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The black figure gradually appeared, but he was still dressed in black.

The man was dressed in a black scholar's uniform - white with a black lining, a black cloth belt tied around his waist, and an ancient folding fan pinned to it. He wore a scarf on his head, tied up his long black hair, and matched his face as warm as jade, just like an ancient scribe.

He has a saber tied around his left waist, an ordinary black scabbard, an ordinary white hilt, only the simple and atmospheric shape, the simple pattern, and the sword spike tied with a red rope, hanging something like a jade pendant, which together illustrates the extraordinaryness of this sword.

"Tut-tut......"

After seeing this person, Duan Qing smacked his mouth and shook his head. He simply sat down on the pitch black ground, then pressed one hand to his knee and the other to support his chin, and began to talk to himself.

"Let me think about ......"

"You're planning to play with the illusion to the end, aren't you?" He said as if he was asking the man a question, and the person on the other side didn't seem to pay attention to him: "So you ...... Got such a place. ”

"Hey, this place is too dark, isn't it costly for the producer to make a background......" His eyes glanced around: "At least put a few pieces of furniture, or make a table, huh...... Now it should be at the top of the tower, you can tear off the roof and make a place that resembles the top of the Emerald Top...... Ha, after playing for so many years, it seems that I can also be a planner or something......"

The man stretched out his right hand, stretched it flat forward, then palmed it up, hooked his fingers, and made a defiant gesture.

Duan Qing also ignored it.

"But to be honest, you still do a lot of ......" Duan Qing looked at the other party with a smile: "It's quite ...... My demeanor back then. ”

The man still didn't speak. He reached the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and drew it.

"But, ah......" Duan Qing continued to rub his chin and look around: "Since you can do me so well, why can't the surrounding scenes be done......

"Well, I can understand that ...... Is there some other reason, because of the character attributes? Hidden attributes? Or is it pure luck? Hey, there's something to say, I haven't figured it out yet......"

Seeing that person began to slowly walk towards him, Duan Qing waved his hands together: "Or is it because I encountered something that shouldn't be touched before?" But the others didn't do anything unusual along the way, although they didn't seem to be here......"

There were ripples in the air, and the figure of the scribe who was walking forward with a sword suddenly disappeared in place. The ground on which he had been standing, the fluctuations caused by the violent force of the stampede, were generating from the ground and air there, and then spreading.

"Hey, the gentleman doesn't move his hands......"

That person suddenly appeared in front of Duan Qing, but he still maintained the posture of holding the sword forward, as if the space between them had been erased in an instant. The scholar stopped, then handed the sword in his hand.

As if in response to the other party's thunderous attack, a whistling sound came from the distant darkness, cutting through the space around the two of them, and then echoing in the night sky farther away.

The next moment, the sound of the air whistle turned into a thin whisper, echoing in Duan Qing's ears.

Duan Qing struck upwards with force, unleashed a sword as fast as lightning, and then rolled backwards, flicking bright red blood, leaving the opponent's attack range.

"This is the Swift Shadow footwork...... I have to say, I was still scared......"

The sword still slashed through his chest, and the bloody upper body looked terrifying, but it didn't look lethal enough.

"Mengzhu didn't show up, so that means...... They were in the same situation as me, ahem......" He slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position, clutching the scars on his chest, blood flowing from his fingers and dripping to the ground: "I'm curious...... Did they encounter the illusion too? ”

"They...... Do you have the same past as me? ”

The man remained silent, as if the murmuring had nothing to do with him. So Duan Qing struggled to put his sword in front of him, looking like he wanted to fight.

"Whew...... ...... he gasped, and there seemed to be blood foaming from the corners of his mouth: "No, but, ...... can see you under such circumstances" He looked at the other party and grinned: "I'm really happy......"

"Blade of the Broken Heavens."

It was like a sword light driving a figure, and with a sword roar, the black-clothed scholar attacked him again at an extremely fast speed.

Despite his quick use of the parrying stance, the tremendous force slammed into Duan Qing's short sword, and the weapon and arm were swung to the side, and he staggered backwards, then stumbled to the ground. Perhaps because the force of the shock was too strong, Duan Qing this time was covered in blood, and he struggled back and forth on the bright red pitch-black ground for a while, and then lay on the spot and did not move, as if he would never stand up again.

The scholar with the sword maintained the posture of raising the sword, and did not move for a long time.

"Hey, I can't fool you......" Duan Qing, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead for a long time, turned over and got up with a "whew", patting the non-existent dust on his body like no one else: "Could it be that this illusion is related to me?" As long as I don't die, I won't disappear? ”

The black-clad scholar did not answer.

"Forget it." Duan Qing raised his hands: "When I was young, I wasn't as taciturn as you...... So let me do it myself. ”

The scholar walked forward with a gesture.

"From the time we entered the Emerald Forest to the time we climbed to the top of this Emerald Tower, we saw a lot of things." Duan Qing still ignored the phantom who had been trying to kill him, and continued to talk to himself: "But there are realities and illusions in this, although your strength is strong and you have accumulated it for so many years, it should still be quite difficult to make the fake real so that thousands of players and NPCs can't recognize it, and I can even say it boldly...... It's impossible to do. ”

"Because you are not a living being, you have no mind, and if you want to be real, you have to rely on reality."

Duan Qing shook his head: "It's really sad. ”

The black-clad scribe disappeared again in place.

"Please, the routine of fighting with your own phantom has been used up rottenly, and I haven't fought ten times before and I have fought eight times......"

In the sound of metal colliding, the hilts of the two sides collided together, Duan Qing looked at the familiar faces that were close at hand, and with force in his hand, he pushed the sword to set the other party away, and then slashed it with a sword.

The other party also slashed with a sword.

"Or maybe you can't find a stronger opponent than me......"

Duan Qing swung his sword, intending to shake the opponent's sword momentum away. The other party made the same action as him, and the strength of the two collided together, and then the figures suddenly separated. Because of the difference in strength, Duan Qing withdrew more distance than the other party.

"Tsk, you are cheating,......" Duan Qing shouted: "What kind of ability is it to beat me with my full-level number to beat me to a dozen levels?" Although I don't know, the attributes of this character are equivalent to the attributes in the free world......"

The scholar still didn't answer, and slowly approached as usual.

"It seems that it depends on real skills." Duan Qing snorted, then rushed forward, and at the moment when the scholar raised his sword to block it, he suddenly retracted his sword, lowered his body and took a wrong step, and turned to the other party's side.

Then, the other party also took a few side steps and turned to his previous direction. The two reversed directions to each other as if they were dancing, and then confronted each other again.

", I have to say, you learn quite like ......" Duan Qinghou jumped for a moment, and then shook the sword in his hand: "But in this way, you will be more exposed......"

"The system of round dance steps has been improved a little in recent years, especially the evolution of the detailed movements and steps...... I haven't practiced it anyway, and so do you. ”

Duan Qing rushed up again: "It won't keep pace with ...... times"

"Starburst Air Flow Slash!"

Although the name of the move is loud, that sword is an ordinary sword. The other party didn't seem to be frightened by Duan Qing in the slightest, and easily pushed the sword away, and the huge force once again made Duan Qing's arm involuntarily swing to the side, revealing a big flaw.

The scholar was a sword in his chest, Duan Qing leaned back, and although he dodged the fatal attack, due to his lack of physical strength, he sat directly on the ground.

With a snort, the scholar placed the tip of his sword across Duan Qing's neck.

"Hey, the suppression of pure attributes, there's really nothing to say, if you wait for me to have a few more skills and more physical strength......"

As if he didn't intend to continue resisting, Duan Qing just sat on the ground, his hands propped behind his back, and looked up at the enemy in front of him.

In the empty space, the black sky with the same background seemed to be constantly flickering, and there was a rumbling sound coming from afar, like a sweeping storm, and like an impending landslide.

The sound finally came closer, and then turned into a low murmur again: "Leave...... Death ......"

"Hey, what does that mean, do you want me to choose?" Duan Qing said to himself: "What will happen if I don't choose......

The black-clothed scholar's eyes lit up with a black light, and the strength in his hand was gradually increasing, but the last sword did not stab down for a long time.

"Why don't you do it yet? Either you're stalling for time, or you're ...... You really can't kill me. Duan Qing simply raised his head to the sky: "Well, you want me to die, or leave...... But you can't, that is, if my will chooses, these two options will become real......"

He turned his gaze back to the scholar: "Is that so?" ”

The scholar was still expressionless, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense.

"It's really incompetent." Duan Qing sneered and looked at the scholar's hem: "Presumably there are still many things you can't learn...... Emotions are such a thing, you may not understand it for tens of thousands of years, so ......"

"My strongest move, you definitely can't."

It seemed that he was finally impatient, and a cold murderous aura slowly escaped from the scholar's body. The huge momentum rushed towards the face, and the world covered by the night seemed to sense the oppressive force of the black shadow, and began to make a loud noise that shook the sky.

"The illusion is starting to unsettle." Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced around, and Duan Qing said quietly, "Is this putting pressure on me...... Well, I choose ......"

"Starburst Abandons Heal Slash!"

He lunged to the right, his right hand, which was pressed behind him, suddenly raised, and the short sword in his hand slashed at the opponent.

The black-clothed scholar did not react, because the sword slashed in front of the black-clothed scholar without touching him in the slightest. But Duan Qing rolled to the side one by one, and then stood up from the ground, and the black-clothed scholar still didn't move.

Duan Qing covered his neck, which had been scratched when he got up, but he whistled and threw a stone in his hand. It was the sword spike that had hung from the ancient sword before—the previous sword, and he had cut the rope from the spike and grabbed it in his hand.

"Your image is my appearance in the game "Warriors of the Martial Dynasty", and even the moves are similar...... However, if I'm not mistaken, this 'edge', which has accompanied me for most of my life, has no sword spike. ”

He grabbed the green stone on the top of the sword spike with one hand, and then hung it in front of his eyes: "Hmm......"

"This isn't what you really are."

"I don't know what you've been trying to do for thousands of years, but I want to ...... This place, this whole forest, is your masterpiece. ”

The stone flickered and began to glow an eerie green.

"Well, I know, you should have a lot of power, and if I take you for myself now, I may be able to take a step up from the world to the sky......"

"Oh, maybe not." Duan Qing shook his head and said, "These true and false things may just be a natural evolution. ”

He looked back at the back, where the scholar's figure remained silent. The dark world has become even more turbulent because of the flickering of green stones.

"Hello, Emerald." Duan Qing said, returning his gaze to the stone in front of him: "In my world, there is also a stone called jadeite, some of them are green, some are not green, but they are all crystal clear, a very beautiful stone, but ......"

He shook his right hand hard, and the stone shattered in response: "...... I still like jade a little more. ”

A tremor sounded from under his feet, and he looked back with a sense that the dark shadow of the scholar had begun to blur.

"I'm done." He whispered, "Goodbye, old me." ”

The black curtain was like broken glass, falling from the far side of the endless void, white light radiating from the tiny cracks, and then expanding as the cracks spread, gradually taking over the entire space.

The beast's howl came from far away, sounding like the serpent's painful roar.

The dazzling light that turned from black to white filled Duan Qing's line of sight. The next moment, the white curtain was painted with color, gradually forming a picture that Duan Qing had never seen before.

It was a scene made up of pure colors.

The fiery red color, mixed with the color of earthy yellow, in the large area of blue-green particles, bits and pieces of water blue in the middle of the continuous flickering, circulation, sometimes hidden and sometimes extinguished, like a dream. In the distant sky, there seemed to be a spherical object suspended in the air, and it seemed to be constantly rotating. In Duan Qing's inexplicable dull eyes, the spherical object that looked like an alien visitor gradually disappeared into the mist composed of particles of various colors, but the sound that echoed in the sky still pierced through the layers of mountains, piercing Duan Qing's mind.

It was the sound of the bell.

This is the ocean of the elements.

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Under the Emerald Tower, surrounded by the river.

Christine and Freya used their respective powers to set up two lines of ice and fire around them to resist the fearless army of black beetles. Countless insect chirps filled my ears, then transformed into the screams of death and the crackling sound of being burned to ashes by the flames. On the other side of the river, another line of defense made of purple-black mist floated there, faintly echoing with the defensive fulcrum on this side.

The heads of the two great magicians were already covered with beads of sweat - they had consumed a lot of mana, even with their realm, they could borrow the endless elemental power in the surrounding space, but the loss of spiritual power was not enough for them to sustain themselves.

But the expressions of the two remained calm and focused, as if what they were doing had nothing to do with their own life or death.

In the distance, countless black beetles turned into a never-ending black frenzy, gushing out of the forest, and I don't know when it began, some of them flapped their wings, floated from the ground, and then swayed from the low sky.

The expressions of the two froze - in the field of vision ahead, more black insects floated up from the ground, gradually turning into an overwhelming black cloud.

"This feeling of confrontation with the whole world has not been felt in a long time since the 'Battle of Oudes'......" Christine's tone was still calm, but her sister did not answer her words.

Freya bit her lip and thrust her staff into the dirt, wrapping her hands around her sides in a hugging gesture.

One of her arms was held down by Christine next to her.

The elegant blue-robed figure shook his head: "Don't do this, my dear sister. Even if it gets to that point, it should be up to me to ......"

Suddenly, she looked back.

At the top of the Emerald Tower, a white light lit up in the gloomy sky, then gradually spreading, growing larger and expanding like the sun. The people below raised their heads, but they couldn't open their eyes because of the light.

Then, the sun exploded into thousands of four-colored rays of light, shooting out in all directions.

The red light, the blue light, the yellow light, the green light, big and small, endlessly. The least amount of red light dissipated into the air before it flew far, while the most green light continued to expand and erupt, gradually shooting vertically upwards into the sky.

The green light gradually formed a pillar of light, standing straight between heaven and earth, and the irritable air was gradually pushed and blown up, and then turned into a violent and unruly wind, sweeping around.

The wind swayed upwards and shot a large hole in the dark clouds in the sky, dispelling the dark clouds above the Emerald Tower, turning the cloudy sky into a sunny day, and the real sunlight shone down through the gradually growing cloud hole.

Ripples spread in all directions with the wind, slicing under the feet of Christine and Freya, and as they struggled to maintain their form in the wind, endless black beetles swept away like sand in the wind, turning into black dust, and being blown away by the wind to an unknown distance. The ground beneath his feet changed with the slightest fluctuation, from green and full of life to a yellow-brown barren barrenness.

In the distance, the giant trees that survived the black frenzy also faded to their original appearance with the spread of the waves. The two great magicians looked at the former forest they had passed by several times before, and their mouths opened wide in surprise.

Even from what they had seen and heard, they had never seen such a strange sight - the large and small stones standing on the yellow-brown earth, which had been blown by the storm and revealed their true bodies, appeared abruptly in front of everyone like dust and sand that had passed through thousands of years.

It is a stone forest of bright green stones.

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