Magic flows in the darkness as if it is tangible.

It seems to have a clearly visible trajectory, passing through the hanging pine needles and the quiet snow, it grows feathers from the flowing shadows, and crosses the biting wind, flowing, as dark as ink, pulling a long black shadow. The shadow is like a Mars, red, like the tail of a meteor falling into the night, the flowing shape gradually becomes stable, and a sharp beak is produced from it, with layers of thin scales on the beak overlapping, as sharp as a knife.

It suddenly opened, its tongue was like a sharp thorn, and a sharp cry came from the vibrating vocal cords. Countless darkness turned into crows and flew out from under the lingering tree canopy. In front of it was an open space. The narrow darkness in the red eyes disappeared suddenly. The forest was thrown behind it, and what was presented to them was a horizontally unfolding scroll, and on the battlefield, there were thousands of troops.

Jita held the magic book and carefully covered her and the sky blue head. Through the metal edge, she looked at the undercurrent in surprise, and the sound of flapping her wings above her head, flying over the forest.

There, people were turning around in ignorance, and the hustle and bustle of crows reflected in their vision, spreading with their wings that blocked everything.

A raven flew straight towards Ruoshui. The latter raised the dagger in his hand, and the shining sword light cut the chest and abdomen of a crow. The feathers scattered, and the corpse turned into a ball of black mist, but the scattered wings also accidentally cut a blood mark on his hand.

He groaned softly, frowned, and retracted his hand. Even he was like this, not to mention others. The Grey Knights at best swept with their great swords and cut off the birds in front, but more crows flew out of the darkness, with sharp claws and sharp beaks passing through their armor, making a creepy sound like they were passing through glass.

The knights were fine, and they had armor to protect their bodies, but the mercenaries behind them were almost unprotected. The crows pounced on them, hitting their heads with their claws and wings, or pecking at their flesh and blood. People screamed and rolled to the ground, with blood on their faces and backs of their hands, and some people were dragged out even their eyes.

There was only one person standing between the storm of crows, standing still, that was the box. The black sword blade he held in his hand was flashing with a strange dark red light at this moment. The flesh and blood of each person pecking at the crow was turning into blood light, merging into the shadow, and gathering on the sword.

And it was that moment that he moved.

As soon as he moved, Ruoshui almost frightened his soul. Because it was too fast, just a sword, his vision seemed to be divided into two. The sky and the earth were stretched particularly narrowly under the reflection of the sword light, and a red line penetrated into the depths of his eyes.

But the sword seemed to pass through a shadow, and a crack suddenly broke out on Ruoshui's body. The next moment, the cracks spread out like spider webs, shattering layer by layer, like a mirror, collapsing.

After the shadow, Ruoshui jumped backwards, landed in the snow, and turned into seven or eight identical figures. People call him the "Shadow in the Lake" because like a reflection in the water, the light and shadow passing through the water intertwined with each other, forming the magic of the phantom.

As soon as Ruoshui landed, he held the dagger in his mouth, pulled out a shining flying knife from the belt with both hands, and seven or eight phantoms performed this action together, and then threw it forward together. More than ten silver lights flew towards the box, intertwined each other, and the flight trajectory of each silver light was different.

If ordinary people think that only two of these more than ten light tracks are the original body, they will try their best to find the real two of them. The box is just a simple and direct way to deal with it. The flying silver light is like a snail in his eyes. He walked through these slow flying knives in vain, and he was unable to avoid it. He would use his sword to slash one or two of the silver flowers.

The flying knife bounced away by the sword turned to the side and did not disappear. Instead, it turned into black smoke after a shock and poured into the wind and snow.

The box felt the force coming from his hand, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. It turned out that there were not only two main bodies, but each flying knife was the "original body". Can the shadow dancer have such a way of thinking?

But he was a little surprised. When he fell into Ruoshui's eyes, his scalp was numb. He could no longer see the other party's movement trajectory. It was just that every time the box stopped and swung his sword, a afterimage would be left on the spot. The shadow he saw was getting closer and closer.

Does he want to bet on luck? The other party has one-eighth chance to find his own body, but if he fails, he still has a chance to fight back.

But the box did not make such a choice.

He suddenly split into eight, appeared before each mirror of Ruoshui, raised his sword and stabbed him at the other side. Ruoshui's blood suddenly solidified, his eyes widened-

What kind of speed is this?

Ruoshui's alarm bell rang in his heart, and he suddenly retreated. Seven shadows disappeared at the same time and turned into one. In front of him, the shadows of the box overlapped together. He was holding a black sword in his hand and stabbed him with a sword. In the face of his mind, he spit out the dagger he held, then took it with his hand and rushed forward.

With a sound, the sword blade and the dagger pulled out a long spark, and light splashed in the darkness. In an instant, Ruoshui lost his opponent's figure again, but he was alert to move a step away from him, and a silent black blade passed by him.

He suddenly realized that this was an opportunity, and his rich combat experience played a role here. He intuitively avoided the opponent's extremely dangerous sword, so he had an opportunity to take advantage of it. He swept his hand and blocked the sword in the box with his backhand, then he held the dagger tightly and turned around and stabbed.

Originally this must-have blow, but suddenly, it seemed like someone was pulling a hand behind him. Unpredictable, Ruoshui lost his center of gravity - he fell back, turned his head, and saw only a cold light in the darkness that passed through his neck.

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But at the last moment, Ruoshui couldn't figure it out anyway. He was a profession of level 27, which is also a profession known for his speed, but why was the opponent's speed so fast? How high is the opponent's level? It's impossible to be a third-level profession, or is it that he has reached the level of level 40 or above?

If the Qihai Brigade exists like this, then is it a nonsense novice Brigade?

In the ‘Audience Seat’, people have long recognized Ruoshui’s identity. Illusion may not be the symbol of this ‘Shadow in the Lake’, but hiding the shadow under refraction is the unique skill of this outstanding newcomer three years ago. It is rumored that he has been to the Lake of Mirror and has had some unique experiences there, and got a legendary armor, and the image in the mirror is also from this.

As soon as he fought with the box, people confirmed the identity of the ten best newcomer. His quick reaction and pleasing fighting skills were by no means something that ordinary people could show.

"That's Ruoshui from Yuechen. Didn't Yuechen always have a high attitude and not participate in these things?"

"But they are very close to the alliance, after all, they are also members of the former alliance."

People were talking.

But what really shocked them was that this rookie who was ranked among the top ten in the guilds three years ago had only one defensive moment, and the opponent's speed was simply a bit amazing - ordinary callers could never have this speed at this level, so they could only be equipment and ability.

And the sword in his hand, what's going on?

People have not forgotten the shocking scene of crows flying out of the forest.

But they at least thought Ruoshui could stand up with this young man for a moment. They watched the genius young man from Yuechen escape from the opponent's attack range. This was entirely based on experience, and this was the strength of the top newcomer back then.

But suddenly, Ruoshui's figure paused in the air, and then was pulled back. The box turned around and a sword flashed. A cold light flashed. The boy's head rolled down and fell into the snow. The blood was eye-catching, and the body gradually turned into white light. Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in amazement:

That's it?

What happened just now?

Then they saw that the gloves worn on the left hand of the box and the silver thread outlined on the pitch-black leather were shining under the glory of magic. A short staff floated up from his waist, drew an arc, and flew into his hands.

this?

Power-powered magician and guerrilla?

After La God, there is a magic swordsman in Etariya?

But the highest of the Ten Kings at the top of Thebes is the blood of the almighty. What talent does this man have?

The box stood still and looked to the side. The two fronts on the battlefield were in a stalemate. The ice giant had gradually retreated under the attacks of several gray shadows and Bad-Black Feathers, but the two wings of the Crow Claw Temple were also retreating.

On the other side of the battlefield, Xiesta and Mei, were fighting with three high-level gray knights, and both sides had no time to care about it. The Paparals were sucking cold-shot arrows in the forest, and they could not see each other's shadow for the time being - but I think it was impossible for the gray knight to find this "King of Nightingale".

He then turned around and looked at the gray shadows on the battlefield, then took a step and walked in that direction. But when he said that he was walking, his speed was already unimaginable. With just one step, it was like an open battlefield shortening the distance under his feet, and the gray shadow was pulled in front of him.

The other party was fighting with an ice giant. After avoiding the giant's attack on the ground, he walked around under the giant and slashed at the giant's feet with a sword, leaving a deep hole there. Then he turned over and rolled around and walked behind the ice giant.

Only when he got together did he see a young man standing in front of him, split into seven in front of him, and each shadow swung a sword at him.

The gray shadow was shocked and blocked with a sword. He blocked three swords in a row, and each sword of the other party turned into a dispersed black mist. How could he not be familiar with this ability? The gray shadow's master couldn't help but shouted in shock: "Ruoshui?" But the box did not answer his words. The seven swords turned into one sword. After the other party blocked six swords in a row, the last sword finally revealed a flaw. He stepped forward, raised his left hand, and pushed forward along the opponent's empty door.

A huge force hit the man's chest, and the other party flew out, and was swept by the claws of the ice giant swinging behind him, and turned into a white light and disappeared on the spot.

There was a silence in the live broadcast room.

How could he still have the ability of the shadow in the lake?

They have heard of the legendary skills and mind reading skills. Just take a look at the other party's skills and can imitate 30 to 40%. KUN, the omniscient KUN of the Silver Forest, has such ability. If he kills the Flying Dragon King Terra gets the reward, he has never heard of the second person having such skills.

What's more, the box imitates more than 30% of it, it's just an exact mirror. What's more, in this mirror, the box actually retains its original speed and skills, which is simply a fantasy.

But in the crowd, someone finally recognized the sword.

"Edwin Claywo!"

"Devil Sword, Gwenders."

A name flashed through Bud Heiyu's heart, and the dark light in his eyes seemed to be the essence. He looked at the shuttle shadows on the battlefield and shouted: "Stop that person first, I need your help."

Several gray shadows stopped all the time, and they looked at each other. They saw Ruoshui and their colleagues' deaths before, but they had not yet reacted for a while. At this moment, the guardian of the Crow Claw Temple made a request. They knew each other's identity and of course they were happy to do so.

Three or four gray shadows nodded in one go, then turned around and shot towards the direction where the box was.

The box was always paying attention to the changes here, and silently clasped the sword. He realized that the young man he had dealt with before was slightly stronger than these gray men. But to deal with three or four people at the same time, it was still somewhat beyond his ability. The Blood Thorns were time-consuming, but he could not launch the crow's vegetation again.

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It was just at this moment that a low voice rang in his ear:

"Don't worry about them, we are half of them."

A silver light flashed through the darkness.

The Yinhua slashed towards one of the gray shadows, forcing the other party to stop, jump forward, and pass by Yin Guang. The box turned around and watched the graceful figure walking out of the darkness-

Miss Nightingale fiddled with her long hair and walked out of the edge of the forest. She opened her white slender fingers and led forward. A lightning flashed backwards from where Yinhua disappeared.

The gray shadow suddenly let out a muffled groan, turned around, covering the burning marks on his arms.

“That’s…”

"It's the Nightingale, the reinforcements from the Seven Seas Brigade have arrived."

I immediately recognized it from the community.

The box couldn't help but relax slightly, and then he put down the blade slightly.

The leader and the others arrived.

Bud Heiyu was looking up, watching the shadow falling from the air, a sword light fell from the air. He raised his sword, and when a loud noise, a golden flame exploded from the place where the sword and the sword met. The black shadow bounced back and landed on the ground. He raised his head and there was a flashing red light under the pointed hat.

Its mechanical arm, which was as slender as a bamboo pole, held a dark long knife tightly, and pointed in this direction. From behind the slender structure, another black shadow flashed out, and a sword light slashed. Bad Heiyu blocked three swords in a row, took a step back, then raised his head and looked at the components that stopped in front of him.

His eyebrows slightly raised and he asked in a deep voice: "Where did you get these components?"

What he asked was the boy who appeared behind the body, wearing an alchemist coat. Fang Zhu raised his right hand, and the Lone King's Pride flashed a slight light under the firelight on the battlefield, but he only put his palm flat and pointed at the other party.

A trace of doubt flashed through his heart, but he did not answer.

The ray of light flashing in Bud Heiyu's eyes did not escape his eyes. The other party obviously recognized these components, and a complex of doubts rose from his heart, but it was just a flash. He raised his head, looked at the other party quietly, and spoke:

"You guys lost."

Bud Heiyu was stunned for a moment.

He looked around and saw four gray shadows blocked by Alisa and the box, and the element made the boy command the ice giant to further press the Knights' front. The gray knights under him were blocked by the Paparal girl and the lady in maid's outfits. These fronts were stalemate.

But what is really fatal is that the redeemed person has entered the mercenary front and collapsed only in a flash.

He shook his head and sighed. He still looked down on these people. He thought these people were just adventurers who lack organization, but it turned out that it was not the case. He turned the blade, inserted it into the ground, pressed the hilt with his hand, and looked at the other party and asked:

"The alchemist before was you?"
To be continued...