Above the wilderness-like earth, light staggered in the sky, surging like a grand light, shaking the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything around it became a world of wilderness, where everything was scorched and desolate, and even the towering human buildings were turned into bright red crumbling scorched earth, as if they would crumble if touched.

There is no one here, or there are no people here except for Sanzhefeng's limitations, and all the lifeforms that are not designated by Sanzhefeng are rejected from this world, and they can't even perceive this world.

The people of Carla are still busy and noisy in the streets, trading their efforts for the future. But none of them knew that right above them, a battle was going on that could destroy them all.

It's like no one knows, the person they're celebrating their birthday for, and they're fighting in the sky against the most recognizable monster on the continent, the God of Earthbinding.

The world is so magical, and when you don't feel anything at all, the world is already slowly starting to change, even the things that can change everything. But often it is difficult for the people next to this event to perceive this kind of thing, they will only blindly follow, move forward, and then exclaim after the change.

Just like now.

Sang Zhefeng and the black shadow collided in the air, and then bounced off each other, quickly transferring to both sides, the black shadow side is the normal flight ability, and the Sang Zhefeng side is relying on the high-speed transfer of space magic and some strange skills to circulate left and right there, and also stayed in the air for a long time.

Although Sanzhe Feng could also rely on wind magic to help him fly, he preferred this movement - probably because of the more agile things.

The two of them attacked each other at high speed in the air, and each time they exchanged a huge shock, they used their abilities and weapons to attack frantically against each other, and the black mist and the light of the blade were also flickering outward. Now, even a fifth-order warrior standing here may not be able to see clearly in the sky

Crazy attack of two monsters.

The two figures didn't know how many knives they slashed at each other in the air, and then the two guys fell directly back to where they were just now.

"Where did you get the stick?"

Sang Zhefeng carried the dagger in his hand, looked at the black shadow opposite a little helplessly, and said.

"Don't worry about where I got this stick, but this thing is still very useful against you."

The black shadow picked up the stick in his hand, which had been cut many times, shook it, and said, "If I hadn't done that, then I guess I would have died a long time ago." ”

The black shadow said nonchalantly, and Sang Zhefeng raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

The stick was a normal stick - but it had only one trait, which made Sanzhefeng's attacks completely ineffective.

That is -- this stick is dead.

The knife in Sangzhefeng's hand is a sharp blade that kills all living things, but it is completely ineffective against dead things, which is why this dagger constantly cuts at the opposite stick.

This feeling is like having a huge amount of king's treasure in the air, but the opposite side can take the white blade empty-handed, and the knight does not die with his bare hands, and he takes all the weapons thrown over, what can you do about this?

And if he is beaten by a black shadow, then it is estimated that he himself will not be much better, even if he does not die, he will probably be directly beaten until he loses his ability to resist.

It's like someone else taking your weapons and throwing them back at you as cannonballs......

So, in fact, although the two sides fought fiercely in the air, these two monsters were still very cautious in responding to each other's attacks.

Sang Zhefeng's eyes had begun to appear blood-red light, and a large number of grid-like visions appeared in his eyes, gradually turning all the surrounding scenery into blood-colored. At the same time, there were many blood-red lines that appeared in Sang Zhefeng's eyes.

Those lines are the lines of death, they are what Sang Zhefeng can see after getting the dagger, under normal circumstances, Sang Zhefeng mainly uses his own knife to cut off the opposite line of death, but I really didn't expect this black shadow to directly take a lifeless wooden stick - completely cut constantly.

"The attack on the opposite side is very terrifying, basically you will die when you touch it, but I also have this advantage, and now our two halves are completely whoever hits the other party first wins, but this thing is not so easy at all, whether it is the two of us, that guy is not so easy to be hit. This is probably going back to a protracted war......"

Sang Zhefeng waved the knife in his hand, and the world in front of him began to become slower, and even slowly changed from the original "tangible" to "intangible", "real" to "illusory", and even the black shadow in front of him began to turn into a line like data.

All sorts of lines began to work, in various forms they began to scatter in all directions, and those lines began to beat again after encountering other buildings, diverging towards the surroundings at a faster speed.

This was Sanzhefeng's foreknowledge of all the possibilities of the future - he used his brain completely, and this form should be considered his real mental limit.

Millions of lines changed throughout the world, constantly making situations that should appear and situations that could arise, and then turning into a whole amount of information that seemed to be a torrent of information into Sanzhefeng's mind.

This is basically not much different from predicting the future, and within such a range, Sang Zhefeng can completely parse the surrounding information, and there will be basically no problems.

It's just that the strong analysis of the situation is not a prediction of the future after all, and Sang Zhefeng will still be disturbed by the ability to completely exceed his own cognition. And Sang Zhefeng also knew this, and in front of his eyes, a line lit up.

That's the safest - and it's the thread that might force the Shadow's abilities out.

With a grim smile on his face, Sang Zhefeng slowly lifted his retreat, and then stepped on the path he had marked.

The bright red color around him vanished in an instant, leaving only the man with a dagger and sprinting forward.

"Come on, little one!"

Sang Zhefeng said with a smile. (To be continued.) )