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A black figure gradually appeared, but he was still dressed in black.

The man was wearing a black scholar's uniform - white lining, black outside, a black cloth belt tied around his waist, and an ancient folding fan pinned next to it. He wore a turban on his head, tying a long black

With his gentle and jade-like face, he looked like an ancient scribe.

There is a sword tied to his left waist. It has an ordinary black scabbard and an ordinary white hilt. It only has a simple and elegant shape, simple patterns, and a sword tassel tied with a red rope.

It's something in the shape of a jade pendant, which together shows how extraordinary this sword is.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

After seeing this person, Duan Qing smacked his lips and shook his head. He simply sat on the dark ground, then pressed his knees with one hand and supported his chin with the other, and began to talk to himself.

"Let me think..."

"You are planning to play the illusion to the end, right?" He said in a nonchalant manner, as if he was asking the person a question, and the person opposite seemed to ignore him: "So you... did it

Such a place."

"Hey, this place is too dark. Doesn't the producer have the money to make a background..." He glanced around: "At least put some furniture or make a stage, um...

...It should be in the tower now. You can tear down the house and build a place similar to the Emerald Summit...Ha, after playing for so many years, it seems that I can also be a planner or something.

....."

The man stretched out his right hand, stretched it forward, palm upward, hooked his fingers, and made a provocative gesture.

Duan Qing also ignored it.

"But to be honest, you are very similar..." Duan Qing looked at the other person with a smile: "It's quite a bit... my style back then."

The man still didn't say anything. He touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and then drew the sword.

"But..." Duan Qing continued to rub his chin and looked around: "Since you can do me so well, why can't you do the scenes around me..."

"Well, I can understand... is there some other reason? Because of character attributes? Hidden attributes? Or is it pure luck? Hey, if you have anything to say, I haven't figured it out yet...

.”

Seeing the man slowly walking towards him, Duan Qing waved his hands: "Maybe it's because I bumped into something I shouldn't have touched before? But there was nothing unusual about the others along the way, although they seemed to

Not here either…”

There were ripples in the air like water waves, and the figure of the scribe who was holding the sword suddenly disappeared in place. The ground where he was originally standing was generating ripples from the ground and air there due to the violent force of the stampede.

, and then spread.

"Hey, a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands..."

The man suddenly appeared in front of Duan Qing, but he still maintained his previous posture of holding the sword and moving forward, as if the space between them was instantly erased. The scholar stopped and then handed out the sword in his hand.

As if in response to the opponent's thunderous attack, a whistling sound came from the distant darkness, piercing the space around the two people, and then echoed in the night sky further away.

The next moment, the whistle in the air turned into a thin whisper, echoing in Duan Qing's ears.

Duan Qing thrust upward with force, deflected the lightning-fast sword, and then rolled backwards, shaking away the bright red blood, and left the opponent's attack range.

"This is Xunying's footwork... I have to be frightened..."

The sword still cut through his chest, and although his bloody upper body looked terrifying, it didn't look fatal.

"None of Mengzhu and the others showed up, which means... they encountered the same situation as me, ahem..." He slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position and covered his head.

Touching the scar on his chest, blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping to the ground: "I'm curious...did they also encounter an illusion?"

"Do they...have the same past as me?"

The man was still speechless, as if the murmurings before had nothing to do with him. So Duan Qing struggled to hold the sword in front of him, as if he wanted to challenge.

"Huh...huh..." He breathed heavily, and there seemed to be blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth: "No, but, I can see you under such circumstances...

." He looked at the other person and grinned: "I'm really happy..."

"The Sky-Breaking Blade."

Just like the sword light driving the figure, with a sword roar, the scholar in black attacked him again at extremely fast speed.

Although he quickly used his parrying posture, the huge force still hit Duan Qing's dagger, and the weapon and his arm were swung aside. He staggered back, and then stumbled to the ground.

Perhaps it was because the force of the counter-shock was too strong. This time, Duan Qing's whole body seemed to be bleeding with blood. He struggled back and forth on the bright red dark ground for a while, and then lay down on the spot and stopped moving, as if he would never move again.

stand up.

The scholar holding the sword maintained the posture of raising the sword and did not move for a long time.

"Hey, I can't fool you..." Duan Qing, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead for a long time, stood up with a "huh" and patted the non-existent dust on his body like a normal person: "Is this

Is the illusion related to me? As long as I don’t die, it will not disappear?”

The scholar in black did not answer.

"Forget it." Duan Qing raised his hands: "When I was young, I wasn't as reticent as you...so let me do it myself."

The scholar took a step and continued to walk forward.

"From entering the Emerald Forest to climbing up the Emerald Tower, we have seen a lot of things." Duan Qing still ignored the phantom that always wanted to kill him and continued to talk to himself: "But this

There is reality and illusion in it. Although you have strong power and have accumulated it for so many years, it should still be quite difficult to make the fake one real and make thousands of players and NPCs unrecognizable.

Even I can be bold...which is impossible to do."

"Because you are not a living thing and have no thoughts. If you want to get the truth, you must use the truth."

Duan Qing shook his head: "It's really sad."

The scribe in black disappeared again.

"Please, I've already used this routine of fighting my own phantom. I haven't fought it ten times before but eight times..."

Amidst the sound of metal collision, the sword hilts of both sides collided together. Duan Qing looked at the familiar face close at hand, used his hands hard, pushed the sword to push the opponent away, and then chopped it off with one sword.

The opponent also struck with a sword.

"Or maybe you can't find a stronger opponent than me..."

Duan Qing swung his sword horizontally, intending to shake the opponent's sword away. The opponent made the same move as him, and the two of them collided with each other, and then their figures suddenly separated. Because of the difference in strength, Duan Qing withdrew from the opponent.

More distance.

"Tsk, you are cheating..." Duan Qing shouted: "What kind of skill is it to use my full-level account to beat me to a ten-level account? Although I don't know, this character's attributes are converted into

What are the attributes equal to in the free world..."

The scholar still didn't answer, and slowly came closer as usual.

"It seems that you have to rely on your true skills." Duan Qing snorted, and then rushed forward suddenly. The moment the scholar raised his sword to block it, he suddenly retracted his sword, lowered his body and took a wrong step, turning to the side of the opponent.

Then, the other party also took a few side steps and turned to his previous direction. The two of them switched positions like dancing, and then faced off again.

"Damn it, I have to, you're pretty good at it..." Duan Qing jumped a little, then shook the sword in his hand: "But this way, you'll be more exposed..."

....”

"The waltz system has undergone some improvements in recent years, especially the evolution of detailed movements and steps... I have never practiced it, and it turns out that you are the same."

Duan Qing rushed forward again: "I won't keep pace with the times..."

"Starburst air current slash!"

Although the name of the move is very loud, the sword is an ordinary sword. The opponent did not seem to be frightened by Duan Qing at all, and easily pushed the sword away, and the huge power once again let Duan Qing

Qing's arm involuntarily swung to the side, revealing a big flaw.

The scholar struck his chest with a sword, and Duan Qing leaned back. Although he escaped the fatal attack, due to lack of physical strength, he sat down directly on the ground.

With a swish sound, the scholar placed the tip of his sword across Duan Qing's neck.

"Hey, pure attribute suppression is really useless. If I wait for a few more skills and more physical strength..."

As if he didn't intend to continue to resist, Duan Qing just sat on the ground with his hands behind his back, looking up at the enemy in front of him.

In the empty space, the same black sky as the background seemed to be constantly flashing, and a rumbling sound came from the distance, like a sweeping storm, or like an impending earth cracking and landslide.

The sound finally got closer, and then turned into a low whisper again: "Leave...death..."

"Hey, what does this mean? Do you want me to choose?" Duan Qing said to himself: "What will happen if I don't choose..."

A black light shone in the eyes of the scholar in black, and the strength in his hand gradually increased, but the last sword failed to strike.

"Why don't you start? Either you are stalling for time, or...you really can't kill me." Duan Qing simply raised his head to the sky: "Well, you want me to die or leave...

....But you can't do it, that is, if my will makes a choice, these two options will become real..."

He returned his gaze to the scholar: "Is that so?"

The scholar's face remained expressionless, but the black light in his eyes grew stronger.

"You're really incompetent." Duan Qing sneered and looked at the scholar's hem: "I guess you still have a lot of things that you can't learn... You may not be able to learn things like emotion even if it takes tens of thousands of years for you.

I understand, so..."

"Even my strongest move, you definitely can't do it."
To be continued...