Chapter 42: The Bitter Battle
Before he could see the Shadow's appearance, Kester leaped backwards again, dodging the blow that the Shadow was determined to win. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Who are you?" Kester snapped, and the shadow flickered again.
"Boy, I didn't think you were quite flexible, but even so, you will definitely die today!" The movements of the black shadow could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the sound of gold and iron rang out, and it was obvious that the other party had taken out a pair of weapons.
"White Feather, Silver Wing, come out and help!" Back to reality, Kester naturally won't forget his two helpers.
"It's useless, any creature that hasn't fallen into the illusion has been hit by my sleeping magic, and no one can come to save you." A faint voice came from the side of the dark shadow, and Kester was shocked to realize that the other party had unconsciously moved in front of him.
"Damn, this guy is space-based." Scolding and scolding, Kester made an iron bridge, and the opponent's weapon grazed his face.
"I don't have more than one hand!" Another shadow slammed down with the sound of the wind, and Kester had to roll on the ground, and the shadow sank into the sand with a pop, leaving a shallow scar on his shoulder blade.
"Hmph, it's not my style to be beaten passively!" The silver whip shook out, and Kester suddenly found himself in an awkward position. Compared to straight weapons such as swords, guns, swords and hammers, the combat effectiveness of soft weapons in the dark plummets.
Poof, just when Kester was stunned, there was an extra wound on his chest that was deep and bone-seeing.
Without thinking about his own injuries, Kester danced wildly with the silver whip in his hand, and the silver hemisphere reappeared, but it was more illusory than the shadow of the ball when he used this trick in the illusion before.
"This trick again? How long can you top this turtle shell? The voice of the black shadow taunted, and Kester slammed it down, only to fall to the ground.
Kester missed the blow and quickly jumped to the side, and sure enough, the opponent's next blow had already landed where he was standing just now.
"No, the other party is obviously a person who walks in the dark all the year round, as long as he doesn't move, I can't see him at all, but he can sense where I am by hearing, and it's a loss to fight him when there is no light." Kester's brain was spinning rapidly, "Today should be the waning moon, even if the clouds disperse the moonlight, it won't be too bright, this can't be counted on... Pregnant! β
"I'll see how long you can hide!" The Black Shadow appeared directly behind Kester this time.
"Hmph, then I won't hide." Kester's silver whip rolled up, restraining the Black Shadow's weapon, and then slammed a backhand into the shoulder.
"I said I had more than one hand." The wind flashed, and Kester's left arm was wounded, but his goal had been achieved, and the blue fluorescence on the other's shoulder revealed his position.
"It's my turn!" Kester, who was holding back his fire, wrapped the silver whip around his fist, and a blue glow appeared on his fist.
"Bang" was caught off guard, and the black shadow was knocked out.
"Oops!" As soon as he struck a blow, Kester suddenly realized that this was not an illusion, and that the power of the Lion Mountain Crack was only about 10% of his own level, and although this blow hit the opponent, it was not enough to cause fatal injuries. Unlike before, the full version of the Lion Mountain Crack was enough to abolish an Eighth-Order Warrior with one punch.
"Ahem, ahem, damn stinky boy!" The blue glow landed on the black shadow's shoulder, and he was once again hidden in the darkness, and his voice seemed to be hurt a little.
"What to do? I don't have a second moon earring, and I won't lose again. Kester's heart was extremely anxious, "They don't know what happened to them yet." β
Just as he was thinking this, a black shadow burst out from under his feet and attacked Kester in three ways. Kester was caught off guard, seeing that the other party was about to cut off his right leg, the silver whip in Kester's hand lit up, blocking this thrilling blow, and the voice in the previous illusion finally appeared again after disappearing for a long time: "Boy, don't desert when fighting!" β
"You're... Whip? "Kester's surprise is not trivial, his own whip is actually alive! If it wants to hurt itself... Thinking of this, Kester couldn't help but shudder a little.
"What good do me do to hurt you!" The whip's angry voice remembers in Kester's mind, "Settle the battle first, boy, you see, this is the real use of whips!" β
"Hmph, what if you can block it, look at the move!" Darkshadow's other weapon struck, but instead of cutting off Kester's leg as expected, it was blocked by his first weapon. Under the tutelage of the silver whip, the Shadow's first weapon seemed to fall into Kester's hands.
The shadow was taken aback, but after all, he had been through a hundred battles, and he was not in danger, so he abandoned his first weapon and fled into the darkness.
"It's still too much of a loss to be beaten passively like this." Kester thought to himself.
"Then you're going to have to find a way to turn this battle into a fish in troubled waters." The whip's voice came to Kester's head, "Boy, learn something!" β
A large string of whips rang out, and I don't know how the sound in the whip was reached, and the echo of the whips could be heard from a few meters away. Kester's breathing suddenly disappeared into the cacophony of sounds, and the black shadow's attack eased in an instant.
"Damn, that's fine..."Kester was dumbfounded, he had only thought of revealing the other party's position, but he didn't expect to hide himself.
"He's going to slip away, boy, instill vindictiveness in me!"
"Hmph, count yourself lucky, we're walking... Uhh The black shadow was about to retreat when a pale green fighting aura rushed out from the end of the silver whip and pierced through the black shadow's chest.
"Huh? When will I be able to leave my body? Could it be that I'm already at the seventh order? Kester looked at his hands in confusion.
"Stinky boy, if it weren't for me, how could you have done it." The whip's voice was a little hated for the smell of iron not being made of steel, "Go up and make up for it, he's not dead yet!" β
"Damn... That's just the way it goes... You're... Bastardβ" Following the voice of the dark shadow, Kester walked alertly to his approach.
"Say, where did you get He Ling'er and Jane?" After making sure that the other party had no power to fight back, Kester strangled the silver whip to the neck of the shadow.
"They... It's all in the cactus... Hmph, without me... They'll just be stuck in the illusion forever! Hahahaha! β
"If you release them from the illusion, I might be able to spare your life!" Kester said viciously.
"Lord Darkness, I've let you down!" To Kester's surprise, he thought that the other party would kneel and beg for mercy or simply be mighty and unyielding, but he didn't want the black shadow to suddenly yell into the sky and die of anger.