Under the setting sun, somewhere in the snow, a dark and choking smoke filled the surrounding area.

Ada somersaulted over, rolling continuously in the air, and finally landed on the ground.

"Hey, did you see the explosion just now? People on both sides were blown apart!"

"Not to mention there is such smoke!" Looking at the thick black fog filling the sky, she dissatisfiedly raised the exquisite scimitar engraved with beautiful patterns and shouted behind her:

"Can you please stop being so annoying and let's go back to our respective homes?"

A figure flashed suddenly, causing smoke around it.

A vampire from the extreme realm, Simon Corleone emerged from the air, with a chill on his face.

"Okay," he said deeply, "but before that, one of us must fall first."

The seemingly young vampire disappeared instantly!

Ada stamped her foot in frustration and slashed out the scimitar like flowing water.

Blade and claw collide.

"Ding! Cang! Ding! Cang! Dang!"

Within one second, five sparks flashed in the air!

"Don't you understand human language!" Ada said angrily: "Isn't it just a somersault on your head!"

The secret guard spun out gracefully, as if he was performing a graceful dance, dodging the vampire's attack.

But the wind was howling, and the Vampires used their absolute speed advantage to catch up with Ada's fantastic movement skills.

"Somersaulted?"

"You have just insulted the dignity of a vampire marquis." Simon's face, full of murderous intent, appeared in front of Ada: "Please use your blood to wash away this shame."

Ada sighed.

"It turns out that he is another paranoid who talks a lot of nonsense for the sake of honor and dignity." She pinched her neck, moved her joints, and said helplessly: "Well, based on my experience, I have to kill you.

We need to kill him first before we can leave."

Simon's eyes radiated with anger: "Ah, it seems it is difficult for you to understand this kind of persistence, woman."

"There is no dignity of the strong, no pride of the strong, no matter the persistence of the strong - how did you become an extreme person?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Ada breathed out under her cloak, threw the scimitar into the sky, and caught it with her other hand without any care:

"Show your 'true form', you little brat who lives on blood."

Ada chuckled.

Simon's expression changed and he ignored the "little brat" the other party called him.

"You actually know the vampire's 'true type'?"

The seemingly young vampire count said coldly: "It seems that you have encountered extreme vampires before."

"Humph, that's not accurate," Ada raised the delicate scimitar and curled her lips confidently:

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"I will kill the vampires who have passed through the extreme realm."

Simon's pupils shrank.

Ada whistled and continued laughing:

"It's still in its 'true form' state."

"two."

The words just fell.

Simon roared angrily, and his claws instantly erupted into countless afterimages, blocking every direction of Ada!

"die!"

In the fight that could not be seen with the naked eye, there was a loud crash of metal and claws colliding!

Then it gathered into a loud noise.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dazzling light flash.

Ada groaned, and Simon roared in pain.

The two figures separated in the air and fell to the ground.

"It's actually a blade that has been blessed by the Sunset Goddess." Simon's face turned cold as he looked at his own claws, which were "hissing" and emitting white smoke.

It's like burning.

He clenched his fists, and all the blood in his body gathered in his hands. The old skin fell off and new flesh regenerated, quickly repairing the injury.

Simon then raised his head and looked across.

There, the cloak covering Ada's head and face had fallen off from the middle.

Reveal her full face.

Simon was shocked when he saw her appearance clearly!

He was slightly startled at first, then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I just said, how can a short-lived species have such a master?"

"It turns out you are not human at all."

The young vampire looked at Ada.

Look at her tight face, smooth contours, silver pupils, almost bright white hair, and a pair of slightly swaying pointed ears.

Ada looked back at him coldly.

Simon's hands reshaped into claws as sharp as divine weapons.

"You are neither a short-lived nor a long-lived species."

He showed a ferocious smile, but he was very afraid in his heart:

"You are the Eternal One."

"Elves."

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In the smoky jungle, a voice called to him.

That's his teacher.

"Be careful, Waiya...be careful."

"Your ending power is not a classic power that has been tested by predecessors in the long river of time - it is a product of modern times, and it has not even been around for a hundred years."

"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of the End has a new enemy."

"The inheritors realize that in order to fight against this enemy, we must innovate our strength, innovate our swordsmanship originating from the North, carry forward the inheritance of knights, tolerate and absorb the fighting skills of Nie Da, Red Earth, and the Far East, and finally achieve great success in

The power to end the battle."

"Thus, over the past hundred years, with the unremitting research of generations of inheritors, new types of ending power have emerged."

"The power you possess is the product of this innovation..."

"Compared with the melting of glaciers, the sword-washing sword, the glory of the stars, and the Pegasus movement, these famous ending powers that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is far from perfect - it is not fully known what it will bring to the owner.

"

"But just as Yu Nieruo, the 'Saint of the Sword' in the Far East, said four hundred years ago: Even if there are ten thousand changes, it cannot be separated from the origin of the sword..."

"The same goes for your strength."

Wyatt Cassel opened his eyes suddenly!

He instinctively pulled himself up from the snow.

With his forehead bleeding, he looked at the smoke in the sky and the unclear trees, and shook his dizzy head vigorously.

Not far from him, a figure climbed up on the snow and rushed toward him quickly!

Huaiya subconsciously touched the single-sided straight-edged sword at his side, turned around and struck out with a sword, forcefully blocking a sharp claw!

"Cang!" The swords and claws met, and sparks flew everywhere.

Under the huge impact, Huaiya gritted his teeth and took several steps back, trying his best to hold his balance.

"As a short-lived species, you are very strong."

The male vampire with damaged armor across from him grinned, and his left hand began to transform into a sharp claw: "But we are not the coward vampires from the Western Continent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from sight.

Huaiya's pupils shrank, recalling Putilai's reminder, and resisted the urge to dodge, anticipating the opponent's next attack.
To be continued...