At the crossroads of fate, Li Qiuyan felt that his common sense as a magician was about to collapse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The big ghostly creature in the sky was enough to cause panic, but fortunately, the night was dark, and the black ghost was not yet visible to everyone, and perhaps not too many people in the neighborhood happened to look up at the sky.

But is this loud noise and vibration like the resurrection of a dinosaur so that the whole neighborhood can't feel it? God knows where this guy came from, if he runs in such a bold way all the way, the consequences are unimaginable, and the magician's so-called "mysterious concealment" is as fragile as a child's joke in front of this crazy guy.

Although Ying Zheng said before that the turmoil in Liaohai City was inevitable, she had not yet looked at it with the mood of breaking the jar and breaking it. The anger suddenly hit Li Qiuyan's little brain, but the weirdness that followed made her calm down again.

There was no movement on the street.

The buildings on both sides of the road did not shake in the slightest, and there was no unusual reaction in the residential area, no sudden lights, no panicked crowds, not even screams.

The only explanation is that there is some kind of force that isolates the influence of magic on things outside the street, and only those who are stronger in their own magic can see or hear the truth through the sense of their own magic circuits.

During the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, the Templar Church was responsible for overseeing the rituals and using their influence and special means to dispose of the traces of the war, so as to avoid causing panic and covetousness among ordinary people, so that the ritual could be carried out smoothly.

But the influence of the church in Shenzhou can be said to be pitiful, even in Liaohai City, which was once a treaty port, the influence of the church is far less than that of heretical associations such as the H trickery salon. And not to mention that this war was not supervised by the Templar Church, even if the Templar Church made a move, it would not be able to do it so perfectly and thoroughly, almost erasing the bad effects of the Holy Grail War on the "table" world, as long as ordinary people are not directly involved in the battle, they will not find out the abnormality, and they don't even have to worry about the destruction of buildings.

It's like a miracle help.

So, who and how did this near-terrifying effect come about? If this person is a participant in the Holy Grail War......

Li Qiuyan fell into thought, and didn't wake up until he was slapped on the shoulder by Nezha.

"Master, that guy is equipped with the First Emperor's Ancestral Dragon Armament, which is the killing weapon that destroyed all the elites of Penglai and Rakshasa in World War I! I thought it belonged to Yingzheng's treasure, but now I'm afraid something is wrong......"

"Ancestral Dragon?" Li Qiuyan looked at the silver-white warrior who was rushing in, and the figure as dazzling as Sirius caught her gaze tightly. "You say it's Qin Shi Huang's armament? If so, then who is in the alley? Li Qiuyan was also shocked for a while.

"I suspected this just now, but there are some details that need to be confirmed, and the armed posture is still a little different from what I remember. You wait for me here, and when you see that the situation is not good, you will retreat quickly, and Ben Shao will rush over! Nezha waved the gun in his palm and jumped down from the small building, Li Qiuyan wanted to reach out to pull him, but only touched the flying red silk.

The fire-tipped spear was like a dragon, the battle skirt hunted and flew, and at the crossroads, Nezha launched a charge towards the menacing "ancestral dragon". With his back to the moonlight, the black fog on the other party's body that was enough to make the ghosts and gods look even more mysterious and weird, and even the faint sound of night crying came into Nezha's ears.

Nezha "hummed", Zhou's body bloomed with pure light, and his tongue bloomed as a lion's roar:

"What a ghost, dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of Ben Shao! Don't report your name yet! ”

Qingyue's timbre echoed on the long street in the middle of the night, like a spell to subjugate demons, shaking the ground.

In the black mist, the blood-colored long hair suddenly flew, as if a roar from the abyss swept the earth, crushing like a violent wind, although there were only a few words, but it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which made people's hearts tremble:

"I! Namely! Big! Qin! ”

Li Qiuyan on the small floor was in a hurry but couldn't help, so he had to look into the alley, but this look was like falling into an ice cellar.

In the alley a few minutes ago, Yingda Paddle was dressed in dragon scale gold armor, like a hero who came out of mythology.

However, looking at the strange enemy in the night sky, he really didn't have much confidence in his heart.

Previously, in the building of the Green Gold Group, Ying Zheng's strength had left an extremely deep impression on him, and those white-robed magicians died under the black fog without any chance of struggling, which was already unpredictable. However, in Nezha's mouth, such a Yingzheng seems to have become worthless again, and is even said to be the "weakest" rank. And Ying Zheng himself did not refute such a statement, as if there was something hidden.

This alone is not enough to make Ying Da Pao so uneasy, and the real reason why he has no bottom in his heart is that Ying Zheng has no intention of attacking the other party with black fog at all.

The huge black shadow in the sky was obviously aimed at Ying Zheng, and he himself acquiesced to this just now, so even if he and Ying Da Pao didn't like each other, they would not be passive and slack off and not make the slightest resistance. And he didn't activate the black fog he had been using before, which proved that this strange and powerful black fog was probably not of much use to this new enemy.

Ying Zheng has lost an effective means of attack, so once he is unable to do it and is in danger, I am afraid that he cannot expect him to help......

Ying Da Pao shook his head, cleared these distracting thoughts out of his brain, and clenched his fists wrapped in gold armor.

My life was originally earned, although I never wanted to squander it casually, but I don't need to worry about it when it comes to the end.

Ying Da Oar took a deep breath and began to dash towards the enemy in the air.

As if sensing his hostility, the gloomy huge face turned in the direction of the Ying Da Oar with unprecedented flexibility, and in the pale eyes, two sunspots suddenly came, deep but lifeless, looking at the running golden-armored youth like pupils.

With the blessing of the golden armor, Ying Da Pao felt the wind under his feet, and the gravitational pull of the earth was no longer an inextricable shackle.

However, the black ghost just stared at him, and the tight lip line suddenly contorted, outlining a creepy smile.

In an instant, the pitch-black monster raised its hands high, and the huge mouth of the black hole slowly opened, spitting out crazy and chaotic words:

"X is both X and martial, X is strong and X can be Ling!"

It was as if countless voices were overlapping each other, and the originally tragic and fiery verses seemed to be polluted by something indescribable, and they were even more eerie and terrifying under the strange magical sounds that came from the depths of the Nine Shadows. If you can listen carefully, you can hear the countless filthy and vicious curses hidden in the rumbling echo, and the undisguised malice pierces people's ears like substance.

With this fallen verse, the air in front of Ying Da Pao distorted, and a black hole-like vortex suddenly formed, as if it was about to swallow him.