Anderson moved the skill shadow coffin, and instantly activated the shadow wrapped the entire arena, even covering Fang Xingjian's body. (?

The activated shadow seems to be no longer a simple shadow, but a strange energy. Even the light released by Fang Xingjian cannot drive away these shadows.

Moreover, because the entire ring is wrapped, the shadow package is almost impossible to dodge.

The shadow coffin not only has the special effect of weakening the material structure, but also the life wrapped in it will be separated from the five senses, just like a dead person sleeping in the coffin.

This is a secret that only Anderson knows at the moment.

Just after he used the shadow coffin to wrap up Fang Xingjian, Anderson shot out of the shadow, and a black piece in his hand stabbed directly at Fang Xingjian.

The sheet in his hand was very strange. It looked like a large shadow surrounding his palm, but the shadow formed the blade, wandering in the air, and was pierced by Anderson on the Fangxing Sword.

The skill that traps the enemy is still a shadow coffin, and the skill that kills the enemy is called the Dagger of Death.

This is the ultimate skill of Shadow Death, which sends the opponent into the coffin created by Shadow, and then uses the Death Dagger to take away the opponent's life.

In the legend of the Miracle World, the God of Death sleeps in a coffin made of shadows, and each time he wakes up, he uses a dagger to seize his life.

And Anderson's Shadow Death profession also seems to have inherited this legend.

The shadow coffin weakens the opponent and cuts off the five senses.

The Dagger of Death is even more of a shadow, without thickness, without substance, but without anything incisive.

If the two are added together, they will almost die.

From the time Anderson activated the shadow coffin to the time when he used the Death Dagger to stab the Fangxing Sword, his expression was solemn and his movements were solemn, as if he was not killing people, but holding a mysterious sacrifice.

Every move and every step he took contained a mysterious aura, as if he wanted to send the Fangxing Sword into eternal darkness and sacrifice it to the God of Death in the mythology and legend.

A crisp sound came, and the Death Dagger gently stabbed the shadow coffin, and then went deeper without any obstacles, piercing the entire shadow coffin.

It looks like it's a magic show, crashing a living person into a box and cutting it open.

After one hit, the entire shadow coffin turned into debris and floated between the sky and the earth. The activated shadow on the ground also began to retreat and leave at this moment.

Obviously Anderson could not stick to the shadow of activation that violated common sense for a long time.

But just after the shadow fragments in the sky, there was nothing and there was no body of Fang Xingjian at all.

Anderson's heart thumped, and the next moment he felt a huge force coming from his lower back. The violent power was accepted by him without any defense. He directly rushed to his waist and spread to every corner of his body. It turned into a severe pain and kicked him away.

With a light bang, Anderson noticed that he was too close to the edge of the ring. Although he was kicked a few meters away, he twisted his waist and turned around and found a way to fall to the ground and stop his body with force.

But when it landed, he still fell off the field.

Anderson raised his head suddenly and looked at Fang Xingjian, who slowly retracted one foot. He shouted: "Is it light? Are you using light not only to suppress my shadow, or to force me to use a trick, but also to convert light, interfering with my vision and creating a mirage?"

Fang Xingjian withdrew his long sword and walked slowly down the arena.

Anderson shouted suddenly, "Is it the hell? Answer me!"

Fang Xingjian did not stop, but said lightly: "You rely too much on your own eyes."

When Anderson heard this, he suddenly touched his eyes. Indeed, as a knight who needed to control the shadow and assassinate the enemy from the shadow, he cared too much about the changes in light and shadow, and too much believed the information his eyes told him.

Anderson looked at Fang Xingjian's back as he left, but did not say anything harshly, and turned around and left.

On the audience stage, Ferdinand waved his hand fiercely. With this star sword, he could become the state champion by defeating Holt. With the ranking bets in the first few levels, he could get at least 2ooo gold.

Adri, the leader of the Tracia family, looked at the victorious Fang Xingjian and said coldly: "Although he seems to be pretending to be generous, he seems to be trying to defeat Anderson from all directions, and even give the other party a good combat environment.

But in the end, it is still to use light and not give the other party a chance to wield all their strength.

This is because he still wants to save energy and physical strength against Holt. Hum, it seems that he is not very sure of defeating Holt, so he needs to save every point of strength and enhance his chances of victory..."

Xiu Yi, who was standing beside him, asked: "Sir, who do you think Fang Xingjian or Holt will win?"

"The sword that Fang Xingjian defeated Meng Hao before was very powerful. Holt's Galaxy Storm would be very powerful if it was paired with a level 29 magic weapon. Let's see who they make mistakes first, and be seriously injured first." Speaking of this, he laughed: "If Fang Xingjian is seriously injured, it will be very beneficial to my next action.

On the contrary, if he seriously injured Holt or even killed Holt, it would be even better if he had formed a feud with the Ten Thousand Star Palace of the Ancestor of Stars."

On that side, Wei Leng and Holt have already started playing.

The assistant examiner asked if they needed to clean up the ring and renovate the ring, and both shook their heads.

Looking at Wei Leng in front of him, Holt shook his head, and silver lights rushed straight into the sky, and the galaxy storm rages towards the entire arena, as if they were nebula in the universe, surrounding Wei Leng.

Holt did not take Wei Leng in his heart at all. Compared with those knights who were still competing for fists and moves, his Galaxy Storm was already like a second-turn knight, a competition of pure mortal power.

Although Wei Leng has entered the sensation of heaven and man, he cannot change his foundation in the past few decades. Even if he has entered the sensation of heaven and man, it will still take several years or even more than ten years of hard work to catch up with him.

The opponent now has a great advantage in the competition of moves. With the insight of the celestial sense, he can innovate his illusion swordsmanship and greatly increase his effect.

But in the face of absolute power, these are meaningless.

Holt slowly pinched a fist with his right hand, and countless galaxies condensed and changed, turning into a fist that was half a ring-sized.

"One move, Wei Leng, if you can take my move, you will win."

While speaking, Holt spread his palms flat and pressed down from the air.
Chapter completed!