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Text Chapter 18 The One-Eyed King

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    Fire and rain!  A terrifying magic with an area of ????100 meters, a killing machine that only a fire mage can create.  Countless flames shining with scarlet light fell on the high platform, colliding with the blue barrier, making the sound of raindrops falling into the lake, and looking up, dense circles of light rippled.  This strange scene reveals a cruel beauty, and each one is a signal from the god of death.  People who are hit by the rain of fire will have a piece of flesh pulled away, or their clothes and hair will be burned, and they will scream in horror.  Facing the rain of fire attack that has been launched, the mages have no other choice but to defend themselves against more people.  In this chaos, the red mist was approaching the high platform at an alarming speed. The mages were all trying to resist the rain of flames. Ordinary soldiers were unable to withstand the corrosive attack of the red mist.  The people fled in panic to both sides, but they squeezed together, leaving a path of bones on the ground where the red mist passed.  The panic has reached its extreme. If there were not more soldiers than people, it would be a maddening nightmare.  From the beginning to the end, Yang Zheng remained motionless. From the moment the chaos occurred, he had been paying attention to the entire square, paying attention to any place where chaos occurred, and remembering every suspicious target.  He is already convinced that this is a well-planned attack!  When the attacks came one after another, he felt the horror of the enemy's conspiracy.  All their links are connected together, trying to create more and more panic. The only purpose is of course the three kings on the high platform, maybe.  And myself!  But none of this is the most important thing. Such attack power is far from sharp enough. He must try to control the situation before the opponent's most powerful killing move arrives. In this situation, just one strike is enough.  Every link has its most vulnerable point, just like the seven inches of a snake.  Even if one blow cannot crush the opponent, it will still disrupt their rhythm.  The crazy fire rain not only caused countless people to struggle and shout in the flames, but also blocked people's sight, leaving other soldiers who caught the intruders helpless.  The red mist entered the defensive circle of the high platform with an irresistible attitude.  Corroding the blue barrier.  The top experts around the three kings finally couldn't hold back anymore and flew out.  Although the northern continent has always been dominated by magic, the melee masters are far inferior to those in the southern continent, and there is no concept of fighting spirit.  But the mage himself is physically weak.  It was difficult to take on the position of personal guard that required quick reflexes and excellent physical skills. Later, a series of magic knights with excellent physical and magical abilities were developed, and of course there were advanced warriors who modified their bodies.  The personal guards around the three kings are naturally strong warriors.  Watching them kill them, Yang Zheng felt a strange feeling in his heart.  He glanced at the high platform again. The people standing next to the king now were all his absolute confidants.  The strange feeling in his heart became more and more intense, as if the enemy was very close but hard to figure out.  One of the bodyguards who was killed transformed into a giant Ursine warrior.  The other two magic knights used fire to fight fire.  Release the "touch of death" on the sword body.  Qing Feng, covered in black mucus, waved an arc-shaped light curtain, temporarily blocking Hong Wu's footsteps.  The pincer attack from the three masters seemed to make Hongwu a little scared.  It originally spread out to a size of four to five meters.  Gradually shrinking to two meters, due to condensation, the originally light red mist turned scarlet like blood.  The swordsmen gradually approached, but Yang Zheng finally felt the presence in the fog because of the contraction of the fog.  This was a fleeting opportunity. The sword on Yang Zheng's waist suddenly vibrated, and with a buzzing sound, it was unsheathed. Yang Zheng was already flying into the air, and a sideways ax kick hit the sword.  It roared towards the red mist, which was sharper than lightning, and it was so fast that no one saw the sword.  After only a short breath, a middle-aged man's head was revealed at the edge of the red mist. His eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth were still trembling like twitches, but the man was already dead.  The three warriors surrounding the red mist had not figured out the situation yet and stood there in a daze for a while.  Yang Zheng had already flung himself down from the high platform, shouting: "Get out of the way!" It was too late!  A shiny black claw stretched out from the black mist. The speed could no longer be described as simply fast. Just like Yang Zheng's sword, even Yang Zheng's sharp eyesight could only see an afterimage in the sky.  The bear warrior closest to the red mist only had time to feel the coldness on his cheeks.  When the claws slashed down, half of his head was directly slapped off. Blood mixed with brains spurted up. The bear warrior didn't even scream, and fell directly to the ground.  The other twoThe master's neck was grabbed by Yang Zheng and he was thrown back.  The two of them rolled on the ground, and when they saw their companion who had lost half his head, he broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably.  There was warmth on the face, and there was blood.  What a terrifying monster that is!  Without any hesitation, Yang Zheng quickly took a few steps back and stepped out of the attack range of the claws before daring to stand up.  He half-crouched on the ground, staring at the red mist.  The red mist had faded, but before Yang Zheng could see the monster clearly, black light had already passed before his eyes. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?? This speed is actually fast enough to keep up with Yang Zheng.  The only sword was inserted into the body of the middle-aged man who had just been killed by Yang Zheng. When the black light came to kill him again, Yang Zheng could only take out the twin daggers that he had never used before.  The two daggers originally brought out from the magic ruins were originally excellent weapons for assassination, but due to the improvement of Yang Zheng's status, they were no longer useful.  Keeping it with you is just a habit. After experiencing countless unforgettable lessons, Yang Zheng learned to keep trump cards for himself.  The two daggers are curved like a crescent moon and are very similar, like twins.  One is a green and transparent dagger body, with small teeth on the back of the crescent moon, and the dagger head shines with a faint light.  The other one has a fiery red outer body, with a red dragon-like pattern coiled around the dagger. It looks extremely flamboyant and contains extremely strong burning power.  The two daggers are rare treasures when separated, not to mention that they can be combined into a crescent moon blade.  Yang Zheng had never tried to do this before. He twisted the two ends of the dagger together. Suddenly, the sword spirits on the dagger jumped happily. It was not a simple superposition, but made people feel that that was their original appearance.  He took the blade in his hand and rotated it slightly. The hand and the blade were connected in an instant. Yang Zhengti felt the sword spirit's approval, and there was no strangeness in using this special weapon.  There is no happier thing than communicating with one's own weapons. In an instant, the heart that had been silent was quickly ignited and the blood was boiling. Yang Zheng had not had such a fighting feeling for a long time. As his status became higher and higher, he  He no longer looked like a warrior, but at this moment, he finally felt like he had on the battlefield again.  People are burning, their hair is flying, and their shrinking pupils are like sharp blades. At this time, there is no distinction between weapons and people, he is a weapon!  Invincible!  The blade and claws collided in an instant!  Yang Zheng had a cold smile on his lips, and he only used one blade.  The battle is over!  The Crescent Moon Blade exploded in a fiery red trajectory, its black claws rose into the air, and the red mist dissipated.  A ball-shaped monster rolled to the ground and screamed. Only then did Yang Zheng see its body clearly. It was a creature with huge eyeballs.  The body is like a ball, covered with dense suckers. He only has one claw, which is like a blade and is covered with saw teeth. Now it is cut in two by Yang Zheng, and the wound is spraying with dark green blood.  The one-eyed king!  The experts who knew the goods made trembling shouts.  This is a terrifying monster in the abyss of hell. Only top summoners can summon it by dedicating their bodies.  Only then did people discover that the middle-aged man who was stabbed to death by Yang Zhengyi's sword was missing two legs. Apparently he was the terrible summoner who sacrificed his legs in order to summon this terrifying monster, only to get such a miserable ending.  , I don¡¯t know if he can still close his eyes.  The one-eyed king was making his final struggle. The liquid in his body splashed everywhere and fell on an iron sword on the lower side, corroding the iron sword.  Yang Zheng took two steps back and threw the crescent blade fiercely. With a "puff" sound, it pierced the monster and nailed it to the ground. This was the last blow to take its life. In despair, it sprayed liquid all over its body. One-eyed  The king finally stopped moving like a rubber ball that had lost all its air.  Yang Zheng stepped forward and just pulled out the crescent blade when he heard Kaiwo's screams on the high platform.
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