Serafi continued to drive the potential in his body like a frenzy, his arms were bruised, and the twin knives in his hands were slightly tilted, guiding the black-haired man's sword peak towards one side. Immediately after, Drow took a strong step forward, and the yellow smoke and dust tumbled up along the vibration of the ground, and the sharp twin knives took advantage of the momentum to cut two terrible cold rays in the air around him.

The long sword was pushed aside by the opponent's dexterous movements, and Zhuge was shocked to find that the twin knives were slashing towards his defenseless chest at this time.

The black-haired man subconsciously staggered his position, and he tried to draw his sword to return.

But the other side is faster!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the black-haired man's chest, and he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a huge mallet. Although there is no skin injury, the inner qi and blood are quietly reversed.

"Is this an experience gap?"

The black-haired man hurriedly gasped for breath at the moment of withdrawal, but the next wave of the opponent's attack came as scheduled.

"Ah!" Zhuge shouted vigorously, and although he hurriedly turned around, he still met the other party's sword light.

The long sword broke through the defense line on the inside of the double knife ahead of time, and the black-haired man tried to repeat his old trick, using the advantage of the sword length to defuse the opponent's grappling.

Evant's left-handed scimitar quickly retracted, and tapped the tip of the sword with the knife from top to bottom, the blade broke through the edge of the blade, dissolving and dissipating the sword power that the black-haired man hastily slashed out. Then, holding the scimitar in his right hand, he slashed diagonally at the other party, and further narrowed the distance between him and the black-haired man.

"Whew. The black-haired man gasped for air, dense beads of sweat oozing out of his skin.

The crisis was like death around Zhuge , he wanted to calm down and think calmly, but the other party seemed to have discovered his intentions and did not give himself a chance.

"We must find a way out!" The black-haired man endured the other party's slash stubbornly, but the metal inside had already emitted a sharp scream, if he continued to be suppressed by the other party, then he would face the end of the knife without the protection of the metal soft armor.

Zhuge thought about it, and he rushed towards Serafi sideways and tried to break through the opponent's defense with his shoulder. At the same time, the small blue six-pointed star array that flickered in his left hand quietly gathered magical energy. He didn't do any more hiding, which was originally the black-haired man who was a mage as a weapon to kill.

The touch of the shoulder came as expected, and the black-haired man immediately threw out the red flame sphere that he had secretly prepared towards the other party, the red color smashed into the opponent with an extremely high temperature, and the strong explosion stirred up bursts of yellow sand on the turbid ground, and the dense curtain fascinated the black-haired man's eyes, and formed a waterfall in front of him, separating himself from the figure of the male drow.

"Got it?"

However, the agile form of the dark elf spun rapidly in the yellow dust, and Drow's lilight form was like a brilliant waltz.

From time to time, bursts of knife light stabbed from strange angles, but they kept cutting through the black-haired man's body.

Blood splattered.

No matter how hard you tried, the dust that had been thrown from the battle in the square was like a photograph of her being torn apart and discarded in the air, and eventually sliding helplessly to the heavy ground.

Death is not the end, but despair is eternal.

Serafi stood in front of him, straightening up and looking down slightly at the black-haired man holding his sword. The male drow looked at the other with a haughty expression, and his eyes were more contemptuous than confident.

The stinging pain in his whole body had already dispelled Zhuge power, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sharp thorn on the hilt of his sword also subsided secretly.

In front of him, the male Drow stepped out of his steps again, and he sold himself slowly, step by step, but his short body was like a huge mountain, rushing towards him.

The dust in the square was windless, and the flying particles gradually became clear, some of which even slapped on his face, mixed with the blood flowing from his forehead to blur his face.

In his eyes, there was always dirty dust mixed with tears that confused him into the other's gaze, in his ears, there was always a murmur that interfered with his hearing to recognize the direction of movement, in his arms, there were always trembling nerves that disturbed the direction of his strength, and in his legs, there was always gravity like a thousand pounds that hindered his progress.

Evant's martial arts chief walked up to the other party, looking at the black-haired man's struggling figure, he shook his head, and as if deliberately, he kicked hard towards the blade of the sword.

But the black-haired man seemed unconscious, immersed in his own world.

"External forces can never change the fact of weakness. ”

Under Serafi's kick, the black-haired man sped backwards like a cannonball. The male drow rushed forward and picked up a powerful spinning second kick before his opponent hit the ground.

"Speaking out is always a manifestation of the self-paralysis of the weak. ”

Zhuge was in a trance, and the crisp cracking sound under his ribs made him forget all the pain. Serafi grabbed the other man by the collar and picked the black-haired man from the ground, swinging his scimitar and slashing it down at his chest.

The metal shattered, and the black-haired man felt a sweetness in his throat, and he couldn't suppress the urge to vomit, spurting out the blood hidden in his chest and lungs.

"There is no tenacity of souls, but only a shell with idleness. ”

Serafi's elbow shot dissipated the blue circle that the dark-haired man had secretly gathered, and the scimitar he held behind him added a new wound to the opponent's left arm.

"You think it belongs to you, but in the end, it's someone else's!"

The male Zhuo Er sneered at Zhuge in front of him, who was like a waste man, and for him, there was no need to remember his name. His right hand was raised high, and the sharp knife edge was aimed at the black-haired man's head, and the cold light flickered!

"Now, do you have anything else to say, maybe this will be your last words in this world. Serafi laughed insolently.

The words of ridicule resounded all around, and the black-haired man seemed to have not heard it, and there was a ray of starlight in his indifferent eyes.

"I always look at the world from the perspective of a bystander, forgetting that I am being entangled in reality. ”

"I've always used my own cleverness, but I don't know how to be strong and don't need to pretend. ”

"I've always fantasized about being able to hug you again, but I don't understand why you're leaving. ”

"I always took it for granted that you would come back to me, but I couldn't realize that it was because of weakness that I let you go. ”

Sehiris in the audience held her father's arm tightly, and for some reason, she looked at the black-haired man worriedly, "Father, he, did he give up like this?"

But the chief martial artist didn't speak, he muttered as if relieved.

"No, he is repenting, and he is also realizing that only when a person truly sees his weakness can he have the heart of a strong man. But then he shook his head, as if complaining, "It's taken so long." ”