[Latest report] Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary, the day with the most benefits. In addition to gift bags and school bags, this time’s “515 Red Envelope Explosion” must be watched. There is no reason not to grab the red envelopes. Set the alarm clock~
A black figure gradually appeared, but he was still dressed in black.
The man was wearing a black scholar's uniform - white lining, black outside, a black cloth belt tied around his waist, and an ancient folding fan pinned next to it. He wore a silk scarf on his head, tying up his long black hair, and paired with his gentle, jade-like face, he looked like an ancient scribe.
There is a sword tied to his left waist. It has an ordinary black scabbard and an ordinary white hilt. It only has a simple and elegant shape, simple patterns, and a sword tassel tied with a red rope. It is something in the shape of a jade pendant, which together illustrates the extraordinary nature of this sword.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
After seeing this person, Duan Qing smacked his lips and shook his head. He simply sat down on the dark ground, then put one hand on his knees and the other on his chin, and began to talk to himself.
"Let me think..."
"You are planning to play the illusion to the end, right?" He said in a nonchalant manner, as if he was asking the person a question, and the person opposite seemed to ignore him: "So you... did it Such a place.”
"Hey, this place is too dark. Doesn't the producer have the money to make a background..." He glanced around: "At least put some furniture or make a stage, um... ...It should be at the top of the tower now. You can take off the roof and build a place similar to the Emerald Summit...Ha, after playing for so many years, it seems that I can also be a planner or something. ..."
The man stretched out his right hand, stretched it forward, palm upward, hooked his fingers, and made a provocative gesture.
Duan Qing also ignored it.
"But to be honest, you are still very similar..." Duan Qing smiled and looked at the other person: "It's quite... my style back then."
The man still didn't speak. He touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and then drew the sword.
"But..." Duan Qing continued to rub his chin and looked around: "Since you can do me so well, why can't you do the scenes around me..."
"Well, I can understand... is there some other reason? Because of character attributes? Hidden attributes? Or is it pure luck? Hey, if you have something to say, I haven't figured it out yet... ..”
Seeing the man slowly starting to walk towards him, Duan Qing waved his hands: "Maybe it's because I touched something that I shouldn't have touched before? But there was nothing unusual about the others along the way, although they seemed Not here either…”
There were ripples in the air like water waves, and the figure of the scribe who was holding the sword suddenly disappeared from the spot. The ground where he was originally standing, caused by the violent force of the stampede, was generating ripples from the ground and air there, and then spreading.
"Hey, a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything..."
The man suddenly appeared in front of Duan Qing, but he still maintained his previous posture of holding the sword and moving forward, as if the space between them had been instantly erased. The scholar stopped and then held out the sword in his hand.
As if in response to the opponent's thunderous attack, a whistling sound came from the distant darkness, piercing the space around the two people, and then echoed in the night sky further away.
The next moment, the whistle in the air turned into a thin whisper, echoing in Duan Qing's ears.
Duan Qing thrust upward with force, deflected the lightning-fast sword, and then rolled backwards, shaking away the bright red blood, and left the opponent's attack range.
"This is Xunying's footwork... I have to say, I was still scared..."
The sword still cut through his chest. Although the bloody upper body looked terrifying, it didn't look fatal.
"None of Mengzhu and the others showed up, which means... they encountered the same situation as me, ahem..." He slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position and covered his head. Touching the scar on his chest, blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping to the ground: "I'm curious...did they also encounter an illusion?"
"Do they...have the same past as me?"
The man still didn't speak, as if those murmurs before had nothing to do with him. So Duan Qing struggled and held the sword in front of him, as if he wanted to challenge.
"Huh...huh..." He breathed heavily, and there seemed to be blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth: "No, but, to be able to see you in this situation... ." He looked at the other person and grinned: "I'm really happy..."
"The Sky-Breaking Blade."
Just like the sword light driving the figure, with a sword roar, the scholar in black attacked him again at an extremely fast speed.
Although he quickly used his parrying posture, the huge force still hit Duan Qing's dagger, and the weapon and his arm were swung aside. He staggered back, and then stumbled to the ground. Perhaps it was because the force of the counter-shock was too strong. This time, Duan Qing's whole body seemed to be covered in blood. He struggled back and forth on the bright red dark ground for a while, and then lay down on the spot and stopped moving, as if he would never move again. stand up.
The scholar holding the sword maintained the posture of raising the sword and did not move for a long time.
"Hey, I can't fool you..." Duan Qing, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead for a long time, stood up with a "huh" and patted the non-existent dust on his body like a normal person: "Could it be that this Is the illusion related to me? As long as I don’t die, it will not disappear?”
The scholar in black didn't answer.
"Forget it." Duan Qing raised his hands: "When I was young, I wasn't as reticent as you...so let me do it myself."
The scholar took a step and continued to move forward.
"From entering the Emerald Forest to climbing to the top of the Emerald Tower, we have seen a lot of things." Duan Qing still ignored the phantom that always wanted to kill him and continued to talk to himself: "But There is reality and illusion here. Although you have strong power and have accumulated it for so many years, it should still be quite difficult to make the fake one real and make thousands of players and NPCs unrecognizable. , I can even boldly say...it can't be done."
"Because you are not a living thing and have no thoughts. If you want to get the truth, you must use the truth."
Duan Qing shook his head: "It's really sad."
The scribe in black disappeared again.
"Please, I've already used this trick of fighting my own phantom. I haven't fought it ten times before but eight times..."
In the sound of metal collision, the hilts of the swords of both sides collided. Duan Qing looked at the familiar face close at hand, used his hands hard, pushed the sword to push the opponent away, and then chopped it off with one sword.
The opponent also slashed with his sword.
"In other words, you can no longer find a stronger opponent than me..."
Duan Qing swung his sword horizontally, intending to shake the opponent's sword away. The other party made the same move as him, the two of them collided with each other, and then their figures suddenly separated. Due to the difference in strength, Duan Qing retreated further than his opponent.
"Tsk, you are cheating..." Duan Qing yelled: "What's the point of using my full-level account to hit me with a ten-level account? Although I don't know, this character's attributes, converted into What are the attributes in the free world..."
The scholar still didn't answer, and slowly came closer as usual.
"It seems that you have to rely on your true skills." Duan Qing snorted, and then rushed forward suddenly. The moment the scholar raised his sword to block it, he suddenly retracted his sword, lowered his body and took a wrong step, turning to the side of the opponent.
Then, the opponent also took a few side steps and turned to his previous direction. The two changed their positions like they were dancing, and then faced each other again.
"Damn it, I have to say, you learned quite a bit..." Duan Qing jumped a little, then shook the sword in his hand: "But this way, you will be more obvious. .....”
"The waltz system has been improved a lot in recent years, especially the evolution of detailed movements and steps...I haven't practiced it anyway, and it turns out you are the same."
Duan Qing rushed forward again: "I won't keep pace with the times..."
"Starburst air current slash!"
Although the name of the move is very loud, the sword is just an ordinary sword. The opponent didn't seem to be frightened by Duan Qing in the slightest, and easily pushed the sword away. The huge force once again caused Duan Qing's arm to swing to the side involuntarily, revealing a big flaw.
The scholar struck his chest with a sword, and Duan Qing leaned back. Although he escaped the fatal attack, due to lack of physical strength, he sat down directly on the ground.
With a swish sound, the scholar placed the tip of his sword across Duan Qing's neck.
"Hey, there's really nothing to say about pure attribute suppression. If I wait for a few more skills and more physical strength..."
As if he didn't intend to continue to resist, Duan Qing just sat on the ground with his hands behind his back, looking up at the enemy in front of him.
In the empty space, the black sky as the background seemed to be constantly flashing, and a rumbling sound came from the distance, like a sweeping storm, or like an impending landslide.
The sound finally got closer, and then turned into a low whisper again: "Leave...death..."
"Hey, what does this mean? Do you want me to choose?" Duan Qing said to himself: "What will happen if I don't choose..."
A black light shone in the eyes of the scholar in black, and the strength in his hand gradually increased, but the last sword failed to strike.
"Why don't you start? Either you are stalling for time, or... you really can't kill me." Duan Qing simply raised his head to the sky: "Well, you want me to die or leave... ....But you can't do it, that is, if my will makes a choice, these two options will become true..."
He returned his gaze to the scholar: "Is that so?"
The scholar's face remained expressionless, and the black light in his eyes grew stronger.
"You're really incompetent." Duan Qing sneered and looked at the scholar's hem: "I guess you still have a lot of things that you can't learn... You may not be able to learn things like emotions even if it takes tens of thousands of years. I understand, so..."
"My strongest move, you definitely can't do it either."
It seemed that he was finally impatient, and the cold murderous aura slowly escaped from the scholar's body. A huge momentum rushed towards the face, and the world covered by night seemed to sense the oppressive force of the black shadow, and began to make a loud noise that shook the sky.
"The illusion is starting to become unstable." Looking around from the corner of his eye, Duan Qing said calmly: "Are you putting pressure on me...Okay, I choose... ."
"Star Explosion Abandoned Healing Slash!"
He rushed to the right, raised his right hand behind his back suddenly, and drew the dagger in his hand towards the opponent.
The scholar in black did not react, because the sword passed in front of the scholar in black without touching him at all. But Duan Qing stood up and rolled to the side, then stood up from the ground. The scholar in black still didn't move.
Duan Qing covered his neck that was scratched when he stood up, but whistled and threw a stone in his hand. That was the sword spike that was hanging on the ancient long sword - with the previous sword, he cut off the rope on the sword spike and then grabbed it in his hand.
"Your image is my appearance in the game "Knights of the Wu Dynasty", and even the moves are similar... But if I remember correctly, this 'Edge' has been with me for most of my life. , there is no sword spike."
He grabbed the green stone on top of the sword spike with one hand, and then held it in front of his eyes: "Well..."
"This shouldn't be your true face."
"Although I don't know what you want to do in these thousands of years, I think... this place, this entire forest, is your masterpiece."
The stone flickered and began to emit a strange green light.
"Well, I know that you should have great power. If I take you as my own now, maybe I can rise to the top in this world..."
"Oh, maybe not." Duan Qing shook his head and said, "These true and false things may be just natural evolution."
He looked back and saw that the scholar's figure was still there quietly and motionless. The dark world became more turbulent because of the flash of green stones.
"Hello, Jade." Duan Qing said, returning his gaze to the stone in front of him: "In my world, there is also a kind of stone called Jade. Some of them are green, and some are not green, but they are all It is crystal clear and a very beautiful stone, but..."
He squeezed it hard with his right hand, and the stone shattered: "...I still like jade more."
A vibration sounded from under his feet. He turned around and saw that the scholar's shadow had begun to blur.
"I've made my choice." He said softly: "Goodbye, the past me."
The black curtain is like broken glass, falling from the distance into the endless void. White light transmits from the small cracks, and then expands as the cracks spread, gradually occupying the entire space.
The roar of the beast came from far away, and it sounded like the painful roar of the giant snake.
The dazzling light that turned from black to white filled Duan Qing's sight. The next moment, the white curtain was painted with color, gradually forming a picture that Duan Qing had never seen before.
It was a scene composed of pure colors.
The fiery red color is mixed with earthy yellow color. Among the large turquoise particles, bits and pieces of aqua blue are constantly flashing and flowing in the middle, disappearing and extinguishing, like a dream. In the distant sky, there seems to be a spherical object suspended statically in the air, and it seems to be constantly rotating. In Duan Qing's confused eyes, the spherical object like an alien visitor gradually disappeared into the mist composed of particles of various colors, but the sound echoing in the sky still penetrated through the layers of mountains. Duan Qing’s soul.
That's the sound of the bell.
This is a sea of elements.
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Under the Emerald Tower, by the surrounding river.
Christine and Freya were on one side, using their respective powers to set up two ice and fire defense lines around them to resist the fearless advancing black beetle army. Countless insect sounds filled the ears, and then transformed into the screams of death and the crackling sounds of being burned to ashes by flames. On the other side of the river, another line of defense composed of purple-black mist floated there, faintly echoing the defense fulcrum here.
There are beads of sweat on the heads of the two great magicians - they have consumed a lot of magic power. Even with their level, they can borrow the endless elemental power in the surrounding space, but the loss of mental power is not enough for them to survive. Go down.
But their expressions remained calm and focused, as if what they were doing had nothing to do with their own lives and deaths.
In the distance, countless black beetles turned into an endless black frenzy, spurting out from the forest. I don’t know when it started. Some of them flapped their wings, floated up from the ground, and then swayed from the ground. Close in the air.
The two people's expressions condensed - in the field of vision ahead, more black insects floated from the ground, gradually turning into overwhelming black clouds.
"This feeling of being against the whole world, I haven't felt it for a long time since the 'Battle of Udes'..." Christine's tone was still calm, but her sister did not answer her. if.
Freya bit her lip, inserted her staff into the soil, and wrapped her hands around both sides, making a hugging gesture.
One of her arms was held down by Christine next to her.
The elegant figure in blue robe shook her head: "Don't be like this, my dear sister. Even if it comes to that step, it should be me..."
Suddenly, she turned back and looked up.
At the top of the Emerald Tower, white light lit up in the gloomy sky, then gradually spread, grew larger, and expanded like the sun. The people below raised their heads one after another, but they were blinded by the light.
Then, the sun exploded into tens of thousands of four-color rays of light, shooting out in all directions.
Red light, blue light, yellow light, green light, large and small, endless. The least red light among them dissipated in the air before flying very far, while the most green light continued to expand and erupt, gradually rising vertically upwards and shooting into the sky.
The green light gradually formed a pillar of light, standing straight between the sky and the earth. The violent air was gradually pushed and blown up, and then turned into a violent and unruly wind, sweeping around.
The strong wind surged upwards and shot a big hole in the dark clouds in the sky. It dispersed the dark clouds above the Emerald Tower and turned the cloudy sky into a sunny day. The real sunlight shone downward through the increasingly larger cloud hole. .
The wispy fluctuations spread to all directions with the strong winds, passing under the feet of Christine and Freya. While they were trying to maintain their figures in the strong winds, the endless black beetles were like wind and sand. Gone with the wind, turned into black dust, blown to an unknown distance by the strong wind. The ground beneath my feet also changed with the fluctuation, from green and vibrant to yellow-brown and barren.
In the distance, the giant trees that survived the black tide also lost their original appearance as the waves spread. The two great magicians looked at the forest they had passed by several times before, their mouths wide open in surprise.
Even with their knowledge, they have never seen such a strange sight - the large and small stones standing on the yellow-brown land, blown by the storm and revealing their true bodies, are like dust and sand that have traveled through thousands of years. Appearing suddenly in front of everyone.
It is a stone forest composed of bright green stones.
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