"I don't know what you're talking about, but the time has come. Serafi Evante frowned, the other party's muttering look made him a little confused, but he didn't want to waste any more time, "If there are any unfulfilled wishes, let's continue on the Yellow Springs Road!"

The blade swings down.

"No, you haven't found her yet, sir!"

The square was silent, and the words on the gimbal were like a clear cold spring that extinguished the confusion in the black-haired man's heart.

The long-stagnant star array was activated again, but this time, it seemed to be with some kind of active consciousness that began to operate.

"But I never thought about how such a weak self could redeem her love!"

The scimitar above his head slowly fell like a slide, and the black-haired man reopened his eyes, he smiled and shifted the angle of his head, and the longsword in his hand once again stretched out a sharp thrust.

And those silver eyes were like a new life, firmly and persistently facing the edge of death.

The black-haired man quickly swung his sword to separate the sharp blade hanging from his head, and quickly turned around and kicked at the male Drow. In an emergency, the other party held the knife horizontally in front of his chest, but the heavy numbness from the palm of his hand forced him to take a few steps back.

Serafi staggered to steady himself, and he looked incredulously at the black-haired man in front of him, who seemed to have changed into a human.

"You, how is that possible?"

The brunette man is immersed in his own world, driving his body frantically.

The instinct to overcome thinking is to happily accept this change in the dark-haired man, whose tough body is like a sponge, quickly absorbing and digesting past exercises and knowledge, and imprinting the pace of action and attack in the depths of the brain in a very short time.

This is a spontaneous and uncontrollable behavior. The silent black-haired man didn't realize that unintentionally, the soul of the original world and the body were merging quickly and tightly together, inseparable.

The mutant sword in Zhuge was happily and excitedly displaying its icy edge, slashing through the air from time to time, making a high, crisp sound. Strangely, in the face of the other party's sword blade, the chief of the Evant family's martial arts could vaguely hear an inaudible wail, and he felt as if he was facing more than just a black-haired man.

Rather, it is made up of thousands of arachnid drows forgotten in the wilderness, screaming and experiencing a cycle of hope and disappointment.

A strange and resentful black mist quickly climbed up the sword's body, and from a distance, a black tornado that cracked and danced wildly on its customary right arm. Beneath this layer of mist, silver points of light were hidden in the gloom, and the bright color set off the black-haired man's face even more eerie.

Zhuge raised his head and looked at the faint darkness in the air, his eyes full of war.

"If the front is difficult, I will overcome all obstacles, and if there is danger, I will proudly approach. ”

"I want this weakness, there is nothing to hide, I want this sorrow, there is no trace!"

"If you want to stop it, cut it off!"

At a distance of 30 meters between the two, the black-haired man moved.

Zhuge flew forward, the sharpness of the long sword hanging lightly below, only 10 centimeters above the ground, but there was no obstacle to his movements.

The distance between them is only 10 meters.

The sword light flew in, and the meteor-like sword speed smashed forward, and the resentful spirits in the sword body sang and chanted, and the faint black gas fell on the top of the male Drow like thunder.

Serafi ducked, and thunder exploded beside him, carving a deep hole in the ground.

The corners of his eyes jumped slightly, and Drow was shocked, he jumped backwards, and flew down the edge of the ravine towards the pillar not far away.

How can the brunette man let go. He began to speed up, and all kinds of images of ridicule, rejection, and contempt in his heart were cathartic. He roared lowly, following Drow's figure closely, stepping lightly on the mound, a blue star array of light faintly emerging.

Zhuge kept secretly unfolding the energy of the magic net, but he seemed to want to have a head-on duel with the other party, and he was reluctant to throw out a long-range spell, but in Serafi's eyes, he didn't think so, and such a discovery made him afraid and subconsciously slowed down his running speed.

Like a frightened fawn, Serafi made up his mind, jumped up towards the post, stepped on it, and turned around to slash at the black-haired man behind him, but the blade slashed at the black-haired man's head.

The sharp sword was resolute, and the metallic sound of the swords intertwined reverberated in the bodies of the two, but the people in the audience couldn't help but cover their ears.

Serafi grinned, and the black-haired man was silent.

The pillar became the focus of the chase, the sword indifferent, and the slash was always directed at the neck and head of Drow, while the male Drow occasionally showed dexterity, and the scimitar pointed straight at the man's lower abdomen.

The black-haired man was able to block the knife, but a deep cut was still made on the side of his lower abdomen, and the scarlet was leaking, and the mist and blood were mixed with the leather cloth turned out, revealing a terrifying large piece of flesh and blood.

But the other party was no better, the sword pierced the left shoulder of the drow man, and quickly pulled out, tearing and pulling, bringing out a blurred mass of cartilage tissue, leaving only a deep hole in the wound.

After a fierce hand-to-hand encounter, the two tacitly separated the distance again, and used this hard-won time to buffer.

The pain was indescribable, and the black-haired man was clutching the wound in his lower abdomen, gasping for breath, greedily absorbing the air around him, but still staring directly at the other party, without saying a word.

Serafi's left hand drooped, his shoulders trembled violently, the scimitar in his hand was slightly raised but lowered, he gritted his teeth and glared at the black-haired man, the angry male Drow wanted to bite the other into his stomach and eat him alive.

He endured the paralysis of his nerves, re-struck a dual-wielding stance, and gritted his teeth to express his grievances.

"Hmm, how is that possible?"

The black-haired man didn't say a word, he calculated the distance between the two—another short 30 meters.

"The other party is very strong, so strong that even the ability to use the Rose pendant cannot affect the other party's mind. Not long ago, the image of being hit in succession was still fresh in my memory, but at this time, the mood of the black-haired man was already very different from before, and in his heart, the fear was slowly disappearing, and in its place, there was a strong sense of excitement.

"The other party is stronger than you in terms of experience and adaptability, so you must not give the other party the time to recuperate. ”

The black-haired man shot directly, he gave up his original idea of being a little tricky, and let his mind keep up with his actions. Zhuge frantically drove the energy of the magic net, and subconsciously he prepared a small spell - a skill that could be released quickly.