"Crackling ......"

The firewood in the campfire made a crisp explosion from time to time, and the bright bonfire dispelled the cold of the night.

Yi Qiupan sat next to the campfire and looked at the ability stretch capsule on the retina, Yi Qiu was not sure if the ability stretch capsule would help him.

However, judging from the description of the ability stretching capsule, the range of items it includes can be said to be very large.

However, because the scope of items it includes is too large, the probability of being able to draw useful items is very small.

Yi Qiu doesn't have many non-professional skills at the moment, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is already idle.

Because Yi Qiu didn't have that much spare time to practice for the time being, with his current level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, he would have to practice for at least a few months before he could improve to one level.

And the Eight Gate Dunjia is a very core ability in the combat system for Yi Qiu at present.

Yi Qiu wasn't sure if the Ability Stretch Capsule would be able to produce items that would promote the Eight Gate Dun Armor, and there weren't many abilities that could be derived from abilities like the Eight Gate Dun Armor, similar to the Gene Lock.

But after thinking about it, Yi Qiu was ready to bid and give it a try.

Although there are not many derivative abilities related to the Eight Gate Dunjia, if he can draw a skill scroll such as the Day Tiger, he can save a lot of practice time.

And now there is nothing to consume in the Yiqiu Comprehensive Network Disaster Coin, and it is a more correct choice to convert the Comprehensive Network Disaster Currency into strength in a timely manner.

"Gollum ......"

Yi Qiu took a sip of bamboo leaf tea warmed by the bonfire, and the air here in Tubo was very dry, which always made people want to drink more water.

Touching his bald head, Yi Qiu sat cross-legged.

There were 11 hours left in the bidding for the Ability Stretch Capsule, and he could get some sleep first.

However, before going to bed, Yi Qiu was going to brush up on Coad's arena first.

I've already saved up nearly a quarter of the redemption points for Atavistic Power, because there are additional rewards for winning streaks, and it's also very generous.

Therefore, Yi Qiu is generally not suitable for the next book now, after all, he is basically in a state of being hollowed out after the next book, and it is difficult to play a relatively high daily winning streak.

Yi Qiu clicked on the panel with his consciousness, and then selected the Kord Arena, and suddenly a new prompt message refreshed on his retina:

"Do you want to enter a random match?"

"Yes."

"Teleporting characters to the battlefield ......"

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In the wilderness-like battlefield, Nasha's eyes closed and adjusted.

It's still early, and it's not too late to wait for the last minute of the countdown on the retina to observe the enemy.

Nassal had already been through 4 fierce battles before, and she needed a short break to adjust her form.

Since that defeat, she has spent at least one hour fighting in the Kord Arena almost every day.

As a half-elf, she is proud and vulnerable.

She could certainly afford to fail, but she couldn't accept her own powerlessness – it was more painful for her than failure.

She renounced the dagger and shield that had brought her safety and food, and took up the elven sword she had discarded—the weapon used by those who had abandoned and expelled her, and she hated the weapon that the world revered.

But she eventually chose to succumb to reality and took up the weapon she once deeply hated.

Because Nashar hated weakness more than she hated the expulsor......

But Nashar has her own pride, and she doesn't choose to turn to an evil god or an Exotic creature that has been active lately.

She never relied on the power she wanted from the gods, she was a half-elf, a martyr, an outcast, and all she could trust was the sword in her hand.

Sadly, the elven crest on the sword burned her dignity like a red-hot soldering iron—the misery of being abandoned as a child made her deeply hate the elves who had expelled her, and she did not want to receive even any help from them.

But she had elven blood in her vein—only half of it, but it still forced her to surrender to the shadows of reality.

She wasn't a very extraordinary person, she didn't have the help of her family, she didn't have the favor of luck, and the only advantage she had was the half of the elven blood that brought her misery and suffering.

She had no choice......

The memories of the enemy clutching her like iron hoops still spurred Nashar like a long whip stained with grains of salt.

She longs to be strong, because that gives her a meager sense of security.

This is the fate of the half-bloods, and it is also the cage between him and them......

The power in her veins allowed her to wield the sharp and ornate elven sword like an arm, but what she presented was not the graceful style of the elves like dancing steps, but full of aggressive murderous intent.

Only the elves who live in the forest and enjoy freedom and ease can dance such a flowing elven sword dance, while the half-elves who fall into the dust wield a struggling fate......

"1 minute and 9 seconds left until the start of the match......

When the retina refreshed a prompt message, Nassal slowly opened her eyes.

The time had come, and it made more sense for her to at least observe her opponent before the fight, which made more sense than for her to rest for one more minute.

When Nashar saw her opponent's appearance clearly, her brown pupils suddenly contracted violently:

"It's him!"

A fatalistic sense of déjà vu came over Nashar, as she gave up her dignity and attachment, when she was about to wash away the shame from her victory.

He reappeared in front of her, standing across from her.

Even if it was still that ordinary appearance, it cast a shadow that oppressed her like a mountain.

Nassal gripped the elven sword tightly in her hand, and something seemed to burn in her eyes.

This time it's different!

Nassa leaned slightly, like a charged female leopard, full of surging strength and vitality.

"There are 3 seconds left until the start of the match......

"There are 2 seconds left until the start of the match......

"One second left until the start of the match......

"The battle begins!"

"Elf-Instant!"

Nashar's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the speed of the explosion made her directly turn into a phantom!

The air was twisting, and the thin, sharp elven sword was like golden lines in the air, as if in an instant Nasha'er had grown two thin golden wings.

The image of the enemy drew closer and closer in Nashar's retina, and finally, when she came into range of the elven sword, she leapt to the side of the enemy!

"Wings slash!"

As if suddenly losing gravity, Nashar moved to the right side of the enemy, while the two elven swords roared through the enemy's body with the potential energy of a charge!

The elven sword arced gracefully through the air, as if the enemy were just a phantom.

Nashar: ?

And just then, Nashar's vision saw that the illusion of the enemy had left in place had vanished, and a huge fist filled her vision......