was pale for a thousand nights, and the two arrows were pulled out by the opposite hand. Both arrows are plain arrowheads with no sharpened serrations, but show some weird blue stripes, apparently highly poisonous feeding. Thousands of nights feel slightly numb in the wound, which is already a symptom of poisoning, but as soon as the blood flames turn, all toxins are burned out.

Fortunately, these indigenous people probably feel that the poison is enough and do not need to polish the arrows any more. These fine craftsmanship are too time-consuming and labor-saving to apply poison to indigenous people who are busy breeding all day and falling asleep again at night to resist the cold nights.

And this poison that can make you feel uncomfortable all night long, put it elsewhere, can easily poison any vicious beast, even a strong demon like Aiden takes a lot of thought to solve the poison. In the midst of a heavy siege, there is a slight slowdown, which is a dead end.

Dozens of other tracking arrows, and eventually only ten arrows, and two hits, are lucky. But if the arrows can catch up to the end, then these four-armed samurai are not as powerful anymore, I'm afraid they're all going to be close to the god general.

At this time, the surrounding arms came up again and dared not fly into the sky again for thousands of nights. That was a living target. He slipped into the crowd of arms and protected himself in the stupidest way.

Thousands of nights become minimal and extremely fine, so long as you can make your opponent lose his or her power, he or she will not die, and minor injuries will not be serious. This is not about being merciful, but about saving every bit of energy to cope with the next possible crisis or turning the clock.

The Book of Darkness can transform fine blood, but it is not fast enough to consume a full battle. And while blood and gas can be replenished, the force cannot be replenished, and it is still consumed one by one.

In the Great Whirlpool, all races adapt mostly to the environment of high gravity, and their bodies are extremely strong, which is the star of the power of the Thousand Night Vortex. The power of the realm is not very effective, nor can it be used at random. The base card is scrapped for a thousand nights and only the original gun is still there. But this is to cope with the final crisis, which is not readily available.

In the blink of an eye, it is dusk.

Thousands of nights bathing blood, just remember to kill nearly 100 samurai with four arms alone, and countless deaths and injuries to both arms. He is now getting heavier and feeling a little sloppy between movements. By the time the battle was over, his blood and gas forces had gone to the bottom.

“Still can't escape?” Sighs at the bottom of the night. He had no idea that he had died not in the front line of the battle against the Dark Races, nor in the tumbling infighting within the Empire, but in the naval tactics of the great whirlpool of indigenous people, somewhat indecisive.

But the six-armed giant didn't want to go into the forest, and it's a long way from a thousand nights away. With the strength that remains at this moment of the thousand nights, we want to launch a flashing raid in the void, and we can't even go home with him.

The night slows down and the forest is even darker. But darkness has no effect on the thousand nights, and more so on the four arms and the two arms. Some of the indigenous people have dim vision, but it is totally incomparable with the dark vision of the ancient bloodline of the thousand nights.

Slightly under pressure, always thinking about the way out of the thousand nights immediately made the decision to break into the direction of the pools of all beings!

It's night time, and even if there's no freezing cold night for everything, every biological instinct chooses to sleep, and even reproduction stops.

The vast beasts in the great waters of the pools of creation, I'm sure, are. They're tired and probably won't pay attention to a flying mosquito around them as long as it's not dying to bite them.

Thousands of nights are gambling at night, and those underwater giants are lazy enough to cope with a thousand nights touching the waters of the pools of creation.

When the night was completely plummeting, the thousand nights finally broke through the heavy siege and came to the junction of the forest with the pool water, before that invisible line.

The distant six-armed giant suddenly became agitated and growled, commanding both arms and four-armed samurai to intensify their siege. It couldn't stand to try to get into the forest itself. In the roar, several big trees were knocked down by it, but the six-armed giant insisted on going deep despite the damage.

This suggests that there are six-armed giants in the pool of creation who are also worried, so it instinctively doesn't want to go near the pool of creation for thousands of nights.

The more enemies don't want to do what they do, the more they do. In most cases, this is a good strategy. A thousand nights forwards, crossing that border step by step.

After entering the border, a roar of anger shouted over the pools of creation, and the impulse of desire surged like a tide, slapping hard on the body of the thousand nights, while also smashing on the armmen and four-armed samurai who followed the thousand nights across the border. Even those who did not cross the border, but those with close arms, did not let go. It exists in the water, obviously in anger.

The tide dropped, and a thousand nights climbed a trance, and the dawn dawn dawn enlightened the force, and the mind restored to brightness.

Around, arms and four-armed samurai have long fallen to the ground, mixed together like passionate beasts, desperately breeding. It is clear that they are capable of generating future generations and naturally do not have the capacity to withstand the tide of desire.

In a thousand nights of joy, this desire tide is weaker than during the day, obviously the giant beast in the water also has to sleep, only deal with things. Its response, however, has become resistant to the thousands of nights, but it is still far beyond the limits of those arms-men and four-armed samurai. This tidal strike solved the chase for Thousand Nights.

The thousand nights continued to rush to the pools of creation, but before he started, he suddenly looked away. In that direction, there seemed to be an unusual disturbance, and those indigenous people were besieging someone.