219 chapter night emperald seven

"Open the sky!"

The night is cold and cold against the sky. The long knives at the front end of the Qinglong scorpion are instantly separated from the front edge and rise in the wind. They turn into a semi-circular knife and smash into the front crocodile monsters.

"boom!"

The crocodile monster in front of it was directly hit by the knife, the powerful energy shock, let it roll directly in the air, fly back more than ten meters, and finally fall in the yellow sand and roll again.

"amount……"

The night was cold and satisfied with a nod, just the sight of Yu Guang, the remaining crocodile monster, has suddenly rushed from behind, sharp claws will soon be noisy directly behind the head.

"Hey..."

The night was cold and frowned, and did not escape, but the body glowed with a brown glow. A blister-like reticle will suddenly form, completely enveloping his body.

The mask is about one meter in diameter and is brown in color with a faint purple airflow.

"Hey!"

Behind the crocodile monster, two sharp claws directly grab the brown mask. Unexpectedly, this mask is like a slippery ball, and it slowly attacks the two claws and slides to the side.

"boom!"

The crocodile monster's powerful double claws squatted on the yellow sand and caught the ground with two deep grooves.

"Hey, hey"

The crocodile monster turned up again and continued to attack the mask. It’s just that the mask is weird and can distort the attack. Every attack of the crocodile monster is pulled by the reticle. If it is not attacked in the air, it will attack the ground. Every time it seems to attack the night light in the mask, it will slowly slide. Going on.

"boil!"

The crocodile monster is like a machine, and it is always a tireless attacker. The night is light and cold, standing in the mask, the eyes are slightly picked up, motionless, seems to be admiring the attack of the monster.

Of course, the night is not to appreciate, not to raise the spirit. He is controlling the gas field and twisting the monster's attack.

After half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release the gas field in the past few days. Just just learned, the control is not skilled, so he only let the gas field release about one meter. And every time the monster attacks him, there is a monster left, not to hurt it, but to let it attack, and he constantly controls the gas field, familiar with how to control the gas field to distort the monster's attack and protect himself.

Half an hour later, the night light forehead began to take a cold sweat. His mouth twitched slightly, but he smiled and waved his left hand. After a knife passed, the monster in front of him was directly shot. Rolling a few laps on the yellow sand, drilling into the ground, disappeared.

"call……"

The night is light and cold, and it is weak and soft to the ground. This continuously controls the gas field to distort the attack, which is very labor-intensive and war-torn.

"Little black, come out and play!"

A virtual shadow appeared in the chest, and the black appeared in front of the night light. It twisted the small arm and calf, and it was very humanized and stretched. He said: "Yes, boss, your continued time today. Ten more minutes! Keep working hard."

"Oh... this is a monster attack, only for more than half an hour. If a group of monsters, I guess I can't hold it for a minute!" The night light shook his head and smiled.

"Don't worry, boss, you only learned to release the gas field for a few days, and slowly adapt. I guess if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we have the hope to break through the monster's encirclement and reach the safe area of ​​the passage. !"

Xiaohei, licking his small eyes, smashed the small horn on his head in the night, and suddenly remembered something. He said: "Boss, is there any use for the night of the Emperor? I see you. After practicing for so long, I feel that apart from being skilled, I have done a lot of work, but the power has not grown bigger?"

amount? Night Emperor Seven!

It is said that this night is a bit cold and helpless for a long time, for more than half a month, fighting several monsters daily. Although the night of the Emperor's seven styles is very easy to practice, but it feels like how to practice this way, and can not increase the attack power. It’s just that he remembered the rumors of the night house, but he still hoped to say:

"The night emperor's family of seven rumors, if the seven-in-one fusion becomes a style, then the power will increase tenfold, but this seven-style feeling is completely different, how can it be integrated?"

"Fusion? This martial arts can also be integrated? The amount... Even if it can be integrated, it is quite difficult. But no one can integrate success in the night family?" Xiaohe slightly shook its small head, the voice of doubt.

The night is light and bitter, and laughs spontaneously. "I also know that it is impossible. The elites of the night family have emerged in an endless stream, and no one can integrate successfully. Even the ancestors of the night have never heard of the success of the fusion. Oh... just, I Don't practice this? What do I practice? I don't know anything?"

The night is light and cold, and the boring and monotonous life begins. Every day, in addition to cultivation, it is fighting with the monsters, the control method of the constant skill field, and the practice of the night emperor, hoping to realize the seven-in-one style of the night rumors. If the attack power is increased tenfold, then he can easily sweep a crocodile monster and easily break through the surrounding...

Night light cold in the Shenshen Mountain no day and night cultivation, live a monotonous life, no years in the mountains, I do not know what season, what day.

The Yanlong mainland is very lively, time flies, after the night is cold and falls into the mountains of the gods, one year has passed, and the Dragon Festival is coming.

This Dragon Festival, different ages. This is the 10,000 years of the Dragon. Yanlong has been in its own era for 10,000 years.

The three prefectures began to celebrate with joy and joy. Although the three palaces have different educational levels, the Dragon Festival is a festival that the three tribes all believe in.

Cangcheng is also bustling, and of course the night castle is certainly no exception. The lights are bright and a piece of joy.

It’s just that the night home is still quiet, and even the atmosphere is a bit serious and oppressive.

The night dragon night white tiger night green cattle did not have the mood to cultivate, but gathered together, the three people stood helplessly standing on the lakeside, looking at the entrance to the back of the mountain is somewhat sad, some helpless.

The entrance to the back of the mountain is a long row of stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can look at the entire night castle, you can also look at half of the Cangcheng, and the most prosperous southern gate of Cangcheng.

Above the ladder, at this time, standing two beautiful women, a woman with white hair, standing on the ladder and looking stubbornly, looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quiet No words.

This person is the night whisper, and the night light dance is standing on her side, her brows are slightly picked up, I don't know what I am thinking.

"Go back, whisper, it’s getting dark, it’s estimated that your brother may not come back, and then, even if your brother is back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news. You stand so stupidly. Not useful?"

After a long time, the night danced lightly, sighed softly, and whispered to the night. This little girl, in addition to cultivation in these days is standing here, stupid looking at the south gate of Cangcheng. It seems that she thinks that the Dragon Festival is coming, her brother will come back, but I don’t know...

The night whispered without answering, and did not turn around, just shook his head slightly, still looking at the front, a pair of clear eyes without a trace of impurities, full of faint sorrow and grievances.

Windy, the cold wind in winter, the white dress of the night whispered to sizzle, blowing her full of silver silk and flying, but also blowing the cold tears hidden in her eyes to the distance...

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