Darkness of Darkness

As I said before, no one knows where Shadow got his abilities. Generally speaking, a person who is completely proficient in magic is not physically developed, but Shadow at this moment is Completely overturned this common sense.

Like a marching song, his swordsmanship is precise and passionate, and like a waltz, his body is gorgeous and elegant.The infinite variety of swordsmanship makes it almost impossible for the opponent to recognize his routines, but eight of the ten moves are murderous moves that can kill with one blow, and the remaining two moves are just to create better opportunities for deadly tricks .

The white-robed captain struggled to catch the cut sword again, a moment of difficulty flashed in the blue eyes, and the sweat that shed from tense nerves all the time also rolled down to the ground, but there was a little Let Ying can't understand, and Ying, who is good at observing words and expressions, can't figure it out: why there is always such a smile at the corner of his mouth?

This little shadow had to be guarded against, so I used swift moves to keep suppressing him, in case he would use some small tricks, but the opponent who was already suppressed did not lose that smile, which made him laugh. Ying had a new conjecture: Is this guy a battle maniac?

There is indeed such a class of people who simply enjoy the joy of fighting, and the fighting ability of this kind of people will continue to improve with time.If the person in front of him is really that kind of person, Ying will have some difficulty, because he is the least good at dealing with this kind of person.Does it seem like a quick fix is ​​necessary?

Thinking that Ying here was suddenly pulled by his extremely tenacious string of reason, it seemed that some of him was completely restrained by directional thinking, so what if he used another way of thinking?The glamorous cheeks settled down again, and the brows that were frowned by anxiety gradually relaxed, and a hypothesis gradually formed in Ying's mind.

Shadow turned the sword upside down, and then he closed his eyes slightly, and a row of spells began to appear on the upside-down blade, which was an obvious sign that he was about to make a move.

The white-robed captain gave a sinister smile, it seems that this kid is going to make a move?Not bad, not bad, I really like you more and more, Ying.

After that, Ying used his sword to swing several overlapping sword winds. This move is very destructive. Even cutting off the entire mountain is not a rare thing, but the white-robed captain did not take it seriously. It seems that he It was also underestimated.

The moment the sword wind arrived, it turned into air, but Ying didn't seem to be disappointed because his moves failed. On the contrary, his plan succeeded.

The corner of the boy's mouth was raised, and his eyes asked sharply, "You are not from the heaven...Why do you pretend to be the army of the heaven to chase me down? It is best to say it one by one." Everything is under his control, just now The damage caused by the "Cracking Gathering Wind Slash" is very heavy, and it is not something that an ordinary squadron leader can bear. The laws of the heavens have always been strict, and it is absolutely impossible for the squadron leader to learn some transcendence just to chase down a fugitive. The ability to do this.

The white-robed captain laughed, and discovered Ying's trick when he took the move. It seemed that he couldn't hide his identity anymore. His cyan pupils were replaced by gold, and his figure also disappeared. Escaped into the black atmosphere, "Shadow... I have been looking for you for decades... It's been more than 30 years since that battle, hasn't it? Are you safe?" After seeing his true face, The blurry memory was opened, indeed, it was not the first time they met, but it was only for a few minutes, and that meeting was at the Tianjie Library.That wicked man...

The black scythe whirled in his hand, "I can't wait to get you, Shadow." A hint of hunger flashed across the golden eyes of Hos Landas, the god of death.