Chapter 25 The Entanglement of Bamboo in the Twilight

In addition to the illusionist, there is another existence in the vast continent, that is, the martial artist.

If you practice spiritual power and convert it into magic power, you can sign a soul contract with the Warcraft and become a magic master, and if the magic power becomes combat power, you can fit the ontology of the mythical beast, combine with the mythical beast, and become a warrior.

The War Spirit Venerable is the most powerful existence in the vast continent today, and it is an invincible strong man that can be counted with one hand.

There is such a powerful existence that practicing spiritual power has become a warrior, and you can also practice martial arts. This is a martial artist. The martial artist is also divided according to this level. Ordinary martial artist is just the strength and skill of practice. If you practice to a certain extent, you will form a fighting spirit. The existence of this power allows the martial artist to practice with The power of the walker is comparable.

However, the martial artist's road to practice is long and difficult. He can become a fighting spirit, but the original martial artist. The color of the fighting spirit is only light white, and then it breaks through to yellow.

The yellow fighting spirit is the strongest martial artist in the vast continent. To this extent, he can even be comparable to the spirit master after being combined with the mythical beast.

Although the middle-aged people did not reveal their power, Leng Yan still saw the faint yellow fighting spirit on their fingertips when the middle-aged people were trapped in the twilight.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't want to be seen." Yes, I'm a martial artist who is equivalent to a spirit warrior, practicing swordsmanship.

Leng Yan stared at the man. Although he looked very ordinary, his eagle-like eyes still made Leng Yan suddenly think of a person.

"There are only a few people in the vast continent that has practiced the power of the martial arts to this extent. If I'm not wrong, it should be the three great swordsmen."

"I really can't hide it." Chong Qing smiled and said, "I just don't know where it was exposed?"

Leng Yan looked at the sword in his hand. Although the scabbard looked ordinary, the power that was about to move could not be concealed at all.

"There is only one golden sword of the predecessor in the world. It is not difficult to guess the identity of the predecessor."

Zhu Qianmu curled his lips and said, "I haven't hidden anything. You can see that it's not a big deal."

After saying that, he wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhu Qianluo.

Zhu Qianluo smiled at the cold flame and said, "We are all friends here, identities and so on. It's just nothing. I think it's important to go to the cold pool first."

The cold flame nodded and didn't say much.

Everywhere was full of danger. In the middle of the night, a cool breeze came out. The cold flame shivered, sat up, and added some firewood to the fire.

The other four people slept soundly, and only Chong Qingqi sat there thoughtfully.

"Senior?" The cold flame shouted.

He turned his head, but his face suddenly changed greatly, and then the gold sword on his back was already out of its sheath and came to the cold flame's door.

The cold flame suddenly burst into a cold sweat. As soon as he wanted to dodge, the light flashed in front of him, and he heard a click from behind him, and the heavy gold sword had returned to its sheath.

The cold flame stiffened his neck, turned his head, and saw an ice corpse on the ground, which turned out to be the sad of death.

"It's really not easy here!" He said again.

The cold flame sweated coldly. Although he knew in his heart that he did not attack her, he was still shocked by his skills.

It really deserves to be the three great swordsmen.

"Senior, it seems that this is a tough battle." As Leng Yan said, a layer of blue magic halo had flowed on his body, six magic arrays under his feet had awakened, and the golden retriever had become a combat form.

The four sleeping young people were also woken up one by one. When they were rubbing their sleepy eyes, they found a chill around them.

The sad of death actually gathered around

It can actually get out of the water. With the help of the fog in the fog forest, from the cold pool to here, these death stings are really not simple.

The thick fog is permeated, and from time to time a little touch of death will be exposed. At first, it is just white and transparent like water condensation, but from time to time you can see the bright red color.

When the cold flame fell, the sting of death was hidden in the fog. At that time, he consciously was not the opponent of so many death sting. He hurried out of a crack to escape and did not carefully observe this creature at all.

At this time, it was creepy.

"What is that?" Zhu Qianmu, who woke up, rubbed his eyes and looked at all this in front of him. It seemed to be a dream at that time.

"The sad of death!" Leng Yan replied.

"No, they have bred a mother sting with strong wisdom." As he said, the gold sword in his hand had come out of its sheath.

"The fog is poisonous!" The teenager waving the sword on the farthest side said.

The two people who almost follow the noble Zhu brothers like little transparency are also a pair of brothers. The elder brother is called Tolerance, and the younger brother is called Bao Yi.

This tolerance smelled a sticky fog, and soon felt dizzy. He hurriedly closed his breath to remind him. At this time, Bao Yi had waved his sword and cut off the tentacles of the sting of death.

The white and transparent ones are weaker, while those red ones have spikes, which are not so easy to deal with.

"Summon the Mythical Beast!" Zhu Qianluo said and took the lead in summoning his own python.

Zhu Qianmu was not willing to show weakness. He summoned the arrogant ground-backed dragon. Standing on the hard armor of the ground-backed dragon, the blue illusion on his body flowed proudly. If he hadn't known earlier that this man had some childish temper, he would have been really been fascinated by this equipment.

Leng Yan and Golden Retriever didn't need them to mention it at all. They had already disappeared into the fog. From time to time, there was a roar of Golden Retriever and the sound of the sting of death. People were frightened.

"She is so fierce?" Zhu Qianmu and his earth-backed dragon killed him for a while, and he felt a little difficult.

"We can't lose to her!" Zhu Qianmu said that despite Zhu Qianluo's obstruction, he had taken the lead in rushing into the fog with his back dragon.

Zhu Qianluo was afraid that his brother would make a mistake, so he hurriedly followed him, but he didn't expect that a bright red sting of death entangled him and couldn't get rid of it at all.

Seeing this, the Bao brothers said, "Your Highness, don't worry. Let's go and watch." As he spoke, he rushed into the thick fog.

Zhu Qianmu rushed into the thick fog, and the situation around him suddenly became difficult. Although he said that he was going to rush in and compare with the cold flame, he didn't know why he was particularly worried about the cold flame.

Damn it!

Zhu Qianmu looked along the voice with some depression. Along the way, he killed a lot of death stings, and his clothes were originally torn. At this time, he was stained with the sting of death **, which was tattered and embarrassed.

The more he goes forward, the more pressure he feels, but retreating is not his character, and he is still worried about the cold flame in his heart.

Originally, he always didn't say anything to that guy, or even deliberately found faults, but only Zhu Qianmu knew that from the first sight of Leng Yan, there was a strange feeling. If he didn't follow his identity, he wouldn't have jumped out to find Leng Yan's trouble.

While thinking about the direction of the cold flame battle, he was distracted while still fighting, and did not feel the danger approaching at all.

The sting of death sensed the bamboo sting and surrounded him layer by layer. When the sting sting of death defeated a bright red death sting and wanted to move forward, it suddenly found that he was surrounded by death stings, dense, mostly white, mixed with some red.

Zhu Qianmu has never shown weakness, and even at this time, it is no exception. Not far behind him is the Bao brothers. At this time, it is not too late to ask them to help, but when he thinks that Leng Yan dares to face the sting of death like this, he is naturally not afraid.

"It's up to you!" The blue illusion on Zhu Qianmu's body soared, and a blue light suddenly flashed on the body of the earth-backed dragon. The lazy eyes suddenly shone twice and turned into the whole blue.

The phantom master has a mythical beast, which is not only an auxiliary battle with the mythical beast, but also can use various secret skills to connect the mythical beast with his own mind, and indirectly control the mythical beast and fight together through the soul contract.

Zhu Qianmu is obviously using this method.

Of course, these are all mythical beasts under the holy beast, such as the holy beast, who already have the means to communicate with the owner's soul. Naturally, there is no need for this method.

The ground-backed dragon suddenly soared in shape, like a small earth bag. The originally extremely defensive ground-backed dragon, the straight and vertical sharp corners on its back were stained with a little blue light at this time, and the horns on the top of its head were even more dazzling.

The earth-backed dragon is metallic, with a shiny dark metallic luster.

"The sad of death!"

When the earth-backed dragon fell, countless death stents died. The encirclement in front of absolute strength turned into a joke.

A quarter of an hour of prestige, the bamboo dry dusk is enough to break through the encirclement of death and reach the side of the cold flame.

I saw a black long coat and a sharp black iron dagger, constantly taking away the life of a death sting.

This...

It's an art...

Zhu Qianmu was fascinated, but he didn't find it at all. He touched a red sting of death beside him, and his tentacles had reached out to him...

Zhu Qianmu rushed over. Leng Yan already knew it clearly. She didn't know that the young master of your family was not bold, and she dared to break through here like this.

What's even more unbearable is that at such a dangerous moment, he was stunned and distracted. Death had begun to summon his soul, but he still didn't know it!

A cold light flashed, and Zhu Qianmu saw the black iron dagger in Leng Yan's hand flying towards his heart, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"You..." Before Zhu Qianmu said anything, a fishy smell had splashed all over him, and he saw that the Xuantie dagger had pierced into the death sting that wanted to sneak up his heart.

"Going around is death!" Leng Yan said coldly, her body swayed, and the Xuantie dagger had not fallen to the ground and had been caught in her hand;

Zhu Qianmu's face immediately turned red, and he didn't dare to talk back. He also took his ground-backed dragon and the death squiver in one place.