In mid-air, Raven appeared and hugged Karin from behind. Baidu search to force literature network

"Brother - I'm okay, I just got three punches." Karin stubbornly wanted to push Raven away.

Lei Wen's face froze: "It was originally a [Hundred Split Fist], it didn't use the dark energy, and it stopped without hitting a hundred punches. How dare you say that you only hit three punches?"

Karin shuddered, but did not argue any further. She knew that she had lost, but she was too unwilling, and Lei Wen entered the golden stage first in the morning. The gap that was like a moat didn't seem to close at all.

Biting her lip tightly, Karin held back her tears, broke free from Raven's embrace, turned around and ran towards the player channel...

Raven sighed, and only after the competition was over could he have a good talk with Karin.

"Grave, thank you."

"Hey, I'm just trying to save my life." The evil monk, whose face was covered in white cloth, looked at Lei Wen with his deep black eyes, and smiled grimly, his index finger pointed at Lei Wen: "Although the competition will be Since then, your tactics have been very upright, but I smell the top assassin in you. I don't know your past deeds, I really think you are the number one killer of the dark sun. "

"The head is on your head, do whatever you want." With that being said, Raiwen complained in his heart: I hate this kind of guy with amazing intuition the most.

Completely ignoring disguise and past experiences, and seeing the essence directly.

Perverts with a sixth sense are just so uneasy.

"I'm so happy, I don't know why the **** girl suddenly left, but it's just right. Among the four, I'm the first one to seriously taste your perfect and green fruit." The evil monk's eyes were suddenly full of frenzy. Violent aura, can that still be called human eyes?

Looking at those eyes, Raven naturally thought of the monsters and beasts in the bottomless abyss.

"Taste me? Aren't you afraid you'll knock your teeth?" Raven smiled.

"No no no—" Shaking his fingers wrapped in white cloth. The evil monk licked his thick scarlet tongue: "Delicacy is always a process, not a result. As long as the process is good, it doesn't matter what the result is!"

Raven shrugged: "Ah, it seems that I can't talk to you. Although I am not a perfectionist, I hope the process and results are good."

Suddenly sighing, the evil monk grinned and said, "Let's talk with our fists."

Raven's Sword of the Conqueror in his left hand. Right Phantom Throne: "Sorry, bullying the unarmed weak. It's also one of my favorites."

Unarmed? When did monks use weapons?

Also, where is the evil monk weak?

"Pfft—" Wallis in the distance pricked up his long elf ears and couldn't help laughing.

The evil monk ignored Wallis, and instead stared at Raven's seemingly empty right hand: "Very interesting weapon. Is this the legendary weapon that you got back from the treasury of an empire that you lost?"

"right!"

"Very good! I'm more and more interested in you." The voice fell, and the evil monk looked at Raven with a creepy gaze, and he began to walk slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps, each step, the aura of the evil monk will be condensed. Raiwen knew that the evil monk had already opened his eyes at this moment, and the psychic power that surged up from his body made his skin as hard as steel and his fists as powerful as a giant axe.

Raven couldn't help but rejoice. Fortunately, his expertise has just strengthened the internal organs, otherwise, as long as he hits the evil monk, he will be finished.

The two got closer and closer, and the huge noise from the auditorium in their ears had already been filtered out by their ears. Between heaven and earth, all they can see is each other.

The time was approaching noon unknowingly, the bright sun shone on the granite ring, a faint halo appeared, the wind was blowing more and more unknowingly, and the **** smell oozing from the black soil under the stage was light. There was a soft tumbling sound of a small gravel.

It was such a delicate and incredible sound. It became the sound of the starting gunshot for the two to fight.

The voices of the two disappeared at the same time.

It's a war of speed and speed.

Two figures flew in the air.

The moment before the contact, Raiwen suddenly divided into ten. Countless shadow energy spots appeared on every Raven's body.

At first, the evil monk thought that Raiwen had a funny brain, but he actually used the shadow energy, which is not good at defense, as his armor. After seeing it clearly, the evil monk cursed his mother.

It's not that the evil monk has never seen a rogue-type professional throwing shadow darts, but the Metamas have never seen so many shadow darts. When people throw shadow darts, at most they throw a handful of them with both hands at the same time.

Raven?

With the support of the [Hundred-Handed Giant] specialty, his entire body is full of launch points.

At that moment, the evil monk thought he had run into an army of abyss arrow hedgehogs that could shoot poisonous stingers!

"Tudoo tug-" Shadow darts in units of thousands completely covered the entire space.

I couldn't tell which ones were real shadow darts and which ones were fakes. Evil monks can only instinctively dodge defenses in the most sparse places.

Despite this, I still don't know how many shadow darts have been hit.

In fact, the evil monk did not receive any damage. The copper skin and iron bones that the monk had trained were naturally high in armor, and the condensation defense at critical times further reduced the damage.

Converted to the damage value in the system prompt, it is only a single digit.

Greater damage is reflected in the environment. The shower-like shadow darts overturned on the granite floor, and every brick and stone was beaten into a hornet's nest. The densest place was like a pyrotechnic, and the hard granite turned into gravel and crushed soil. Splash around, covering all vision.

The audience held their breath.

In the misty dust, the slender black figure of the evil monk appeared swaying.

Except for the crotch of his trousers, the white cloth on his body was smashed into pieces by the shadow dart, revealing dark muscles like steel. Even more terrifying is like the face of an evil monk. It is a face that has been burned. Except for a pair of eyes that are still in place, the facial features of the entire face are almost melted.

What a terrifying face it was, the timid guy in the audience had already fainted from fright.

The evil monk's feet were full of cracked stones, and when he moved his bare feet a little, there was a sound of falling rocks.

The evil monk's eyes were frighteningly bright.

Raiwen's skin was a little prickly when he saw the fierce gaze of the awakened ancient beast. The psychic energy escaping from the evil monk's body is already terrifying, the kind of momentum that can make the temperature of the surrounding ten meters rise sharply by using psychic energy alone. Ordinary golden masters will feel suffocated just standing there. of burning sensation.

Raven still stood here quietly, the phantom and shadow aura entangled around him perfectly blended together, gently separating Raven from the high temperature.

"Perhaps you don't know what these white cloths mean to me. But I'm going to tell you, you've **** me off." The evil monk's tone had an incongruent and excited trembling.

A faint mist spread out from Raiwen, blocking the sound, and at the same time creating a phantom that Raiwen was not speaking.

In the audience's perception, the two are quietly confronting each other.

"The white cloth has the smell of the murderer who killed your family back then. But so what? You smell this smell every day, haven't you found out that it came from the Nine Hells?" Raven happened to be holding a piece of white cloth in his hand. He sniffed: "I generally know who the owner of this smell is."

The evil monk trembled all over, his eyes filled with unbelievable light: "You...you know?" The steel-like muscles suddenly swelled with excitement.

Raven raised the corner of his mouth: "I'll tell you if I win."

"it is good!"

As one of the most famous followers who had the opportunity to receive his subordinates in the previous game, the evil monk 'Grave', who is both good and evil, has a very high popularity among players. However, as one of the four heavenly kings of the turbulent beginning of the year, the evil monk is not a gold medalist to be fooled.

It is not false to bear the revenge of genocide, and it is not false to want to seek revenge, but unfortunately this master is a typical person who does not see a rabbit but not an eagle. If you don't have any dry goods to find him, he will directly kill you.

In a previous life, the player guild spent a lot of effort to find out who the enemy was. Who knows that the evil monk directly asked the guild to help him go to the ninth layer of **** to find revenge on the enemy!

His enemy is the left arm of the fifth devil king Prince Levistus.

The result can be imagined, the players who gritted their teeth and entered **** were all wiped out, and the evil monk had no good end, and was refined into a brainless killing machine.

To be honest, Lei Wen really wanted to take the evil monk as his younger brother. Although this guy has an extreme personality, once he looks for it, he is the most powerful loyal dog. Great idea, it depends on the situation. If Melissa's side is going well, it's not that Raven can't consider developing evil monks as followers.

Before that, he still needs to use his strength to subdue the evil monk, otherwise this guy has a face that the whole world owes him money and can't serve him at all.

Dealing with evil monks is not easy.

He's a warrior monk, but he doubles up as a deranged deputy, the imitator. A wonderful profession that can use psychic energy to imitate the opponent's unique tricks to launch a counter-kill.

This profession itself is not a fortress, and if it is used by evil monks, it becomes a bomber. The evil monk started looking for enemies all over the world at the age of 12. He has experienced more than 5,000 battles in 15 years, which gave him the most abundant combat experience.

He can easily find the opponent's weakness, whether it is professional, spiritual, or equipment, and directly use the opponent's most fearful moves to attack the opponent.

Of course, the evil monk didn't reach the point of a certain copy ninja.

In fact, there are still many moves with special requirements that he cannot copy. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

for example…

When the evil monk rushed forward as fast as a gust of wind, and was about to hit Leiwen's one, and then hit the hurricane combo, Leiwen suddenly released more than 30 phantom clones, and at the same time took out a lot of things from the storage bracelet .

Countless Ravens had the same cheap smiles on their faces, and saw him throw a lot of weapons at will. Not only swords, spears, swords, and halberds, but also some strange-shaped weapons whose purpose and nature are unknown.

Each piece looks like it has been sealed for a long time, and its ability to withstand a small amount of power infusion explains their rank - silver rank weapons.

With Raiwen's [Hundred-Handed Giant] feat, these weapons lightly touched any part of Raiwen's body, and immediately turned into a rapid electric star and shot towards the evil monk.

"Look at my copycat version of [The King's Treasure]!" (To be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day