The swaying lights are like ghosts, walking slowly along the ancient road, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the carriage's bells, giving people a feeling of solitude, without any sense of fear. In fact, many people don't know that the bell on the carriage is special. The sound it makes has a protective effect and can avoid attacks by wild beasts in the Forest of Gods.
The Fighting Hall is a veritable arena. Generally speaking, there are very few competitions at night, but the challenge letter specifies a fight to the death at night. Isn't this strange? They walked into the hall uneasily and found that there was no one inside, and they could not see their fingers, even though there was a crescent moon floating above their heads.
Ling'er couldn't help but tighten her clothes, let out a sigh, and said, "Isn't this letter a prank on us? There is no one here, so I wonder which fool would dare to challenge us openly like this."
Jer keenly caught the strange aura and hissed: "Don't talk!"
The Fighting Arena, also known as the Fighting Hall, is a circular battle field surrounded by darkness. There are almost no shadows moving around. There were spectator seats scattered from low to high around, which was suspicious. There was a faint movement. I don't know whether it was the shadow of the leaves blown by the wind or the figure of an unknown person. It was really difficult to judge.
However, for Jer, it is a piece of cake. Because Jer is best at using the atmosphere to capture the movement around him, he is one of the best among all the princes. He is rarely seen using this ability, and of course it has a lot to do with him not wanting to use it.
"How is it? Third brother, did you find anything strange?" Ling'er kicked the ground. He activated his black boots and entered a fighting state.
"Nothing strange! It's not like you're here to fight to the death, so why do you look so full of fighting spirit?" Jer couldn't help but laugh.
Changtian ignored the two of them and walked down the stairs expressionlessly. Until he stood in the fighting arena. At this time, a black whirlwind suddenly blew up on the battlefield, rolling up a lot of dust. Among the dust, a humanoid figure slowly walked out, wearing a black mask, exuding heavy magic power, purple-black magic power. .
The masked man looks up to the sky and smiles. With a heroic aura, it conflicted with the heaviness emanating from him. The laughter made people feel very cheerful, as if they were excited to see an old person. Is this an illusion caused by the atmosphere?
Changtian asked warily: "Did you challenge me?"
The masked man spread his hands. Then he smiled with unknown meaning. He said: "It is me. I have admired you for a long time. I have wanted to fight you to the death for a long time, so I took the liberty to challenge you. I hope you can accept this duel."
"Please tell me your name!" Chang Tian hates people who don't know how to name themselves at first sight. Especially when fighting, this is the most basic respect, but this masked man has no intention of saying his name. "No wonder you can only duel at night!"
"What are you talking about, sixth brother? Why do I feel so confused?" Jier couldn't understand Chang Tian's last words and was confused.
"Don't look at me. I don't know what Sixth Brother means. Should we stay here or go to the viewing stand?" Ling'er felt that a battle was inevitable. She didn't want to get involved, but she was more worried about Brother Six's safety.
¡°I¡¯ll tell you when you beat me.¡± The masked man replied in a very friendly tone.
Changtian is not a stickler for trivial matters, so he can avoid it if possible. He put on a fighting stance and replied: "Come on then! Fight quickly."
The masked man clasped his hands together and recited a spell: "The demon flames in the depths of the demon world lock the target in the form of chains and bind them! Cang Yan Chains! Take the move!"
Countless hot and red chains penetrated the surrounding dark space, striking towards Changtian at the speed of arrows. An ordinary warrior might not be able to avoid them. However, Changtian, who was so familiar with this move, had already taken advantage of the wind and successfully dodged it.
Ling'er who was sitting at the table shouted: "That's amazing! Sixth Brother!"
Jer, who was next to him, quickly grabbed Ling'er and advised him helplessly: "You will hurt Changtian if you act like this, please be quiet."
Changtian stood in mid-air with a very ugly expression. He asked sternly: "You attack me with such a trick? Are you looking down on me a little?"
The masked man did not smile, but said seriously: "You are familiar with this trick, right! Then, can you escape from it? Under the command of the evil god, I will use the remaining body of my guard - the dark wall of flames!"
The huge rock wall accompanied by the black-purple magic array popped up from Changtian's head, surrounding Changtian in all directions with an irresistible attitude. The crimson flame emits sparks, which are extremely hot. If it is allowed to shrink completely, Changtian will die under the crimson flames.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?With a ?? sound, Chang Tian's luck cut open the dark flame wall like cutting a leaf.
"The power of the dead and the will of the soul are wandering on the black earth and wandering in the bloody sky. Here, as the Sage of Darkness, I give orders, gather in my hands, turn into my sharp spear, and return all living things to the underworld. At the feet of God. The Spear of the Master? Flying Wings!" The masked man instantly opened his black wings behind his back and quickly kept up with Chang Tian's speed.
"The magic of the Dark Master!" The dusty memory in the depths of Chang Tian's memory was brought out alive. There was no doubt that he was shocked. This was simply the trick he used in the battle with Bi La when he escaped from the demon world. , completely consistent.
"What is your purpose?"
The masked man didn't answer him, and suddenly stretched out his hands covered in black shadow in the darkness, grabbed Chang Tian's shoulders, and knocked him down to the ground. This was not over yet. The masked man chased the falling Changtian, and then recited another spell: "The dark abyss came in response to my call and transformed into a land of black thorns. Activate! Abyss Thorns!"
Within a moment, the fighting venue turned into a land of black thorns. There were extremely sharp black thorns everywhere, flashing with blood-colored cold light, which undoubtedly wanted to cause death. If you fall like this, you will definitely die. Due to the effect of gravity, the sky is falling faster and faster, and the crisis occurs in just one second.
"Brother Six" Ling'er didn't have time to rush out, because it takes a while to activate the black boots. Even if he could activate in time, it would still take a lot of time to rush out. The distant water could not save the nearby fire, and Ling'er was so anxious that she wished she would fall down not to Changtian but to herself.
"Oops! I was negligent" Jer was helpless and his mind went blank.
"The demon fire burning endlessly in the depths of the volcano! In my name, I call you to come! Become my magic sword and crush all those who stand in my way! Vulcan blast! Remember, young master!" The masked man used He tried his best to release the magic power, and at the same time roared out all the suppressed emotions.
"This equipment is"
The billowing explosive flames fell like meteorites, drowning out Chang Tian¡¯s voice, and struck him mercilessly. To be continued. .
{PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}