This nameless valley ushered in the sunrise of the next day, and also welcomed a new uninvited guest.

He was an old elf, his hair had turned silvery-white and fluttered out from the erosion of time. His legs and feet are still vigorous, and he is not much better than young people, and when he walks, he is vigorous and lifts off fallen leaves all the way. Behind him, he carried a pitch-black ebony bow and a handful of ebony arrows.

Good archers don't need to carry too many arrows, they only release them when they are sure of them.

As the elf walked into the valley, he looked as he went, looking for his old friend, who had been invited today.

After walking some distance, he finally saw the familiar figure in the woods, and smiled knowingly.

The person on the other side, like him, has become an old man.

In the sunlight, he could vaguely imagine what this old friend looked like when he was young.

It's as if time has gone back decades in this instant.

It's a beautiful illusion.

"Lance, my old friend, you're finally here." Boena, who had been waiting here all night, greeted him with a smile, the scimitar on his back shining brightly.

"You guy is always very arrogant, and I can't set an exact time, so I don't know what time to come." Lance laughed too, his face stacked with several wrinkles.

"Hehe, if you ask me to come over, I will definitely make the appointment time accurate to the hour, or even the minute, and then go to the appointment at that point in time, not half in advance. Not to mention being half a late. ”

"It's courtesy."

"Your temper really hasn't changed at all."

"Elves aren't as fickle as you humans."

While the two were talking, they had already come to face to face, and the two stretched out their palms together. hugged each other in his arms. This is a man's hug, not only warm, but also masculine.

The hug lasted for a few seconds, and then the two let go, each stepping back some distance.

"You're old, I'm old, we're all old." Bona sighed.

"Time is the fairest thing in the world. It will take away the youth of everyone in the world. Lance dragged his chin and thought for a moment, "How many years have we not seen each other?" Fifty years, or sixty years? ”

"I counted it last night, and I haven't seen each other in sixty-two years."

"Time flies. More than 60 years have passed in a blink of an eye. It's as if it happened yesterday. It's like a dream. It is often said that life is like a dream, and it is not false at all. ”

"yes. When we used to duel here, we were all young men. You were so handsome back then. Boehner smiled and looked at the valley around him, the lush flowers and trees, as if he was also discussing the topic of time with them.

The physical structure of the races in this world is much the same, and the average life expectancy is basically the same, whether it is the human race or the elf race, the orc race or the goblin race. The average life expectancy is around 70 years. Ordinary people can live to be seventy years old, and they can be regarded as old birthday stars. Those who are physically strong can greatly extend part of their lifespan. Often, the stronger the strength, the longer the lifespan, but it is impossible to reach the point of immortality, and living to two hundred years old is the limit.

The two old men each found a stump and sat down, and talked about the past, both of them had wine on them, and they drank as they chatted. The smell of alcohol is mixed with the floral flavor and becomes a flavoring agent for chatting.

The two chatted for a long time, at first reminiscing about what happened before, and then began to talk about their respective experiences after separation.

Unlike Boena, who lived a lonely life, Lance later married a wife and had two children, one of whom died young in a war, and the other had already started a new family and was doing well.

Bona was very envious of Lance, but he didn't show it too much.

Gradually, the conversation shifted to the combat aspect.

"Bona, you were really famous a few years ago, and I often heard rumors about you in Purple Flower Harbor. Greatsword. Thor, Death Trickster. Garth, Spark Blaze. Alec, you defeated all of these people, right? Lance asked with a smile.

"The first two were defeated by me, and the latter one was misinformation and had nothing to do with me. A few years ago, I perfected the 'Eight Directions Ghost Shadow Stream' technique a lot, and in order to test the power of this genre, I found many people to duel, and I was more active. It's that you've always kept a low profile, and rarely heard rumors about you. Boehner said.

"Well, when I had conflicts with others in the early years, I implicated my family and almost killed my family by the enemy. Since then, I've kept a much lower profile and rarely contradicted people. ”

"In that case, your archery skills must have regressed a lot."

"Who told you?" Lance glanced at his old friend.

"I guess." Boehner shrugged.

"You guessed wrong, although I rarely fight with people's lives, but archery has not fallen, I also practiced in summer and winter, and my strength has not only not retreated, but has improved a lot."

"Since you say so, then I'm going to have to learn a good lesson, just like we did when we were younger, and have a good fight with you." Boehner laughed and stood up from the stump.

"Hehe, you kid is still so active." Lance also stood up, "If you want to beat me, I'll fight with you, just remember our youth." ”

"It's been a long time since I've learned the art of 'Eye Flow' archery, and I hope you won't let me down." Boehner walked into the distance, distanced himself from his old friend, and prepared for a duel.

Lance, like Bona, is also a pioneer of the genre, except that he created the school of archery, while Bona created the school of warfare, and the two used a bow and a sword.

"Don't worry. I won't let you down. Lance smiled and took off the ebony bow behind his back, his old eyes glowing with the vigor of his youth, and the essence of his pupils burst out.

The two kept pulling apart until they were fifty yards apart. Only then did he stop.

"Can we begin?" Bona asked. The duel was imminent, and the relaxed smile on his face was no longer visible.

Lance replied with action, pulling the ebony bow in his hand into a half-moon. The bowstring of this bow is made of a special material, and when it is opened, it is lifeless.

"Good." Boena's eyes flickered, and he disappeared in place, rushing towards his old friend like a beast. He changed his position as he ran, his footwork under his feet was like a lost phantom, and his figure was erratic.

The "Eight Directions Ghost Stream" he pioneered is a genre that focuses on dodging and attacking directions. With the enemy as the center, it is divided into eight directions, and when attacking, it is necessary to choose the most unguardable position of the enemy. When retreating, pick a position that is difficult for the enemy to catch up with.

In an instant, Bona had already rushed in front of Lance, and in a flash, he went directly to Lance's side. and slashed the scimitar in his hand.

At this critical juncture. Lance closed his eyes and felt the world around him in a more esoteric way. Ordinary people see the world with their naked eyes, but he sees the world with his heart's eyes!

When you close your eyes, you can sometimes see more clearly than when you open them.

Shoot arrows with your eyes closed, this is the peculiarity of the "heart eye flow" archery.

Lance turned around and struck Boehner's scimitar with the ebony bow in his hand, which he could use not only for ranged combat, but also for hand-to-hand combat!

In this short moment. The two exchanged views several times, and the ebony bow shook the scimitar. Knees collide with arms, elbows slide to neck, and doors to doors.

Listening to the muffled sound of banging and banging, the two people who were entangled suddenly separated and reopened the distance. If you look closely, you can find that the two of them have left red marks on their heads and arms.

Not long after the two separated, several circles of air rippled in the place where the previous confrontation had occurred, sweeping the surrounding fallen leaves and dust, flying in all directions. This is a sign that the two are a little faster than the wind!

"It seems that you really didn't drop your archery, you have a lot of power and speed." Boehner grinned, "After confirming your current strength, I don't need to make any more tentative attacks, and the next time I make another move, I will use all my strength, you should be careful." ”

"I should leave that to me." As soon as Lance finished speaking, an ebony arrow came out, and ordinary people couldn't see how he shot it.

The arrows brought up a chilling energy, rubbing against the air with a piercing screech, and the energy stretched out like white wings, each one extremely sharp, enough to sharpen iron like clay!

The speed of the arrow was very fast, and in an instant, it was already in front of Bona.

Bona's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly used the dodging technique of the Eight Directions Ghost Shadow Stream, and his figure instantly faded, dodging like a ghost.

The arrow flew through the air and slammed into the mountain wall, causing a massive explosion. The energy dispersed, destroying the place where it passed, and a large amount of rubble scattered in all directions.

In the next moment, Lance pierced through the smoke and dust, appeared in front of the damaged mountain wall, reached out and grabbed it. The arrows that had entered the cracks in the rocks were re-caught. He put the arrow on the bowstring and aimed it at Bona again. out.

The two of them started a fierce battle back and forth, exerting their strength to the extreme, and their bodies changed frequently, using one powerful attack after another.

The valley was then hit by the seedlings, and the attack spread it, and many craters and fissures appeared, as if there had been an earthquake.

Jiang is still old and spicy, don't look at the fact that these two people have already entered old age and stepped half of their feet into the coffin, but in terms of strength, I don't know how much higher than when they were young.

The duel lasted for a long time, but it turned out to be evenly matched, and no one was able to defeat anyone.

Boehner coughed in the smoke and coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was mainly due to the pain, not because he was injured. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, not taking it seriously.

"Old friend, it seems that it is impossible to defeat you with ordinary combat skills, and only with my strongest combat skills can I defeat you. But this skill is too powerful, even I can't control it, do you dare to take my move? Boehner waved his hand, shook away the smoke and dust in front of him with his strength, and looked at the opposite side.

"What's not to dare about, it just so happens that I also have a unique skill to press the bottom of the box, and the two of us will use our respective tricks to decide the winner!" Lance gladly took the challenge.

"Good! Let's have a blast today! Boehner laughed loudly, and then prepared himself for a trick. He raised the scimitar in his hand high.

Lance also used his trick and snapped three arrows in one go.

The bodies of the two erupted with a momentum that rushed into the sky, forming waves of qi. Blowing away all the debris around me.

"Ahh

"Ahh

When the strength of the two reached its peak, they let out an earth-shattering roar at the same time, and then each performed their own tricks.

Bona split into ten, turned into ten different phantoms, and rushed towards Lance with his sword. These ten illusory shadows are virtual and real, seemingly illusory, but they can also make real attacks. It's unpredictable.

Lance shoots three arrows together. went out, and each of the three arrows flew out with amazing energy. It spun out at different angles, weaving together in mid-air to form an astonishing storm of energy.

The storm of energy slammed into the ten phantoms, and these phantoms collapsed at the touch of a button, shattering and dissipating.

But there were many more phantoms that avoided the storm of energy. Rushed to Lance himself.

At this critical juncture. The energetic storm that flew out turned around, circled back, and bombarded the remnants of the phantom again!

The remnants were shattered one by one, and in the end, only a phantom remained.

The phantom was actually Bona himself, and with a loud roar, he slashed the scimitar in his hand at Lance, sending a chilling aura at the blade.

The remaining strength storm also slammed into Bona's back at this time.

The offensive of both men was too strong. It's like spilled water, which can't be taken back.

And the attention of both of them at this time was all on the battle. Didn't think much about it at all.

"Boom!"

The blade fell, the arrow flew by, the light became brighter and brighter, and two old figures flew out upside down, each falling to the ground.

The aftermath of the battle subsided, and the valley returned to its former calm.

The two old men were lying on the ground, both of them were seriously injured to varying degrees, and their bodies were full of shocking wounds, and a large amount of blood seeped out of the wounds, staining the ground red. The two of them each took holy water to stop their injuries, but some injuries could not be cured by relying on holy water.

"Bona, you're really good at this move." Lance scrambled to his feet, his body shaking.

"Your archery skills are not bad, which greatly exceeded my expectations." Boehner also stood up, and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the collision just now sharply aggravated his condition.

"This fight was very painful, but ......," Lance said, and vomited a mouthful of blood, "my wound seems to be a little too serious, I'm afraid it won't be cured." ”

"I'm a little more injured than you, plus I've had a terminal illness before, so I'm going to die this time." Bona smiled miserably, "I really can't stand you this time, and when I was dying, I pulled you as a backpad, causing you to be seriously injured." You feel like you're going back to someone to heal. ”

"If I still heal my fart wound, it's already a miracle that I can still walk now." Lance shook his body, leaned against a tree, and slowly sank.

"You can't walk?"

"Well, I can't walk."

"This ...... I'm so sorry......" Bona walked towards his old friend, his face full of guilt, a fart. The stock sat down next to the old friend.

"What's the use of talking about that now." Lance waved his hand, "Fortunately, both of us are a hundred years old, and we are living enough." ”

"I've lived enough."

The two of them were dying, and they even struggled to speak, and after saying a few words, they all fell into silence.

As time passed, the two became weaker and weaker.

"I mean, we can't just sit here and die, can we?" Lance said suddenly.

"You mean to dig a grave by one while you still have a little strength?" Bona asked rhetorically.

"The grave or something is a trivial matter, the strength of the two of us is a major matter, we can't let the strength of the two of us waste in vain, let's transform it into the power of inheritance before we die."

"It makes sense, and it will also benefit future generations."

"My family knows about my coming here, and if I don't go back for a long time, they will definitely come to me. After the two of us leave the power of inheritance, it is likely that it will be obtained by my family, don't you mind? ”

"Fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders, and it is better to leave the power of our inheritance to your family than to outsiders. Give my legacy to your family, so that I can be a little better, after all, it is because of me that you have fallen to this field. ”

"Okay, then let's start the transformation." Lance slowly closed his eyes.

Bona closed his eyes as well.

The power of transformation and inheritance is actually not that complicated, as long as the strength reaches a certain level, it can naturally be mastered, regardless of the profession.

As long as you burn your body with your power and condense the essence into a ball, you can leave the power of inheritance. This includes the power itself, as well as a part of the memory.

"Poof! Burst! ”

With two muffled sounds, the bodies of Bona and Lance spontaneously combusted, and flames of different colors appeared, which were the fire of power and the fire of life.

Under the burning of the flames, the bodies of the two gradually melted, and the flesh and blood were burned out, and finally only the skeleton remained.

Two balls of light levitated from the white bones and floated in mid-air, which was the inheritance power of the two of them.

……

"Alright, let's go down." An Rui stood on the top of the mountain and waved his hand at the bottom of the mountain, from which he could vaguely see the two floating balls of light.

Ever since he came to this cave, Anrui has been leading people to stay here, waiting for Bona and Lance to appear. The terrain here is very high, as long as they don't shout, these two strong people will definitely not be able to find it.

Things were just as he expected, there were no waves, and things went well.

The two strong men both received the bento, and both left their respective inheritance powers.

The next thing to do is to go down and pick up the leak. (To be continued......)