The two figures in front of them held two identical scimitars. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Caesar lifted his sword and once again fought with the Assassin's deity and shadow clone.

Lightning and flint, streamers flashed, between swords and swords, lightning roared, and black shadows surged.

Caesar faced such an enemy, but he could only use the strength of the swordsman, and the pressure was still very high. Gradually, Caesar's body began to appear one after another blood marks left by the scimitar, and blood splattered in midair.

The tall assassin and his shadow clone moved faster and faster, gradually flickering like a phantom in the night.

Originally, the difference in strength between the two was real, but Caesar relied on the consciousness of the Sword Master and special combat skills to survive until now. However, as time went on, the opponent became more and more relaxed, and Caesar slowly fell to the upper hand.

A thick black mist began to appear around the tall assassin, and it was clear that he was also a rare dark attribute swordsman.

Caesar began to resist and retreated. The electric light flickered, but there was a decline.

A cruel sneer came from under the other party's cloak, and a cold black mist bloomed in an instant.

A gloomy tone drifted along with the words:

"Even with your mere sword master, you dare to stand in front of us?"

The grim smile fluttered again, and obscure and terrifying words spit out from the other party's mouth:

"Let me show you......"

"Eternal Night!"

The black mist suddenly rose up without wind, spreading wildly as if it had been rolled up by a tornado.

Soon, Caesar was completely enveloped in the black mist.

In the black fog, everything is dark. There is no light, no sight, nothing.

Caesar looked around blankly, using all his senses except his eyes to perceive what was happening around him.

The enemy and his shadow clone weaved through the black mist, slashing at Caesar with the scimitar in his hand every now and then.

Caesar barely dodged with the murderous aura of the spell cast at the moment when the enemy attacked, as well as the stirring air. Even so, he was slashed by countless knives. Although the wound avoided the fatal part, the unstoppable flow of blood was not fake.

No matter how strong Caesar is, he is still a human being, and his blood is not endless, so if he continues to lose blood, sooner or later he will fall into a place of no return.

Caesar decided to take a look.

Having made up his mind, he urged all the Prison Thunder Fighting Qi in his body and ran wildly.

A furious thunderbolt began to resound.

Electricity shone in the black mist, as if struggling to break through the black mist.

However, the black mist was swirling and endless, and the electric light was melting the black fog, but the new mist was born out of thin air, endlessly.

Caesar maintained the output of thunder and lightning, and the restless electricity surged wildly, jumping, and collapsing to his left and right, while concentrating on the attacks of the enemies that sprang out from time to time around him.

Hell Thunder Dou Qi carried out indiscriminate attacks, and even he didn't know if he could hit the enemy in this way.

The frantically unleashed lightning strikes did not play a substantial role, only increased consumption. In the midst of the crisis, Caesar had nothing to do.

Carefully figure out what strength you have to get your hands on now.

Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, he still had a powerful power to wield.

Thinking of this, Caesar immediately acted.

Xuanao's silver-white light suddenly lit up, and countless threads of mercury stretched out from his sword.

This silvery-white power is the spatial power that has been silent for a long time.

The silk threads drawn by the silver-white light are extremely complicated, and the silk threads begin to extend out, melting into the space, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

As soon as this silvery-white light appeared, the tall assassin no longer appeared, but hid deep in the black mist, quietly watching what was about to happen.

The tall Assassin seemed to be particularly afraid of the silvery light, perhaps out of caution in his nature, and would wait and see before responding to any unknown.

The silver-white light flowed and flowed, and finally began to take shape.

The silver-white smear was like a comet, spurting above the tip of the sword, emitting light.

"Space Blade!"

The power of quiet space suddenly exploded at this moment.

Caesar swung out a sword, and the silver-white sword qi left a sword mark in mid-air, and the sword mark shifted, piercing the space.

The spatial gap suddenly appeared under this sword, and a terrifying suction appeared in this gap, and the black mist was instantly swept into the spatial crack with a whistling.

Finally, the long black mist disappeared at the end of the space, and the rift soon disappeared with it.

The light returned to Caesar's eyes.

"Space power?"

In this hoarse voice, you can hear the surprise that cannot be concealed in any way.

The tall assassin was shocked, and here, he actually saw the legendary power of space, which was truly amazing.

Although he was frightened by the strength of the power of space, the kid in front of him was only at the level of a mere sword master, and no matter what kind of strength he relied on, it was impossible for him to become his opponent.

All he needed to do now was crush this weak being as quickly as possible to avoid any trouble.

He had to admit that this kid showed his hole cards in an endless stream, and all kinds of strange powers were involved, but none of these could make up for the absolute strength gap.

Sword Sect-level power is no joke.

The tall assassin and his shadow clone were flanked by the same scimitar in their hands.

Black weapons spread out of the hands of the two men, gradually attaching themselves to the two scimitars.

A black mist fills the air, extending above the blade, making it longer and more threatening.

Now, the scimitar in their hands is more like a scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper. Piggybacking on a gently swaying black mist, it threatens people with death.

Caesar smiled miserably.

Although the black fog cage was solved, the huge disadvantage still could not be compensated.

For now, the Assassin seemed to have lost interest in continuing to play.

The Assassin struck, and both figures acted at the same time.

The scimitar streaked across the sky with a black light, the blade flickering, and the black mist approached Caesar's door.

The dark purple electric light struggled to fend off the mist-filled scimitar, and Caesar had no choice but to retreat in the face of the surging black mist.

The two of them came and went, blood stains continued to appear on Caesar's body, black mist shuttled through the wound, the bright red bloody wound instantly began to rot, and black appeared in the wound.

Caesar only felt that these wounds were extraordinarily painful, the pain that touched the heart when the flesh festered.

Caesar shuddered, and forced himself to distance himself from his enemies.

The wounds on his body got worse as time went on. He could clearly feel that the skin and flesh had begun to appear necrotic. Presumably everything is the damn black mist at work.

Caesar forcibly urged the Hellthunder to fight and gave up all defenses.

Denguang seemed to be making a final struggle.

This is indeed Caesar's last chance, if he drags on like this, sooner or later, his body will not be able to bear these festering wounds, and in the end he will only become a dead soul under this scimitar.

It's really the last stand!