"I've been preparing for this battle for a long time. The formidable being in the white mist lied casually, without blinking an eye. When Buli heard this sentence on the mountain, he felt a different feeling in his heart. He had been talking for a long time, too long.

"Three assassinations, isn't enough?" said the patriarch of the orc clan lightly, his demeanor calm. In his eyes, the formidable existence in the white mist was just the Great Longines of the elven clan who had returned from three assassination attempts in vain. I don't know where Lu Dao found a young man, with an extremely powerful weapon, he was able to defeat the four strong men of the orc clan in a row, and even the high priest of the orc clan and his personal attendant were defeated.

However, although it was unexpected, there must be no accidents in the last battle. In the three assassination attempts, the patriarch of the orc clan has fully understood the strength of the elven clan Great Longines, who is standing opposite, who has turned the tide and helped the building to fall.

It's strong, but it's not enough. At least more than yourself, not enough!

This battle is undoubtedly won.

It is very delicate, both sides of the battle have such thoughts, and this battle will undoubtedly be won.

The powerful existence in the white mist smiled: "Of course it's not enough, what I have to do hasn't been done yet, how can I stop here?"

"Then fight again, this time, convince you. The patriarch of the orc clan said lightly.

"You want to lose the bet, but you said that. I hope you keep your word, and after losing, don't admit it. The powerful existence in the white mist said with a smile, both of them are generally confident, both of them are generally high-spirited, and both of them are generally ambitious. I haven't fulfilled my dreams yet. How can you just lose here?!

"Of course not. The patriarch of the orc clan smiled and looked at the formidable presence in the white mist. Gracefully said, "Please help." ”

between the two. Sympathizing with each other, even in a fateful battle, the patriarch of the orc clan also showed a lifetime of grace, and directly let out of the gang first.

The formidable existence in the white mist smiled and said, "This kind of thing, there is nothing to fight about." Since you don't want this first move, then I'll make the question, and you can pick it up. ”

After speaking, the powerful existence in the white mist shook the black big behind him. Give a gentle salute.

It's respect for your opponents, it's respect for yourself. This opponent, the formidable existence in the white mist, had been recalled countless times like his lover. What if it wasn't like that?

This kind of thinking can be found even by the powerful existence in the first-class white mist of the mental world. Now that he has changed his life against the sky, he has been given another chance to face his former opponent, and he has the opportunity to fight again, how can the powerful existence in the white mist give up, and how can he be negligent.

The patriarch of the orc clan saw the formidable presence in the white mist. With a look on his face, he replied with a straight salute. If the powerful being in the white mist directly cast spells and started fighting, it was that he didn't have enough confidence. However, after three successive failures. The formidable being in the white mist could still be so formal and solemn to himself, not so much to fight himself......

I can't think of a more accurate feeling. Maybe it's fate? It's not so much about fighting with yourself, it's about the great Longines of the elves fighting against fate. And what about yourself? It's not fighting him, it's fighting your own fate!

The patriarch of the orc clan didn't think so. Not tragic, but ...... The feeling was subtle, so subtle that his strong heart was shaken at this moment. Only the strongest people will know how the fate of the Dao is arranged, and will try to challenge fate.

Yes, he was trying to defy fate. Even if it is a fateful thing, he is trying to change.

Well, I won't be your background. If you want to defeat me and overcome fate, come here!

With this bow, the mentality between the powerful existence in the white mist and the patriarch of the orc clan changed dramatically. The subtleties in the middle are only known to the two people present.

Standing up straight, the black haze behind him fell, and the powerful presence in the white mist gently shrouded the black hood over his head, carefully tucking the silver-white starlight hair into the black hood.

This time it was a bit redundant, but the patriarch of the orc clan just watched and didn't even say a word. Quietly looking at the formidable existence in the white mist, which seemed to be superfluous, he was silent.

After doing all this, the formidable being in the white mist whispered, "Let's start." ”

The patriarch of the orc clan nodded, signaling the formidable being in the white mist to know himself. Ning Shen was on guard, I don't know what Lu Dao is for, the big Longines of the elf clan in front of him has brought him a pressure that he has never felt before.

"There are thousands of spells in the world, and today there is a small road. The formidable being in the white mist said as he took out a tube of wolf hair from his bosom.

"In the past, Cangjie made words, the sky rained, and the ghosts cried at night, so I'll write one today. The formidable being in the white mist stood intently, and the wolf in his hand fell into the air in front of him.

Bu Li didn't even feel that there was any powerful aura coming out of the powerful existence in the white mist, but as the wolf in the hands of the strong existence in the white haze fell, he began to draw silver hooks with iron, and sprinkled out, and the stars in the sky seemed to feel the appearance, existence, and growth of a strange force, and the starlight became dim in front of a line of regular script.

Yes, dull. At least that's how it feels. The starlight that shrouded him like water, and the powerful existence in the white mist no longer brought him the power of the moonlight after the pen fell.

"You said that it is scattered and soft red, but it is not a debt of Sansheng Siqing. Later, the end of the world was goodbye, and the thin branches and thin shadows filled the pond. In mid-air, he muttered to himself in wolf's handwriting, the mighty being in the white mist. It's like whispering in the ear of a lover for countless years. Even if she changed her life against the sky, she still didn't have the luck to change her fate. At that moment, although he came three days early, his fate accelerated without him noticing. The nine-tailed Tianlan white fox has been injured.

When the powerful being in the white mist came to the Elven Clan's Tree of the World, the body of his former lover hung on the Tree of the World. A warning to all the elves.

The thin branches and thin shadows spread across the pond, making people haggard for Yi. But so. You have said so many things in my ear, how can you bear to let me survive these slow and endless years alone.

The words written in mid-air by the formidable presence in the white mist, each word seemed to be carved in mid-air with an artifact, flashing with crystal clear light, making the starry sky fade from it.

A line of words, tall and delicate, full of the powerful existence in the white haze, can no longer be seen for the dead. I can no longer pour out the feelings of parting, the love of the lover who misses the pain.

You said that it is scattered and soft red, and it is not a debt of three lives. A line of words fell, and a faint soft red rushed out from between the lines, which was the thoughts of the powerful existence in the white mist for the lover. If you can't think of three lives, where is the three lives and three lives, but countless years and countless lifetimes.

However, after I changed my life, why are you still not here? I'm afraid I'll be late. I finally came back, but why can't this fate be changed? Is it really fate that can't be changed?!

The soft red flew out and flew towards the initiator. The three zhang are soft and red, scattered and broken. It's like the thought of the powerful existence in the white mist, shattered. Even if the most reluctant has his lover in his arms, there is no one to say the longing and pathos that have been precipitated over the years.

The patriarch of the orc clan waved his long sleeves. A gust of wind flew up from between the long sleeves and fell on the soft red of the rainbow after the rain in mid-air. The soft red is not an entity. It's the power of the powerful existence in the white mist, and the thoughts of so many years are hidden in it. It is heavy, the vicissitudes of time, but it can't be changed.

As the wind sounded, the patriarch of the orc clan waved his long sleeves, and immediately felt how powerful the powerful existence in the white mist was. In the battle between two people, the law of time is shared by both sides, and under the effect of such a law, the power of time and space has no meaning. What is compared is only the strength of oneself and the skill of fighting, or the formidable presence in the white mist and the art of fighting.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the great Longines of the elven clan, and between the gestures, it is the kind of delicacy of the elf clan. Cangjie made words, the sky rains, the ghost cries at night, the powerful existence in the white mist, the pen fell into the storm, and the powerful force flew out of the pen and landed in front of him. The patriarch of the orc clan has never experienced this kind of magic, and even the elven clansmen who are extremely delicate should not have such a wonderful technique.

The strong wind meets the soft red. The soft red color is like silk, and the original light color immediately becomes soft as silk and smooth as clotted fat after encountering the strength of the enemy. The strong wind penetrated through the soft red of the three zhangs, and there was no fierce confrontation between the two forces that the two forces collided in mid-air as the orc clan patriarch imagined.

It was so soft that without the slightest bit of strength, the patriarch of the orc clan actually missed with one blow.

There is the longing for the powerful existence in the white mist that has been precipitated for many years, and this blow is just to mourn his dead little lover who died in the dark because of conspiracy and killing.

The wind was strong, but it didn't touch the soft red. The two pass by without any intersection.

The patriarch of the orc clan was even more cautious in his heart, not to mention anything else, just this blow, the powerful existence in the white mist used the wolf to cast the law of time and space, and carved the poem in mid-air, which condensed his thoughts for many years. It is so soft that it becomes inscrutable.

His body took half a step back, his hands clasped together, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of brilliance.

The soft red of the three zhang fell, and it fell on the ambilight beside the patriarch of the orc clan. Spreading, covering, thoughts turned into hatred, and after encountering the light of the protective enchantment around the patriarch of the orc clan, it turned from extremely soft to extremely strong.

After encircling the defensive enchantment around the leader of the orc group, Sanzhang Soft Red began to lock. The resentment in the thought turned into a wave of anger. Sanzhang soft red seems to be stepping out of the body, the bloody murderous aura that has passed through the sharp knife, from soft to unforgettable thoughts, into thoughts of revenge.

Every strand of soft red, like soft and smooth silk, turned into a sharp blade, tearing and destroying on the glittering protective barrier around the patriarch of the orc clan. It's like so many years, and every time I think of the gentleness I once remembered. It's like having a knife, or the heart of a powerful being that used to be pierced in the white mist. It hurts to the bone marrow. It hurts my heart.

Now, the powerful being in the white mist wants to give him back everything he has experienced. Initiator. There is always a reason to talk about in the world, and there is always an ending, called retribution.

The battle has just begun.

"Break!" The patriarch of the orc clan had a long knife in his hand at some point, the blade was bright, and a not very big arc cut through the ambilight, cut through the soft red of the three zhang, cut through the lovesickness of thousands of years, and broke the soft red acacia written in the air with wolf hair in the white mist.

The blade is shining. It was as if a galaxy rose from the ground, and the starry sky immediately brightened, and the bright light around the patriarch of the orc clan also lit up, enveloping the whole person in it, burning and surging like a raging fire.

Draw the sword and cut the silk. The patriarch of the orc clan drew his sword and slashed through the fierce presence in the white mist.

The long knife did not stop, and it was soft red by cutting through three zhang. The moment he broke through the thoughts of the powerful existence in the white mist, he went up against the red, and he didn't even use the power of time and space, and the elegant and calm person turned into a cheetah. The fierce temperament is better than the blade.

At this moment, Lang's heart is like iron, and the end of the world is goodbye. See you again, never again.

The figure of the formidable presence in the white mist became lonely. The knife was cut off and the water flowed even more, and what about the Sansheng Siqing debt that was broken by that person? It's going to be broken, it's broken, there is no worry in my heart, no longer worry, but the moment it is broken, the powerful existence in the white mist feels like a snowy blade falling on my heart.

There was a slight pain in his heart, and blood spurted out, and only the powerful existence in the white mist could feel it.

Those days, in the white mist, the life of the powerful existence can be said to be extremely short, like a white horse passing through a gap. It has been thousands of years, thousands of years, and I have walked through countless planes, countless worlds, met countless people, and had other thoughts and attachments. But after returning to this world, I was silent in the depths of my heart, and the wisps of thoughts that I didn't want to touch were like sprouting weeds, full of pits and valleys.

Now, the soft red of the three zhang was chopped by the patriarch of the orc clan, scattered around, and did not disperse, fluttering in the heart of the powerful existence in the white mist.

That's fine, that's it.

The blade is shining, and it is in front of you. The powerful existence in the white mist waved the wolf in his hand, and the thinning shadow of the most sparse branches spread across the pond, and the last stroke fell, and the space in front of him immediately moved.

It's not the power of the laws of time and space, but because there is too much force between the lines, even space can only barely withstand the conquest of this force, but it is no longer stable, it has become a water ripple, and it spreads out to the surrounding waves little by little.

Later, the end of the world was goodbye. The seven words vanished, disappearing in front of the blade of the orc patriarch. Originally, it was close to the powerful existence in the white mist, and it seemed that the next knife could slash at the body of the powerful existence in the white mist. But with the disappearance of the seven words, the patriarch of the orc clan found that he seemed to be close to the formidable existence in the white mist, but far away.

The black-clothed figure was far away from him to the extreme, and although he was still in his field of vision, he would never be able to stand in front of him for the rest of his life.

This is not the power of time and space, but the power of the pinnacle of this world. This is a kind of mastery of strength, an understanding of the rules, and this is a technique that is so subtle that it is breathtaking.

The little wolf, the little letter written, actually contains such a force.

The patriarch of the orc clan also admired it very much, in his memory, the elven clan's Great Longines was very strong, but it was not so powerful. But the time that I have stood at the peak of this world has been too long, and it has been as lonely as snow.

And so, very well!

Far from making the patriarch of the orc clan decadent and depressed, the strength of the formidable presence in the white mist inspired him to be strong and confident.

In front of the Xueliang blade, layers of dense layers were broken, and the strength like the end of the world was broken.

The blade trembled slightly, and the reflected starlight trembled on the blade, messy, shattered, and splattered out. Each broken starlight was like a delicate little flower that had just bloomed, flying all over the sky, shooting straight towards the formidable existence in the white mist.

The thin shadows of the sparse branches spread across the pond, and the seven small characters disappeared at the same time, disappearing in the white mist, the powerful existence and the patriarch of the orc clan seemed to be vast and inseparable. Between heaven and earth, the starlight was like water, and it was shattered by the blade of the patriarch of the orc clan, and it flew out.

But the rest of the light was more like Mercury, and began to converge, as if it had heard some call. The pavilion was between the patriarch of the orc clan and the formidable presence in the white mist. A black shadow stood up in the watery starlight, fluttering in the light of the stars and moon.

Raise the dance to figure out the shadow, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The loneliness, loneliness, and coldness were vividly expressed at this moment. It's not the true body of the powerful existence in the white mist, but just a part of the endless lovesickness behind the soft red.

The black shadows danced in the light of the stars and moons like water, and between the gestures, the flowers blooming all over the sky were scattered, like a gorgeous rain, and countless starlight and swords fell on the black shadows. (To be continued......)