Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Shadow Passage

"Daddy, how can you be here? here...... This and that world are not the same material plane!"

After Locke's shock, his mind was full of questions, he was very sure that there was a rejection of the high- and middle-level forces in the realm where the Great Tomb was located after the Great Tomb crossed, which made the strength of the Witch King and the Supreme Lord limited, and they could only cast level 50 spells, and even the physical strength was controlled below level 50. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

And this world, not only can the Witch King cast spells freely, but even the spiritual power of Lord Moring is not restricted, and there is absolutely no such terrifying energy repulsion in this realm.

Shadow didn't answer him immediately, staring at Locke with a blank face, and after a moment of silence, he spread out the blade of his own knife in front of Locke's hand.

"Stay on guard. ā€

Locke took the short knife in a daze, and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw his father put his hand on his waist and neatly pull out a ribbed knife from the scabbard that was slung cross-legged on his left side, and then the form gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely from his vision.

"It's gone!"

Mo Du's pupils, who were standing in the distance and gritting his teeth and watching, suddenly contracted, and the silver-haired assassin disappeared again, and disappeared with his breath, just like when he appeared just now, without a trace, just like a soul hunter from the underworld.

No, you can't fight the way you used to!

Mo Du took a deep breath, closed his bloodshot eyes, let go of the hand covering the tip of the knife on his abdomen, and placed it on his ears that were wrapped in bandages.

Turning off the two senses, his awareness of the killing intent around him is more acute than before, and even Locke's location can be clearly found, the world seems to have lost any phenomenon except killing intent, and he can "see" every creature that is fighting and wants to fight in the dark.

However, he still had no sense of the presence of the silver-haired assassin.

"Calmness is a matter of moments. ā€

The perception of killing intent has given him a heart eye that is sharper than his true eye, and what he has to do is to react in a timely and rapid manner when the heart eye sees the enemy.

It's like...... Right now!

Mo Du instantly crouched down at a speed beyond the limits of the human body, followed by a chilling sound of breaking the air above his head, as if the air had been slashed, he grabbed the scabbard without hesitation, pulled out the long sword violently, and slashed forward without looking.

"Dang!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron rang out from the clash of blades and blades, and Mo Du looked up to see the silver-haired assassin holding the rib knife in his left hand, which was comparable to his own long sword, only a few inches away from the tip of the sword.

"Die. ā€

The shadow said flatly, the wrist of his left hand moved slightly downward, and the rib cha knife immediately rubbed against the long sword with a piercing resonance, Mo Du's complexion changed greatly, in his abdomen, the mother blade that was frozen by spiritual power actually cut down with the rib cha knife, and the wound that was forcibly controlled with spiritual power was immediately out of control like a collapsed embankment, gushing out frantically, dyeing the bandages on his lower body red.

This mother blade was actually pulled by the rib cha knife, and it also broke through his spiritual power seal!

What kind of method did this person come from? The Shadow Alliance has never had such an assassination technique!

Shadow's left hand paused for only a moment, allowing the rib blade to gain a short distance from the tip of the longsword, and then, like a rattlesnake catapulting at attack, suddenly pulled upwards and quickly withdrew from the confrontation between the two weapons.

"Woo-ra!"

Mo Du's long sword slashed into the air, and at the same time, a huge crack was torn out of his upper body by the mother blade, reaching the end of his left chest, and even the beating heart could be faintly seen.

The bloody intestine rolled out of the wound, and the entire figure lost all strength and fell onto his Dhara Immortal Tree.

Shadow walked up to him without moving, pulled the mother blade from under his heart, put it into a very short semicircular scabbard, and stepped on the giant tree on his toes, and the figure disappeared in place, jumping from one eaves to the next, and returned to Locke in a few breaths.

"Daddy......"

Locke held the blade left by his father in both hands, and looked at his unscathed father in front of him in a daze, with a shocked look on his face.

He had grown up in his father's shadow since he was a child, and at one time he had made him his goal, and when all his talents were spread throughout the Great Tomb, Locke fell into a state of long-term indulgence, and no one except the Lord of the Estate and the Lord of the Witch King had his eyes on him, not even his father.

Probably because of his father's low profile, Lord Shanya appointed him to the position of shadow leader, and it was precisely because of this calmness and calmness that his father deeply hid his strength, and so far no more than ten tomb servants have seen his assassination ability.

And now, Locke clearly saw that there was a heavenly gulf between himself and his father, which was the distance between a beginner and a strong.

"Shadow Channel. ā€

The shadow spoke faintly, as if the person who was talking to him was not related to him: "I found a shadow channel in that world, and then the shadow turned into a shadow and came to this neighborhood. ā€

Shadow Channel!

Locke's blue eyes widened, although he didn't study much of his father's shadow magic, but since he was a child, Locke also remembered some special terms, such as this shadow channel, which was the most impressive to him.

It is a kind of spatial wormhole similar to a portal, which can connect two points in the material plane regardless of any distance between them, and the shadow channel, which connects two points in the shadow plane with a spatial wormhole, which can only be created by the existence of the rule level of shadow magic.

Moreover, the shadow plane needs to be shadowed to enter, and there are only a handful of people in the entire Tumonsas Great Tomb who can be shadowed, except for the eighth level of the main blood, which is his father's shadow.

"This can't be, this absolutely can't!" Locke shook his head in disbelief and denied: "If this world has a shadow channel with that world, then ......"

"They have the same shadow plane, they are in the same material plane. Shadow coldly spoke for her son.

"They are not separated by a plane, but by the distance of an ocean. Locke exhaled and stared at his father, "Daddy, is there a spatial portal here?"

"Yes. Shadow said without hesitation, "Lord Shanya is trying her best to find it, Lord Kel'thugad has already begun to form a formation, and the Great Tomb is expected to descend on this world in the near future." ā€

"I need to tell the Witch King the news!"

Locke seemed very excited, if he could deliver the good news to the Witch King in time, I believe it would be a great credit.

"Daddy, the knife is for you. He handed the blade to his father, but was pushed away by his hand.

"I said it would give you self-defense. ā€

Hearing this, Locke pursed his lips, and no longer pretentious, cast the Soaring Leap Technique on his feet again, jumped off the eaves, and watched his back as he gradually moved away, and it took a long time to react.

The cold words without the slightest fluctuation pointed directly at Mo Du's motionless body.

"Don't think about hurting him, the knife is in his hand, and I can use the mother knife to tow the knife to protect him at any time. ā€

"But you're also distracted, aren't you?"

Mo Du trembled strangely, and the Dhara Immortal Tree below was silently a large circle, and he slowly climbed up from the trunk like a demon who deceived the corpse, and the fatal wound on his body had disappeared without a trace.