Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Black Knight

The skeleton bones were red, like a fire, crystal clear, very slender, like a woman's bones, holding a long sword with cold light, covered with layers of misty green shimmer, and there was a lot of discipline between the shots, delicate, weird, changeable, exquisite, like a spider spinning silk, firmly entangled Zhang Quan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"This bone frame is so beautiful!" blurted out.

"This skeleton is so high in sword skills!" Huang Shang exclaimed, "I only did this step by instinct, and I don't know which knight it was, and what kind of strength it was during his lifetime?" ā€

When people die, the lights go out, and although they turn into skeletons and undead, their sanity is gone, and they can only rely on instinct to fight.

Although Zhang Quan is an earth-level immortal, the big knife in his hand also opens and closes, the tiger and the tiger are windy, the gray and white star power around him fluctuates, and he exerts his strength repeatedly, but he has never been able to break through the skeleton knight's spider-web-like four-foot sword circle, and his range of activity is gradually tightened, and he shouted: "Son, go away, don't take care of me!" ā€

Huang Sheng didn't say anything, secretly thinking that the green light on this skeleton sword didn't know what it was, but it could withstand the power of the earth-level immortals, and he was absolutely out of reach, and if he wanted to save people, he could only peek into the weaknesses in his sword skills.

"The characters I have seen so far are purely in terms of swordsmanship, when Senior Sister Yu has the highest attainment, Tu Nan's swordsmanship is broad and profound, all-encompassing, although this skeleton swordsmanship is high, it has not been able to go beyond this circle......"

Huang Shang looked at it carefully, and his mind flashed when Yu Tunan passed the sword, and his eyes suddenly lit up, he took a few steps closer, and said quickly: "Take a step right, attack its right leg!" ā€

Zhang Quan seemed to have been forced out of breath, and when he heard this, he stepped to the right without thinking, and happened to avoid the thin sword stabbed by the skeleton, and slashed down.

The skeleton move has not been collected, the power is in a subtle node of alternating between the old and the new, like crossing the river just halfway, not enough to convert, Zhang Quan's knife is just like a half-crossing and hitting, and he has won the magic of swordsmanship to avoid false attacks, seeing that, the skeleton also once again shows the pure work before birth, the skeleton of the left hand holds a thin sheath, lightning-like horizontal a little, right in the knife face, a muffled sound, the blade attached to the gray and white starlight was swung three inches, cut down along the surface of the thick leg bone, only scraping off a shallow layer of red gray matter, revealing a dead and miserable white.

"It's a pity!" Xiao Xiao clenched his little fist, and I don't know if it was because of the miss, or because the skeleton knight lost his beautiful image.

The green light flashed continuously, almost becoming a cloud of fog, and the skeleton knight's thin sword trembled, progressing and stabbing, covering the vital point of Zhang Quan's upper body, unpredictable, so that people did not know where he was attacking. Zhang Quan was horrified, and the big knife swung sharply and rolled to the right at the same time, dodging in embarrassment, and a little blood oozed from his chest when he got up.

This straight stab was too fast, and Huang Shang couldn't point out, and Zhang Quan was already injured.

"When Instructor Sloan taught the basic swordsmanship of 'stabbing', he once said that if this style can be practiced to the extreme, no one can stop it with a sword, and the skeleton knight has this style faintly, which is really powerful!"

This thought flashed through his mind, and he only heard Zhang Quan shouting: "This little injury is not in the way, please give me quick advice!" Huang Shang's mouth didn't stop: "Take half a step back from the left, split down the right, take a step forward, attack its left chest......"

Zhang Quan's confidence in him was greatly increased, and he did as he said, gradually seizing the upper hand, after more than a dozen moves, he cut off the skeleton knight's left leg with a knife, and the killing moves came out in a row, and he dismantled it into a pile of red and bright dry bones in one go, and laughed: "Childe is good at martial arts, I am old Zhang Fu!" ā€

Huang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to pick up the thin sword and looked, the cold blade was as bright as a silver thread, and there was a pattern vaguely engraved on the semicircular gauntlet, but unfortunately it was too old to be recognized, and his heart moved, and he was about to take a closer look, when the breeze blew, and the pile of red bones dispersed into light smoke and disappeared into the mist.

Red face and white bones, eventually turned into fly ashes, and there was no trace.

Huang Sheng was stunned, shook his head, leaned over to pick up the scabbard, and said, "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, maybe fight again?" ā€

"This little injury is nothing!" Zhang Quan smiled, not caring at all.

It seemed to sense that the red bone knight was dead, the coercion dissipated, and the skeletons who had been far away surrounded again, and the two of them went north to kill, Zhang Quan took the lead, and between the swings of the big knife, the gray and white starlight flew vertically and horizontally, sweeping off pieces of white bones, and said loudly: "If it weren't for the sudden explosion of the car just now, which injured me, I could have hacked the red bones to death without the guidance of the son!" By the way, Childe wasn't hurt, right? ā€

Huang Shang followed closely, occasionally taking out his sword, getting rid of one or two fish that slipped through the net, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's just that the consumption is very large, and you have to go out early...... What was so unusual about the coachman before it exploded? ā€

Zhang Quan said with shame: "It seems that a red light came over, and he exploded." The villain failed to protect his son, and he is really ashamed. ā€

"It happened suddenly, don't blame Brother Zhang," Huang Sheng said comfortingly, "Where did the red light come from?" ā€

"...... from the left"

Between the words, Zhang Quan swept with a knife, the gray and white starlight roared out, swept away a large area of clear land, very majestic, how did he not say a word, a miserable green color suddenly appeared on his neck, and quickly rushed to his face, his hand was loosened, and the big knife condensed by star power dispersed immediately, and fell softly, Huang Shang was startled, and hurriedly held on, but seeing Zhang Quan's face green, he reluctantly spit out a few words: "I was poisoned, Gong...... Child...... Come on! "As soon as his eyes closed, he passed out.

"The green light on that Red Bone Knight's sword is poisonous!"

Huang Shang stretched out his hand to probe, and felt that Zhang Quan's snort was still stable, and his heart was slightly wider: "It doesn't seem fatal." ā€

"Is this a follow-up change?" ā€

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, I'm not sure." Huang Sheng was about to pick up Zhang Quan, and suddenly felt something different.

Far from approaching, the clicking of the skeletons moving in the fog dispersed, moving away, as if to make way for some superior being.

Call!

A gust of wind blew, the fog rolled away, and for a moment, Huang Shang ignored it, pulled out his feet and ran, and suddenly stopped.

In the dissipating mist, a knight stepped out, half a foot white bone horse under his crotch, dragging a seven-foot black dragon spear backwards, his whole body was caged under the black heavy armor, only a black hole was exposed under the helmet, and he stared straight at it, the cold air was clear, he felt his breath, heavy and condensed, and he was stronger than the red bone knight just now.

"This is already the periphery of the battlefield, how can such a monster appear!" Xiao Xiao gasped and screamed in horror.

The black knight was on the horse, the pressure was like a mountain and the sea, and waves were about to smash over, Huang Shang's face turned pale, cold sweat came out on his forehead, his legs and stomach trembled, and he felt that his whole body weighed more than a thousand pounds on his back, like a boulder, and he was about to lose his breath.

Half out of fear, half out of the instinctive stimulus reaction of creatures meeting natural enemies, Huang Shang only felt that his head was almost a mess, and the slightest reaction was not enough.

In the midst of the viscous paste, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Watch your emotions!"

The voice of the unborn is delicate and tender, like a clear spring, from the soul, gurgling through the heart.

Huang Shang was excited, as if he had woken up from a dream, and recalled this sentence like lightning, and then the previous paragraph of the notes of "The Land of Twilight" poured out in his mind, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

"The essence of my family's blood alchemy is how to transform emotional power into source blood ......"

"Emotions come from the heart, the source blood is born in the heart, the former is virtual and the latter is real, the essence of transformation, the first is observation, the second is to read God's ......"

Needless to say, the method of "chanting God" mentioned in the notes is the method of strengthening the power of the soul in Huang Shang's view, and it is the key to the key, the bridge on the bridge, but unfortunately there is no record, so it has to be replaced by "Sitting and Forgetting", Huang Shang has been thinking hard for many days since he got this book, and it is difficult to break several in a row, but unfortunately there is still the last major key that has not been penetrated, and he has never been able to start cultivating.

"So my fear is like this......"

Taste carefully, sigh slightly, in the desert and nothingness, the fear that penetrates into the bones merges into a gray-black turbidity stream, injected into the sea of hearts, purified and transformed through multiple secret words, first into a trace of pure glass, vast as the sky of wonderful power, and then in an instant between birth and death, turned into thunder and lightning, seeped into blood, turned into a drop of clear source blood, into the eight drops of source blood, with the heartbeat, flowing all over the body.

All kinds of changes are only in the mind, as fast as lightning, the outside world is less than a moment, Huang Shang is still pale, standing still.

Just refining a drop of source blood, there is a small breakthrough, but it does not help much to the current predicament, compared with the terrifying black knight, it is still far inferior.

But Huang Shang is no longer afraid.

Xiao Xiao suggested: "Use the Qinglian Sword Jade!" ā€

"Perhaps the enemy is hoping that we will do that," Huang said, "can the shield of the entire Tree of Life block its blow?" ā€

"It should be possible," said Xiao Xiao quickly, "the tree of life is not so simple, but I am afraid that if it is too powerful, you may be seriously injured. ā€

Huang Shang said categorically: "You summon the Feathered Dragon Beast, and I'll block it!" ā€

The shield of the bloodline weapon is about to be turned into a shield, but it takes time to summon the Feathered Dragonmon, and although it is short, it is enough for the Black Knight to launch an attack.

The Black Knight's terrifying aura suddenly appeared with a strange interruption.

The two of them immediately grabbed it, and in the imprint of their hearts, the little face was full of solemnity, and with a light touch of their fingers, the feathered dragon beast that was floating in the blood of the yellow clothes roared, turning into a blood mist and gushing out of the body.

The change immediately triggered an attack.

Rumble!

The white-bone war horse stepped on with its hooves raised, and the cold light flashed on the edge of the seven-foot dragon spear, and the black gas was swirling, and it struck down fiercely.

"Shield!"

One step earlier, Huang Shang's back was like a spring, and he threw Zhang Quan away, and then retreated violently, short, holding a shield and slapping the tip of the gun obliquely.

The black dragon lance flanked the dark green shield, and an avalanche-like fury violently slammed inward, and the shield was dented inward.

Huang Shang's face turned pale.

Feathered Drake Beast appears.

The crack collapsed.

The Feathered Dragon Beast started, caught Zhang Quan, and accelerated with all his might.

The round shield creaked and made your teeth ache.

The dragon lance slid and whistled past his ears.

For a moment, Huang Shang smelled death.

A strand of hair was swept by the tip of the spear, turning into ashes, and the yellow robe spurted blood and plummeted out, landing on the back of the feathered drakemon.

The Feathered Drake ran wildly.

The white-boned war horse pursued out, and the black knight suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the dragon spear stabbed in the air.

Collapse!

An invisible spiritual connection broke inch by inch, extending beyond the fog of the ancient battlefield, on a small hill.

"Out of control!"

The six vampires who formed a six-pointed formation woke up in shock, reluctantly turned into blood bats, flew into the night sky, and asked one of the people who followed closely, "Mr. Winder, why are you so troublesome?" That immortal has been poisoned, and any of us can kill that kid!" ā€

Wende said coldly: "Do you really think he was poisoned? ā€