Monarch of Evernight

The attacks of the powerful Dark Race are very prescriptive, preceded by the Marquis of Spiderdemons and Werewolves, and the Demons and Bloodlines roam the periphery to find warplanes. The Counts, on the other hand, are in groups of three to two, working together under cover of each other, constantly threatening harassment with long-range attacks.

The four Dark Races, at this moment, have a prototype, grow and avoid short, greatly increase the power. It seems that the Empire's emphasis on night vision is not unreasonable, only she can pinch the four tribes on the battlefield, allowing them to set aside their differences and rehearse and cooperate with each other. Once the Four came together, the Empire resisted very hard.

However, such a battlefield may be effective against the average strong, but it is ignored and the field is sacrificed directly. Heavy pressures suddenly descended, making the Count feel like he was walking hard, and the dawn brightness of the sun burned them so hard that they could barely open their eyes.

In the field of the Thousand Nights, ordinary Dark Warriors fall in pieces and have no power to resist. Thousand Nights realm is only 100 meters square circle, far less vast than the night eyes, but the killing power in the realm is even more horrible, below the title, as soon as it enters the realm, it will be immediately killed by the double blow of the fiery dawn and the heavy pressure of the deep sea.

After the sealing of the realm, Dongyue raised his head for a thousand nights. At that moment, he cut off eight swords in a row. Each sword falls, one of the strong shall be half.

Eight sides!

“Stop!!” Largo roared.

Unfortunately, it is too late. Seven strong men, including three marquises, died instantly under the sword of the thousand nights. Only one Marquis of Glory escaped from birth, but a large gap was slanted open, and almost half of his body was cut open. He pressed the wound and flew away instantly, not even the Chinese army dared to stop.

For a moment Largo was furious and angry while his heart ached.

The two Marquises of Demonic descent were his hearts and minds, and one of them was his distant brother. At this moment, he died at the hands of a thousand nights, dramatically reducing his family's strength. He never thought that the thousand nights attack was so horrible, the battle had reached its peak, the attack was extinct, he even shouted, he was half beat behind.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood why Margot ran away after a thousand nights. Fight with Thousand Nights and see life and death at the start of the war. It's too late to try to escape.

Largo swayed for a moment and hesitated to confront such a terrible opponent. He distinguishes that a thousand nights, whether in the field or in swordsmanship, is an effective duke's standard, even if it is slightly inferior to an old duke like him, which is still limited.

However, he quickly saw that the atmosphere had plummeted and his face had turned pale after the eight sides had been set. Such a powerful and terrifying manoeuvre is also staggering, with three marquises and four counts slaughtered instantly, at a price to pay for the thousand nights.

Largo immediately made up his mind, laughed a long time, and then looked down and drank: "I don't know if you're alive or dead, let Largo take your life! ”

The sword stood at night, slowly harvesting the realm, just hooking Largo's fingers.

Largo suddenly raged and jumped hundreds of meters, instantly in front of thousands of nights. He landed heavily on the ground and the force burst into flash, forming a shockwave that pushed the surrounding warriors and powerful men together and cleared an open space.

Thousand Nights laughed, “Why, are you still afraid to hurt your men? You control the Force, can't you just go to the stage? ”

Largo is furious. Indeed, he did not want to hurt his own people, such as the strong man of his rank, who raised his hand and threw his foot in the room, a dead zone for dozens of meters. And in the land of the thousand nights, the Dark Races are even more dead. It's just that this was an act of caring for Chieftain, but it was devalued by the thousand nights.

“Cut the crap, you deserve to be buried with so many people today! Die!”

Largo had an extra pair of short blades in his hand, and the lightning rushed into front of him for a thousand nights and stabbed him directly at the point of harm. As Duke, dare to fight close to each other, Largo naturally has his own confidence.

This strike was too fast to react to most of the enemies. Thousands of nights, though well blocked to the top, were also slightly slow, and the robe was carried over by the blade and two openings were broken.

Largo seized it with a single blow and instantly retreated 10 meters away, avoiding the silence of a thousand nights of fighting back.

“What do you say? Those who underestimate our demons have already paid the price, you are next!” Largo laughed, one step behind the thousand nights, and the double edge stabbed again.

In the blink of an eye, the two interacted in a multimodal fashion, adding several shallow wounds to their bodies at night.

Largo is fast, turns short distances and is unusually agile, as if it were a light smoke, and even in an environment like the new world, it doesn't seem to have been much affected. Speed of monologues, slow down a thousand nights.

It seems that speed and spirituality are the gifted skills of Largo, and the Duke in general does not have this perverse speed. Although Largo's attack was somewhat tedious, it took a long time to cut a few more wounds and use a bleeding tactic was acceptable.

Thoughtful at night, Largo looked at the wound at night and his eyes were a little straight. He swung everything, leaving only a few shallow cuts on his skin for a thousand nights, a feeling that was much harder than cutting armor.

Although Largo has never been known for his aggression, he is still a duke, and he still has some standard strength. How do you cut into a thousand nights like you're attacking a Grand Duke of Spiderdemons?

But bleeding tactics are also tactics, Largo picking up his mood, double-edged stabbing like a snake for thousands of nights.

At this point, however, he suddenly felt extremely hot around him, and at the same time his body became heavy. The bright light did not turn bright, but his eyes felt like they were being directly exposed to the sun, with a sense of hidden tingling.

It is the role of Dawn Force in the realm of the Thousand Nights, and Dawn Revelation, as long as it exists, is a constant burning of the Dark Race.

Largo couldn't help but slow down a bit. Good thing this time around the thousand nights, he was a little abnormal and couldn't avoid being cut under his ribs by a short blade and cut into his bones.

The blade clashed and only heard a tinkle. The blade blade was actually bounced back by the ribs of the thousand nights. Largo was shocked and opened his eyes to see the wound revealing dark golden, metallic ribs.

“Are you a prince?” He shouted.

Before shocking the past, the thousand nights of East Yue flew like the sky and appeared directly in front of him. Largo was held hostage by the Thousand Nights domain, dodged slightly later, and was also taken by Dongyue. He shouted and backed away, pressing the wound quickly.

The sword was much heavier than Largo's attack and directly cut off his two ribs.

Largo was disturbed by the metal rib at night. Normally, this is a sign that many Dark Races will not emerge until the Grand Duke stage.

The spider demon was able to cultivate bones in the Duke's time, so it was recognized as the number one physical strength. And the demons need the reign stage to completely transform their bodies. Largo is now simply trying to make a preliminary transformation, which is difficult.

The blood family is normally between the spider demon and the demon, and it should also be in the Grand Duke stage to transform the bones and completely improve the strength of the body.

Is Thousand Nights the Prince?

Largo then denied the assumption that if he had been a prince at night, he would have beaten him away. Besides, such a young prince has never heard of it before, so much so that the blood family has another awakening god, and awakens to the people's side, right?

Largo's magic surged, closing the wound directly and plunging into the night again. Such injuries, for the time being, do not affect the fighting.

This time, however, the night was still inescapable and the sword was cut off with one hand. Largo had to avoid knowing that the strength of a thousand nights was perverted before he traded this monster for injuries? He's not that stupid yet.

Just as he poured again into the thousand nights, suddenly the surrounding fields suddenly increased suddenly, and Largo doubled his weight. Under heavy pressure, the thousand nights were like black holes, creating an irresistible gravity that pulled him to his side.

Largo just couldn't cry, Dongyue has cut off his head with the power of the mountain!

Largo shrinks all over his body, recycles his double-edged blades, and defends himself fully. After all, he is an old Duke, strong, double-edged, holding the first sword of a thousand nights.

The sword is heavy, but Largo consciously has to pay for it. The power pattern of this sword is exactly eight directions, and according to common sense, the next few swords should be chopped around. I don't know how a thousand nights full of bones exploded, the mountain force stacked, a sword all fell on Largo's head.

By the time of the seventh sword, Largo had been completely trembling and his mouth and nose bleeding, finally blocking him.

But there is also the eighth sword.

A thousand nights of loud drinking, the momentum suddenly changed, like the ancient empty beast opened its eyes!

In the moment, on the mountain force that climbed to the highest level, the power of God was activated again at night. Two overlaps, plus the hegemonic swordsmanship of the eight sides, the eighth sword moves, Largo is a shout!

His double-edged blade was broken by Dongyue, and when the blade fell again, Largo finally slightly moved away and was not cut into two pieces on the spot. Long wounds, however, cut from shoulder to leg, almost halfway through, which is not a closed wound.

Largo hurriedly threw something, shouted “Here you go” and turned around and fled.

That thing has a familiar aura, and it reaches out and takes over at night. So much hesitation, Largo was a thousand meters away, and it was getting faster and faster, and it was a thousand nights to chase, and it was a little too late.

Suddenly there was a bright high voice on the battlefield: "Lord Largo, don't run! The battlefield is this way! How did you escape? Lord Largo, the Duke of Demons? The troops are over here! ”

The sound propagates extremely far and penetrating, indicating that the shouting is quite remarkable. Largo was distant to hear, immediately angry and angry, the magic almost burst away, and the wound that was barely sealed on his body burst again. His face was all red, his ears were sealed with magic, and he was suddenly distant.

Slow escape is a dead end.

The man shouting in the air is Margaux, the blood Marquis. That cry would destroy Largopin's reputation. The nature of the Marquis of Glory and the Duke is completely different. After all, there are two levels in the middle.

Seeing Largo's reputation go to ruin, Margot felt like he was just throwing up. At the height of his joy, he suddenly heard someone in his ear say, "That's a good call. ”

Margaux momentarily turned around and looked at herself. She stood not far from home at night and looked at herself.

In a hurry, he pointed to Largo in the distance and said, "That's the Duke. He can't get far. Go after him! ”

Thousands of nights did not move.

“Duke…” Margot bitterly.