The white spear drew another bright trajectory in the air, and collided with the black figures waiting to rush in behind the corridor, making a lot of clanging sounds. Xue Linghuan resisted a large number of enemy attacks alone.
As soon as the ice came up, he used his full strength, and the gun shadows that burst out also appeared like wall-like piercing stars beside Duan Qing. Three or two enemies who were knocked away from time to time followed them.
The screams flew to the depths of the dark corridor, and were accompanied by more sword radiance rushing back from the depths of the corridor. Snow Spirit Magic Ice, which kept repeating rapid stabbing movements, finally gritted its teeth and swallowed it.
With his last breath, he sent his last sweeping force to the edge of the battlefield: "Duan Qing!"
"That's all I can take out." What answered her was a bottle of magic potion thrown by the gray-robed magician at an unknown time, and he still raised his hands to maintain the magic shield without looking back.
Back view: "You figure out the rest yourself."
"This is--"
The blue magic energy burst out along the dim and broken ground as the bottle of potion fell to the ground. The power of frost that spread out instantly completely isolated the battlefield as a corridor into two sections.
Feeling the power of this powerful frost, Xue Ling Huan Bing also hurriedly tapped her toes back a few times, carefully avoiding the scope of this biting frost: "Hey! I am a melee combatant!
Before, I was asked to block all the enemies in this direction by myself, but now I am left with nowhere to perform?"
"Then when you called me before, don't call me so pitiful."
There were fine beads of sweat on his face. Duan Qing, who raised his hands, replied in a difficult voice. The streams of light that kept flying past the magic sentry devices in front of him also carried continuous magic light bullets, like pouring.
The bombing hit the edge of the shield position he maintained: "So we said that you are not going to go into battle to kill the enemy. Our goal now is just to hold the enemy back, and then trust Ninglan."
"As long as the battlefield on the other side can be solved, the troubles in front of us will naturally be solved."
As if in response to his secretly turning gaze, the shadow representing the secret language Ninglan then appeared in the sky where magic bullets and golden energy intertwined with each other on the battlefield, a dense and chaotic bombing.
The exploding light and shadow seemed to be unable to have the slightest impact on the illusory arc that was flowing forward at this time. It seemed that even the vaguely visible blue and white clothes were not stained by any smoke or sparks:
"——Agility burst!"
"Silver light jumps!"
The blue and white clothes turned into a dazzling silvery white during another acceleration process. He flew faster than the falling explosion and then shuttled through the flying battlefield. His body turned into a white straight line at the extreme speed.
Ninglan then ducked down and brushed a black arrow flying in front of her. The next moment, the dagger in her hand also passed behind an enemy who was entangled with Gedman: "Dark flash!"
"...It's really amazing." There was a gap in the originally airtight encirclement as the enemy fell down, and the sound of Gedman's rolling and breathing sounds, which hurriedly rushed out of the battle quagmire, also condensed along the code words.
Lan passed through the middle of the white track: "Originally I knew this woman was very strong, but the speed just now..."
"It's not your turn to question her power." The brilliance of the ferocious giant ax then passed by the shield warrior who had just gained a breather, and flew another enemy who wanted to attack him far away.
Department: "This guy was once a god of murder that made every professional player fearful. The chaotic battlefield was her favorite - Hey! How long are you going to lie down?"
"Our responsibilities have been taken away by others. At least we should stop holding them back!"
The loud sound of metal collision echoed in the air of the corridor as Asahi Dongsheng shouted these words, and was accompanied by the sight of him stretching his body with all his strength to knock away another enemy in front of him.
The giant axe warrior, who had been struggling in the encirclement for a long time, then roared as if releasing his emotions, condensing the red light that suddenly rose from his wrist into a more powerful ground-breaking slash. The powerful impact of power brought
The turbulence on the ground then scattered more masonry fragments to all parts of the battlefield. The enemy figures on both sides that were also pushed back to the ground were also clearly reflected in the back of the secret language Ninglan for a moment, and in the light
The body in the air, reflected brightly by the elegant blue and white, turned the last half circle, and struck a vertical slash neatly in the eyes of the archer who still maintained his shooting posture:
"Hello."
"Mr. Ninglan asked Ninglan to come and say hello to you."
The ferocious black bow and the dagger exuding the moonlight crossed in the air for a moment, and the metal sparks aroused also illuminated the smile of the secret language Ninglan for a moment. The maid who was standing in the air clenched the white fingers of the dagger.
Then she quickly retracted it with the force of the counter-shock, and together with her body that turned back and jumped into the air, it appeared among the bows and arrows of the black-clothed archer who raised his arms vigorously: "Good skills, but a pity - huh?"
The next moment, the silhouette of the beautiful maid displayed in the air suddenly disappeared in mid-air. The shocked look flashed past, and the breathless eyes of the black-clothed archer also fell on his left and right with vigilance, and he opened his eyes again.
The bowstring suddenly turned to his side and behind him: "Avoid shooting!"
As if there was a mirage, his figure moved two positions behind him, and the posture of re-stringing the bow also appeared in the code of Ningyu Ninglan with the sudden withdrawal of the archer.
In front of the void that reappeared, the tip of the sword and the tip of the dagger just handed out by the maid player happened to be facing each other: "——hit!"
Snapped.
The taut bow string made a buzzing sound in the archer's loosened fingers, but the arrow shot did not hit the maid player's face as the archer imagined. The black arrow was wrapped in an obscure aura.
Jian was also suddenly shocked when he felt the slight movement of Ciyu Ninglan's wrist, and followed the direction of the dagger and moved it away from the side of the maid player's short flowing hair: "...Huh, it's really dangerous, this gentleman.
"
"——I remember you are called Dark Language Ninglan, right?"
Deng Deng took a few steps back again, and the black-clothed archer said these words in a low voice. The face that looked a little surprised because the other party allowed him to distance himself again was later replaced by anger after being slighted.
It was vaguely accompanied by the action of gritting his teeth and appeared between his inverted eyebrows: "You can actually deflect my arrow at the moment of taking action... You are really courageous."
"Ninglan doesn't have such courage. At least after meeting Mr. again, her courage is much less than before."
Resuming the obedient posture of folding her hands, with a smile on her face, Ninglan then bowed forward slightly and saluted: "It's just that Ninglan still has some confidence in her ability to control the dagger. It was just out of desperation just now."
It's just improvisation, and - being able to detect Ninglan's existence at that moment just now, your dynamic vision seems to be not bad at all."
"It seems that the gentleman you are talking about is leaving soon."
The chaotic battlefield surrounding the two people quietly evacuated for a moment. The changing battlefield scene in the distance also fell into the eyes of the black-clothed archer at this moment. He noticed that the golden light suddenly disappeared and was always protected behind him.
Several figures retreated together, and then he suppressed his desire to immediately raise his hand to place his bow and arrow, and instead showed a forced smile after suppressing his anger: "They seem to be leaving you behind."
Come and face me alone."
"It doesn't matter, this is Ninglan's mission." Still standing peacefully in the center of the encirclement that was gradually turning back, Ninglan's smile revealed in the darkness had not changed much: "Entrusted by sir, I came here to take care of you."
'Everyone, even if Ninglan is caught in this situation, this trust will definitely be fulfilled by Ninglan."
"...not ashamed to speak loudly."
With a little more strength on his newly tempered fingers, the black-clothed archer opened his ferocious bow again: "Do you think you really have the same ability as that dragon? If she hadn't had the means to transfer it out of thin air.
, she might have already become a dead soul under my arrow by now."
"Of course Ninglan doesn't have the skills like Miss Fula, but that's just that Ninglan's expertise is different from the other party." Standing up straight again, Ninglan tilted her head to her side as if to signal: "If
If I use it to deal with you, Ninglan believes that nothing unexpected will happen."
"Arrogant!"
The loosened bow and arrow passed through the entire corridor again like black lightning. The arrow arrived at the opposite side in an instant, but it had lost its direction earlier. The black-clothed bow and arrow did not feel the slightest surprise.
The hand then strung the bow again, and the arrow swung back and forth amidst the constant stamping sounds between the corridor floor and the pillars: "You think you can break through my bow with speed? Let me show you what it means to be a dragon-hunting archer.
!”
"Cluster arrows!"
The arrows on the bowstring suddenly split into countless fine and small arrowheads as he shouted, and then turned into a brilliant stream of light like rain and suddenly enveloped the front of the corridor. The arrows were originally covered by these arrows.
The rain-shrouded Dark Whisper Ninglan's continuous skidding movements also left the place with another faster tremor, as if it had completely disappeared from the stream of arrow rain. The harsh sound of arrows falling to the ground followed.
It was splashed on the ground near the back of the corridor area, accompanied by the faint screams of countless affected Magic Empire soldiers. The black-clothed archers who did not care about accidentally injuring one of their own people also followed.
He made his bow stronger, and the arrows he prepared again fell towards the back of a certain pillar deep in the corridor with his sharp sight: "Come out, I know you are hiding there.
"
"After all, it is a completely airtight arrow rain, and Ninglan will not rashly choose to break through." In the scene where the harsh sounds of sword clashes continued to echo, the voice belonging to the code word Ninglan also sounded distantly in the corridor.
Behind the pillar: "But with such a huge range of high-density attacks, you will definitely not be able to sustain it forever, right?"
"Of course, but it's enough to deal with you." The black-clothed archer, who remained motionless in his bow-shooting posture, frozen in place like a stone sculpture, spoke again as if squeezed out of his throat: "Here is
Tower of Tyran, my void arrows are unlimited. As long as consumption is not considered, no matter how fast you are, you will not be able to break through the blockade of my arrow rain!"
"Oh, really?" Ninglan's voice echoing behind the pillars still seemed to have a playful smile: "But Ninglan looks at the arrow you used this time, both in shape and color, it is the same as the one just now.
An arrow is different."
"-Huh, maybe." His eyes fixed on that side fluctuated for a moment, and the face of the black-clothed archer then returned to his ancient look as he snorted: "Maybe.
I changed my arrows to ones that can kill with one hit, so I just wait for you to rush out again."
"What are the possibilities?"
The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and the voice echoing in the dim space became much deeper. His eyes, as if waiting for a rabbit, then became brighter and brighter in the increasingly peaceful atmosphere, and finally accompanied by the pillars in front of him
A flash of blue-white clothes suddenly appeared and suddenly widened: "Tracking arrow!"
“The technique that shatters science—it’s such a fascinating shot.”
The black stream of light that escaped his hands made strange arcs in the air, and finally appeared with heartbreaking words that penetrated the back of Ninglan Ninglan who flashed out from behind the corridor pillars in an instant, just like the figure walking in the air.
The figure of the maid then showed her gentle and miserable smile as she turned around, and then gradually disappeared into the air with her broken body fragments: "What a pity."
"Murder Doll."
As if it was close to the limit, the maid player read the last few words close to the archer's ear. The slender and beautiful figure then returned to her usual gentleness and politeness the moment she waved the dagger.
Little by little, it gradually became clear behind the other party: "You chose the wrong target from the beginning. It was just the phantom left by Ninglan."
"...You, you are..."
The pierced back of the heart gradually soaked with the blood flowing out of the chest and back. As if he had lost all his strength, the black-clothed archer finally slowly knelt down on the ground: "You are... when...
…”
"To break through your sharp eyes, you don't necessarily need extreme speed." Ninglan put away her dagger, turned her back to him and replied with a smile: "Sometimes blinding is more effective, such as
He said he would leave an afterimage doll and then hang it outside the corridor and sneak over quietly."
"...Damn it." His suddenly widened eyes were filled with unconcealable unwillingness and loss, and the words the archer in black tried his best to speak became increasingly low-pitched: "I...must...
I will take revenge, please remember...my name is——"
"Mr. Xianyu, Ninglan knows."
The voice didn't finish speaking, but the maid player said what the other party wanted to say instead. The body that flashed again then disappeared like the invisible wind of the void in the eyes of other people who were gradually approaching and besieging them: "
In order to help Mr. Ning Lan, she has made a lot of secret investigations and preparations. But if possible-"
"I still hope that you won't cause trouble to sir anymore."
This chapter has been completed!