The vision dimmed, but then came the grand light. Dawn did not dare to neglect at all. The ancient sword was summoned in the palm of his hand again. He hurriedly swept it, and the soul force was briefly strengthened by the previous tearing of space and the tearing of space.
Consumption and pause, dawn's eyes are caught in the rush
The strong light stimulated me and I almost closed my eyes, but the soft and rustling sound in my ears made me stand up, guarded by the Holy Light! The Holy Light Slash only completed the first stage of charging, and then hurriedly dispersed, and it suddenly burst in front of my face.
A rough worm greeted him heavily, and his body was violently pushed back a few steps.
The tonpo reopened, and Liming saw that the light in front of him was actually made up of handfuls hanging on the wall and displayed along the outer edge of the arc-shaped wall, instead of the fire beams in the tunnel. Liming noticed that it looked like a four-way
Just like the transfer station of Baluo, the dark grottoes are opened from around the curved wall, arranged in a circle, and the depths of each cave are faintly penetrated by wisps of fire. They seem to be the entrances to other branch roads. No, maybe,
Will be the exit, Dawn Tongpo Expansion
It was so big that several more worms and spiders were already rushing towards me. They peeled off the wall, shook their bodies to shake off the dark dust that was the same color as the wall, and then began to attack the only intruder.
Liming jumped up without hesitation, stood up against a worm that was rushing towards his original position, stepped on the opponent's rough but wide head, and then took off again with the help of strength, rushing towards one of the caves along the curved wall.
"Creak, creak, creak!" Li Ming quickly passed over the wall, but before moving to the expected cave, the originally relatively flat wall under his feet sent a repulsive force. The soles of his feet were cold, and Li Ming rarely freed his hand, and Holy Light Slash once charged up.
Patting the other person's body that was eager to shake out, at the same time, Li Ming also
Sliding from mid-air to the ground, Tongpo gives the view behind Li Ming, like rice piled in the corner of the wall. The back half of the mahjong is piled up, and it is still struggling to chase Li Ming. That kind of numbing impression only exists in Li Ming.
The person in the virtual scene actually appeared behind him so realistically.
"Damn it! If it weren't for being good at clearing roads, I would have come here a long time ago! But I did earn an ancient weapon!" The grinning gray-robed mercenary walked away with his head held high and an unknown huge weapon on his shoulders.
When he reached the dazzling world at the end of the tunnel, "Plop!" the wall suddenly burst out, and several cold rays of light had already pierced his eyes. The gray-robed mercenary turned his hands and took them off.
The huge weapon on the shoulder then slashed hard, crushing the surging wind with irresistible force, "Dang!" There was something wrong with the power transmitted to the palm, but the gray-robed mercenary had already seen strong winds and waves.
A veteran mercenary, his beard-like muscles bulged out on his arms, and a touch of blood appeared on his face, which was a sign of rapid blood flow.
"Breaking!" "Bang!" Cui Wei's huge power was perfectly released with the giant weapon. The gray-robed mercenary hurriedly swept away the unknown creature that he had turned into dust, and then continued to move toward
As he walked towards the end, his expression became slightly heavier.
"Dong Dong!" Li Ming's eyes blurred. Something seemed to be crashing out of the cave. Behind him was a group of boiling monsters. What could be more disgusting than this thing? Tong Po! Only a three-meter warning distance was left behind.
The soul power turned into a power extending forward. Liming saw the true face of the shadow that was rushing towards him. It was an iron lump like a puppet. However, Liming was verifying that the other party was "reincarnated" again.
"Miraculously, flesh and blood grew on the cold body, and his old appearance quickly reappeared, and the weapons he held became increasingly clear. They were a pair of steel rulers. The other party smiled at him, and then without hesitation put the steel rulers
Cut off his own head, Holy Light Slash! Dawn could barely block the opponent's heavy blow, but the crisis of the beasts boiling behind him was like a burning fire on his back, making Dawn anxious. He really didn't take the Dawn Knight template seriously.
thing?
Dawn gritted her teeth, and the light danced wildly! The fiery elf flapped its golden wings and flew between the two of them. The surging holy light was like a roaring whale mirage, hysterically rushing towards each other. Dawn did not notice because the elf was willing to force himself in the ice.
Moisturizing makes it purely comparable to angel level
Other Holy Light powers have been further transformed. If the original Holy Light power of Dawn was pure and ultimate purification, and was unbreakable, then after being nourished by the elves' will power, the monotonous Holy Light power was finally derived.
It has a kind of softness and brightness that naturally moisturizes all things.
The Sword of Judgment launched by the main god using a huge light barrier combined with a large number of high-level priests is because the two forms of holy light are supplemented to restore the most original form of holy light that is closest to the main god of light himself. In this way, Dawn can
It combines the two forms of holy light
Theoretically, it is impossible to exist, because even if the Holy Light belongs to the same origin, after all, the Discipline Knight and the White-robed Palace Envoy are different. The branch of the priesthood will naturally lead to the differentiation of power, but Dawn is such a special existence, and the template of Dawn is not the Holy Light.
Knight, but Knight of Dawn.
The turbulent and brilliant power of Holy Light rushes from the body. In the heart of Dawn, where the elves' willpower once revealed their figure, the soft and nourishing Holy Light merges from the core into the Holy Light flow formed by the source of Holy Light in Dawn's body.
, swelling and expanding, the golden brilliance is like buds waiting to bloom. As long as the spring breeze is a little warmer, then the spring blossoms will be full of spring fragrance! Spring is the hottest season, different from the scorching heat of summer, it needs a little
Spring thunder comes to light up. The unwillingness to be on the verge of despair, the fear of dying, the more crazy the tenacity becomes more and more collapsed, all the exciting emotions are the catalysts for the two forces that have been separated from each other to move towards regular unity again. This time, the light elf
The holiness carried is a little thicker than before, the light wrapped in it is a little more agile, and the power of the blanket has put away the recklessness of the past and has more divine arrogance, from the beginning.
However, the transformation of power will inevitably sublimate its foundation pillar, so the light and flurry of light knocked away the momentum for more than hundreds of meters. The steel blade was a steel body forged by the elite ironsmith of the dwarf race, lingering in the air.
The light elves chanting golden light embraced the opponent, wearing down and melting the steel that had been corroded over the years but was still intact.
When Li Ming came back to his senses again, the opponent had fallen softly to the ground. The steel blade stood on the half-melted steel body that turned dark red with high temperature. The bright red cavity turned golden red under the blessing of high temperature, and it seemed real against the background of the remaining shell.
His life was tragically split into two halves, and the beasts behind him turned into dust, as if they were what they should be...
"You, don't!" The timid mercenary finally retreated and gave way to the only narrow entrance of the tunnel's stone door. This was unprecedented. While other mercenaries were rushing to break through the battle formation formed by the steel body and move deeper into the ground
While going down to explore, they suddenly got into a large team by luck and tried to survive the first round of the mercenary competition. They were just the mainstay among C-level mercenaries. Facing B-level and A-level mercenaries, they stood in the official combat power of the mercenary country.
tower
The powerful beings on the steps were too humble. They struggled at the entrance and did not dare to go deep. Those steel bodies had killed more than thirty mercenary teams like them. Death in battle was a common occurrence in the mercenary country.
This is the reason why although the Mercenary Competition does not explicitly limit the number of participants, mercenaries have reservations when participating. Not all mercenary groups participate in this cruel baptism with the consciousness of either death or victory.
Because of their hesitation, they did not follow up with the large team, which led to them finally getting stuck here. The first floor is where the stone lions are. Experienced mercenaries passed down word of mouth that the stone lion is the only identification of the Merit Tower.
It is difficult to leave any other traces in this tunnel, especially during the mercenary competition. The weapons sleeping in the Merit Tower will not suddenly attack the entrants on a large scale, but accordingly, the environment inside the Merit Tower will be even more complicated.
Several
It’s strange. This is why the mercenary competition stipulates that all mercenary groups that come out within three days will be qualified to successfully pass the first round of trials. Many mercenary groups have tried to use the constantly changing environment of the Merit Tower to "hide"
"But many of them have "hidden in the Merit Tower all their lives." After countless years of consideration, the Merit Tower is like a living monster, eating up batch after batch of mercenaries, and the tunnel will always be like that.
It's empty and depressing.
"Hmph! I guess you guys know each other." The elegant young man slowly walked towards the suddenly appeared cave, holding a wordless book in his hand with a scornful look.
"Gala, gala!" The cowardly mercenary looked at his comrade who fell to the ground and finally couldn't help but clenched his fists, his finger bones curled together tightly, and a crackling sound like popping beans came from the palm of his hand. The reporter, that young man
It is the existence of a special force in the mercenary competition. High-level mercenaries like him will not participate in any competition for supplies.
They will not actively interfere in the mercenary war. They will record some important mercenary members. The mercenary representatives sent by some high-level mercenary groups are the real emerging forces, so they will never watch their own seedlings.
This mercenary competition does not have much meaning, so the registerer was born.
The high-level mercenaries who represent the dead mercenaries will be recorded by them. After the mercenary competition is over, the reporter will disclose the information to those high-level mercenary groups who are willing to pay. As for what will happen next, the reporter will naturally not know.
Will care, so this is why high-level mercenary representatives were besieged before, but very few actually died.
Even if those other mercenary members were unwilling to beat up the high-level mercenary representatives, the damage they caused to the high-level mercenary representatives was just a beating. The reporter could not control this matter.
Only those who caused death will be recorded, so it can be predicted that the scene that happened before is not surprising.
The cowardly mercenary picked up his unconscious comrade and tried to raise his head. He saw a figure similar to his own passing by him. Leaving was not an escape, but a kind of rest when he could no longer move forward. There was no point in spending any more time here.
It's just overdrafting the potential and vitality of one's partners. If you leave, leave the Tower of Merit, and withdraw, then
How can I stand up with them again? The people passing by in a hurry should be in a hurry to heal their companions, right? This was the case when I was a mercenary. Even if I was cowardly and selfish, I still wanted to be there.
Enjoy it, fight again with your companions, bicker together, it's not a deserter, definitely not...(To be continued)