The battle that took place in the unknown area of the underground passage became gradually weird in the following time, just because the moves and styles of Xueling Huanbing and Encrypted Ninglan began to gradually deviate from the original ones. The taste, the strange tricks and tricks that were not originally their style were also constantly being performed in the dark air between the two people along with the endless drinks. The collision between the sword blade and the dagger also sounded one after another in the air between the white-haired woman and the blue-and-white maid figure. The collision of moves full of someone's shadow became louder and louder, until they passed each other again. When the passing scenes passed by both sides of the passage with the flickering of light and shadow, turning the surrounding passage walls into scarred ruins, the two women who were singled out in the darkness gradually stopped and stopped each other. The second round of confrontation between them: "Huh, uh, uh, uh..."
"Just now, what you just did was... the Liudie Movement Technique, right? You actually... actually know how to... ha, use this kind of movement technique..."
"This is also the technique that Mr. taught Ninglan. It's a pity that it can't break through your defense. How did you see through Ninglan's movement skills?"
"The predecessor of Liudie Shenfa is Butterfly Step. I have done some superficial research on this ancient footwork that has been circulated in the alliance for a long time, but... the most important thing is that it allows me to deal with such a difficult opponent like you. It’s better to rely on that thing.”
"Are you referring to the 'Heart Sword'?"
The gasping voice gradually calmed down, and the figure named Anyu Ninglan tidied up the slightly messy short hair on her head: "Sir, you actually taught you such an important thing... It's really impressive. Ninglan was surprised."
"Is the Heart Sword important?" After wiping the scars on his face, Xue Ling Huan Bing's originally tense face showed a sense of doubt: "But I learned those things from Duan Qing. Since then, I have never felt any progress. Not only is it very difficult, but it also has no power at all..."
"Compared to sword energy and gorgeous magic, the Heart Sword is of course not that obvious in its power." Ningyu Ninglan replied with lowered eyebrows: "Because it is an ordinary skill that is blended together in different worlds. It is very It’s a genre that few people can learn and comprehend.”
"It is the ultimate embodiment of 'reason'."
The lowered eyebrows then disappeared from the spot together with the lowered figure, and then fired another volley in the direction of Xueling Huanbing with swords and daggers flying in all directions. The white-haired woman's eyes suddenly became solemn. The swordsman then raised and lifted the long sword in his hand, using two simple sword movements to lift one of the swords into the air: "Are you still coming?"
"That's it."
The figure gradually became clear at a position close to the front of Xueling Huanbing, and the eyes of Ninglan looking at each other became brighter from the previous ambiguity: "Normal enemies are rarely able to accurately find the true identity from Ninglan's hands. The attack direction is different, but you can find the real attack as quickly as possible - this is one of the wonderful uses of the Heart Sword."
"...I thought you were giving in to me all the time." Xueling Huanbing shook his head: "And I have never seen a similar phenomenon in the past battles. I have never encountered it. Is it the reason for such a strong opponent like you?”
"Even if you deliberately flatter Ninglan, Ninglan will not let you go like this." He once again placed the dagger in his hands in front of himself, and said in secret that Ninglan hid his figure in the darkness behind him. :"because--"
"You probably haven't used your full strength until now."
The screeching sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the wall once again echoed in this small dark passage, accompanied by the blurry figure belonging to the codeword Ninglan that flashed when it moved at high speed again, and its expression suddenly became wary. Xueling Huanbing, who got up, then gritted his teeth and used the sword light to wave away again to deflect the attacks that almost cut his vital parts: "Stop! There is no such thing as this kind of cannibalism. In any sense!”
"As long as the winner is determined, Ninglan will naturally stop." The hazy figure that kept flying in her ears then passed by her eyes with streaks of sword light: "If even Ninglan can break through this level, If not, then please die away from sir immediately."
"So why did you attack me, just because your brain is hot?" Feeling the increasingly unusual aura coming from the other party, Xue Ling Huan Bing helplessly shouted at the other party: "What if If I admit defeat now, can we stop here? I don’t want to waste my energy in this meaningless battle!”
"You mean that you are not willing to use all your strength to treat Ninglan?" Ninglan's voice suddenly became cold: "In that case——"
"Then let's decide whether to live or die."
The murderous intention that had been stored for a long time suddenly became hot as time went by, with a bit of cold light like a shooting star suddenly flying towards Xue Ling Huanbing's eyebrows. The white-haired woman felt this murderous intention. The swordsman then reluctantly retracted his waving hands, and used the hilt of the sword to move at will against the center of the white cold light that was about to approach: "You——"
"This is the fifth form of Oni Ronbu."
A subtle voice then appeared in her ears, and at the same time, there was also a ghost-like whisper belonging to the secret language Ninglan. The bright moonlight lit up in the darkness also followed this ghost-like body. It emerged and converged behind Xueling Huanbing, and then sank deeply into the back of the white-haired female swordsman. The feeling of severe pain then flooded into her heart along with the thoughts of enlightenment. The swordsman who raised the hilt of the sword into the air then let out a feeble groan, and the blood rose ring that lit up on her finger also disappeared. The surface of the dagger that flew away from her eyebrows bloomed with boundless red light, and then suddenly retracted into her body: "Blood blooms!"
"Dragon Tail!"
The pain caused by the twisting of the sharp blade disappeared with her sudden turn. It was caused by the blood that she brought up when she punched back and landed on the chest of Dark Language Ninglan covering her body. The effect, due to the life-sucking special effects, the life saved by the blood-sucking special effects also hung up the originally cleared health value of Xue Ling Huan Bing, and at the same time, it also threw away the few blooming blood lights together with the weak body. beside. The muffled sound of fists and energy intertwined with each other then echoed in the darkness of the passage as the blood-colored energy fully bloomed, causing the fragments on the already extremely damaged walls to collapse a little again. He coughed blood and fell back. Snow Spirit Huanbing, who had taken a few steps, then staggered and rolled down to the corner of some of the ruins, using a painful expression and posture to maintain the last bit of life that was almost exhausted due to serious injuries and bleeding: "The last strike comes first. Two simultaneous attacks... What a beautiful move."
"..."
Also fell to the other side of the passage, the figure named Dark Language Ninglan who was knocked away did not move for a long time, until everything around him fell silent, and when the injured heavy breathing began to become clear, the figure with the corner of his mouth The blood-stained maid player showed her smile again: "I really didn't expect... that you could survive the fifth move alive."
"I don't have three heads and six arms. It's impossible for me to block such an attack." Starting to look for the medicines on his body, Xue Linghuan Bingbing replied calmly: "But this simple attack principle is not originally One person can do it.”
"I just used the alternative method of sucking blood to forcefully hold my breath." She looked at the red light around her that began to gradually dissipate, and the hand that took out the magic healing potion seemed to become softer: "If you want to win, If the desire is really that strong, then you will indeed win this battle."
"...This is sir's healing potion."
The light footsteps like a cat then appeared in front of Xue Ling Huan Bing, making her blurry consciousness clear again: "Sir, I once described this magic potion to Ninglan. I heard that it is very effective. It’s a self-created alchemical result.”
"It's not a big deal, it's just mixed with his own experience points." Hiding the terrifying wound behind the posture of leaning against the wall, Xue Ling Huan Bing raised his head towards the code word Ninglan who appeared in front of him. He raised his weak eyelids and said, "If you don't want me to use it, then just take it away."
"..."
Falling into deep silence once again, Dark Language Ninglan's eyes were fixed on the pair of red healing potions with golden light for an instant. Her originally emotionless eyes seemed to follow the contents of the potion. The energy contained in it gradually became shaken, and finally he suddenly raised his head as if waking up from a dream: "...No."
"In a sense, this battle can be regarded as the difference between life and death." She lowered her voice and replied, her eyes moving to the side as she turned around: "But don't think that Ninglan will Forgive you, ever since Ninglan narrowly escaped from the hell of the Duan family, Ninglan has long made up her mind—"
She was about to continue speaking but suddenly stopped. She looked towards the corner beside the passage. Three or two figures appearing at the end of the passage also followed the maid player's alertness and walked out of the endless darkness. , appeared in front of them with an incomprehensible smile: "Sorry to disturb the 'friendly communication' between you, we are just passing by, just passing by."
"You don't have to worry about us, just carry on."
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The rumbling sound constantly echoed around a rotunda near the center of the underground area, accompanied by the red light reflected in the air by the energy dissipated around the hall, named Fula. At this time, the dragon woman kept flashing back and forth within the scope of the rotunda, running around the huge red light pillar. The sound of laughter also came from above the woman with long golden hair. With a proud face belonging to Pamir, he shined next to the red energy beam. His hands were still floating in the air. Swinging back and forth alternately, he threw the huge energy produced in the red light beam towards the graceful body of the dragon girl below who was constantly dodging: "Hahahaha! Stop hiding! Although I beat a golden man like a whack-a-mole Dragon Clan is a very interesting thing, but I will still get tired after a long time!”
"It's a very inefficient use of energy."
She said this comment in a low voice. Furla, who was running below, seemed to ignore the opponent's provocation at all. Her determination to fight this powerful opponent did not change with the passage of time. He really took action, but kept avoiding the terrifying energy impact that kept ringing around him: "Such a powerful energy flow, but you can only attack in this simple way... It seems that you can't either Completely control the power of this so-called magic beacon."
"You're right, but so what?" He shook the black cloak behind him in the air, and Pamir's laughter, floating around the red light, still did not stop: "Look at the one before You poor bastard of the empire, I only need to move a finger to destroy that level of life!"
"This is indeed something I didn't expect." Under the golden robe, her slender legs were exposed for a moment, and Fulla's face became serious as she made an emergency braking gesture: "According to the history of our dragon clan from ancient times, Judging from the myths handed down from time to time——"
"The child of destiny should be immortal."
The heavy friction sound echoed in the circular hall along with the two deep tracks carved by the high-heeled boots on the ground, and finally evolved into the scene of Fulla lifting up the entire large floor in front of her, even A large piece of smooth floor that had not had any impact from the previous red energy bombing then turned around under the strong power of the dragon lady, blocking the other two energy shocks that followed within her body. outside. There was a look of shock on his face for a moment, and then the laughter from Pamir became louder and louder, and more and more energy shocks followed the man floating in the air going crazy. The movements made it fall like rain on Fulla's side, constantly bombarding the heavy floor she held above her head as a temporary shield: "...I see, the floor here is also made of special materials. Made from materials, right?”
Appearing quietly outside the door of this hall, the gray-robed magician named Duan Qing then retracted his head: "Looking at it this way, this place must be a place specially built for a certain purpose. .”
"Fortunately, I prepared the substitute potion early, otherwise I would have been beaten into powder by now." He sighed softly, and at the same time put his thoughts back from the conversation he heard before: "Watch this plot With the development trend of fighting scenes, I am afraid that this BOSS battle is not something I can intervene in right now.”
"What I can do now is probably help clear away the mobs."
He turned his head and glanced at the large number of dragon figures appearing on the left and right sides of this passage, and then murmured to himself helplessly.
