Fairy’s Box

The night wind swept through the empty palace, and the curtains rolled by the eaves made a cold sound.

After Yalei stayed alone in this remote hall, the entire space seemed to have entered the cold winter first, and there was no trace of the heat that belonged to the deep summer, leaving only the deserted Gobi-like silence.

In the cold hall, the silk curtains rippled slightly.

The black-haired knight sat on a brown hardwood seat, facing the entrance of the hall, his eyes fixedly staring at the waning moon in the night sky. In his hard eyes, there was a huge depression surging under the ice.

He felt that he was like the moon in the sky now. Although it still radiated the moonlight clearly, it would be covered by clouds and mist at some point, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

The psychedelic realm is hard to guard against, and Yale has been looking for a way to wake up on his own.

In order to deal with the erosion of the consciousness of deification, the knights of the previous generation have thought of many ways, the most common and effective method is the totem suggestion method.

The specific method is to find any kind of item as a totem, usually self-interrogate the totem for a long time, and reflect on whether one is in a fantasy world. Through this neurotic self-suggestion, the training costs energy.

Once you get close to the item you choose to become a totem in the fantasy world, you can subconsciously generate the idea of ​​"Am I in the fantasy world", and there is a certain chance to break the fantasy state.

Although it is a way to cure the symptoms but not the root, and survive, but the black-haired knight who has no way to retreat has no time to pick and choose, and all skills that can prolong his life have to be tried.

For example, now, he is trying to find a way to adapt to the darkness and use the darkness as a totem.

The "King of Fear" is extremely powerful and can modify anything in the psychedelic realm at will, but at the moment of deification erosion, the short-lived darkness in consciousness cannot be erased.

If in that moment of darkness, relying on the instinctive self-examination that has been trained, you can realize that what happened next is an illusion, then maybe you can buy a little time.

Suddenly, a rhythm of water sounded in the hall, and at the moment when the black-haired knight looked back and inspected, a cloud and mist silently covered the bright moon, and darkness engulfed the sparsely starry night sky.

"It's coming... it's coming..."

A low and vague roar came from the night wind, and it wrapped around his ears like a cold poisonous snake.

"It's you again, and the ghost is still there... What tricks are there to play, just do it in one breath." Yale was vigilant and responded with a sneer.

"The end of your destiny is coming. If you resist me, tonight will be your death." The voice rose and fell with a chuckle.

"I don't believe in fate."

The black-haired knight scoffed at this, but subconsciously clenched his fists, and the knuckles creaked.

"Raise your head and face them, your destined death is coming." The vague voice spun in the darkness, with an indescribable coldness and depth.

"Um?"

Yale raised his head in shock, and suddenly found that, under the dim moonlight, at the end of the straight road in the hall, a pair of night walkers in black cloaks were vaguely reflected, walking along the long invisible road and passing through the heavy fog. He Han came towards the hall.

What assassin can sneak into the depths of the palace?

The black-haired knight tightened his brows and stood up from the hardwood seat at the same time, his muscles and bones tightened to the limit in an instant, and he headed towards the so-called **** of death.

It doesn't matter, as long as the **** of death is beaten into a dead man, then the fate of the guy's mouth is also a joke.

The distance between the three was getting closer and closer, and they stopped at the same time when they were less than twenty yards apart.

The cloaked assassin showed his true face in front of Yalei. Judging from their appearance, they should be a pair of siblings. The man had short blue hair, his lips were tightly pursed, and his neutral appearance looked very handsome. A radiant long sword.

The woman had double pupils in her eyes, and she had long snow-white hair that reached her ankles, flying slightly in the night wind. A silver lip ring was embedded in her plump lower lip, and she also held a slightly thinner rapier in her hand, standing slightly behind her companion.

"Who are you?"

Yale just asked casually and didn't expect them to answer. He clenched his right fist while speaking, and instantly plated his right arm with steel-like light.

Just as he gathered his strength, his arm suddenly trembled unconsciously, and a feeling of being swallowed by the deep darkness spread rapidly, starting from the fingertips of his right hand and gradually spreading to his shoulders.

The black-haired knight let out a low cry uncontrollably, his body was shocked, his eyes turned to his arm, and he saw dark red scars that seemed to be flowing with hot magma. Body spread!

The part where the light marks spread seems to have been cut off from the nerves, completely losing consciousness.

what happened?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, there were bursts of wild laughter in the darkness, and the surging invisible pressure followed:

"This time, everything is up to you to choose, choose, whether to prepare for death or become the strongest devil."

"To shut up!"

Yalei's face burst out with terrifying blue veins, his short black hair rattled with the night wind, he took a big step, and his whole body smashed the airflow into all directions, and grabbed the female assassin with narrow eyes with one hand.

clang--!

The broad-blade long sword swayed a silver crescent moon, streaked across the space like lightning, and slashed on the fingers of the black-haired knight that had turned into a falcon sword.

"Three stacks of moon wheels."

The female assassin's double pupils alternated, instantly turning white, the stabbing sword provoked a dazzling silver light, and the next moment, brilliance passed through the space.

Suddenly, an unparalleled sense of crisis rushed towards the black-haired knight.

With Yale as the center, within the surrounding digital range, a triple suspended silver halo rose from the bottom, completely wrapping him in it, and it was extremely beautiful and quickly gathered under the moonlight.

boom--!

The steel quenched fist smashed into the halo, and the red and white shattered light burst as the halo collapsed.

At this moment, the broad blade approached with the master, and the blade rubbed the black-haired knight's side face and disappeared, and at the moment when the two sides staggered, the four-foot-long sword suddenly spun rapidly. , as if a sharp blade swept across.

Yale dodged and evaded, staring at the figure of the female assassin flying up, his left hand shot out for a moment, spinning and cutting around the opponent's slender neck.

Whoosh-! ,

Just one second before the female assassin in the Falcon Sword Scroll, the five chain swords suddenly swerved, cutting off a strand of the opponent's snow-white hair.

At the same time, blood shot out from a wound on the side of the black-haired knight's face, his elbow soared, and he slammed into the broad-blade sword dangerously and bounced it away.

"..."

Yale clenched his steel teeth, glanced at the left leg where the light marks spread and lost consciousness, and his arm was like a gun to blast the blade, and his body leaned forward with a thrust, knocking the male assassin out.

呲——呲——!

Just when the black-haired knight's old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not born, three circular sword lights struck at the same time.

Ding Ding Ding-!

The chain sword quickly pointed to the ground, tensed sharply, and pushed the black-haired knight back to a standing position. He emptied with one hand, and was about to use the Void Wave to fight back, but found that the dark red light wheel in his palm collapsed after a little.

This **** erosive light mark... can actually affect my fighting spirit! ?

Unable to defend himself, Yale could only raise his arms to block and fight against the sword light.

Bang Bang Bang!

The triple light wheel bit his body instantly, and suddenly burst into a large number of light spots, which were countless fragments produced by the violent collision of the crimson fighting qi and the silver sword light.

The scattered light of different colors is like raindrops and sparks.

呲——!

The blood-soaked black-haired knight rushed out of the flames, stepped on the ground with one leg, and five falcon swords suddenly flew up and down, and the flashing cold light spread rapidly in the night sky, stabbing the female assassin's chest.

clang clang clang-!

A black afterimage appeared directly beside her, and the broad-blade sword slashed at a speed beyond the line of sight, slashing a sword light afterimage in front of the female assassin.

Snapped--!

The falcon sword was blocked without exception, but the furious Yalei rushed to the other side, grabbed the broad-edged sword from the afterimage, lifted the other side up into the air with one hand, and smashed it hard against the hard stone slab. ground.

boom--!

The slate on the straight road was suddenly torn apart, and the male assassin's entire body was penetrated into the sunken pothole. Incoming silver light.

laugh--!

Yalei's chest was pierced by a sword, and a **** arrow shot out from the wound, but his left hand also successfully grabbed the other's arm that was protecting his chest. With a grin on his face, he immediately twisted off the weaker one. Weak arm.

Whoosh-!

In the next instant, a broad-edged sword drilled from the ground broke the delicate balance between the two, and it shot the black-haired knight's crotch like a sharp arrow "whoosh".

Yale had to grab that arm and threw the silent female assassin into the distance. At the same time, he lowered his fingers, and the falcon sword twisted and twisted towards the broad-blade sword, wrapping it tightly.

"go to hell!"

The black-haired knight sensed the assassin's position underground, and after locking his sword, his body suddenly took a kneeling posture, and one knee hit the ground.

boom--!

A blow full of crimson vindictive energy slammed into the earth, like a meteor falling from the sky, smashing a deep scorched black crater on the ground with a wave of fire that rolled and collapsed.

The charred figure of the assassin was blown away by the waves of fire, rolled and fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and pulled out a short sword from behind, aiming at a certain part of the waves of fire.

boom--!

The red fire wave instantly retreated to both sides, and a figure burning with flames rushed forward.

This is a powerful blow, enough to smash a quasi-natural disaster-level warrior to slag. Even if it is blocked by the short sword in the assassin's hand, the impact force can blast it out for dozens of yards and destroy his body at the same time. organ.

With a grin, Yale stretched out his fist and slammed into the battered assassin. However, the moment he punched the dagger, his left leg seemed to disappear out of thin air, losing all intuition.

In the time gap that was too late to capture, the assassin captured his physical condition, the dagger spun into a sharp disc, and turned over with the whistling figure of the black-haired knight.

His body is soft and tough as if there is no bone, avoiding the attack range of the fist peak at an incredible angle, and going upstream, the dagger's thin and dazzling edge of the opponent's head.

A bright arc of light flashed between the two of them, "squeaking" across the throat of the black-haired knight, and the staggered figures of the two were frozen in a still picture.

"..."

The black-haired knight's eyes were round and bloodshot, and a huge crimson storm centered on him, roaring out of the space completely.

boom--!

The figure of the assassin was knocked away by the waves of fire rising from the sky, but due to the timely protection, he was not seriously injured and fell lightly to the ground.

After waiting patiently and the shock wave dissipated a little, he and the female assassin who came after him broke into the center of the explosion, looking for the opponent's figure.

Yale lay down in the charred sand, covering his throat with one hand, staring at the approaching assassin with wide eyes, half of his body was covered with dark red light marks.

"You have been cut off from the throat... and only one left arm is left for use..." In the darkness, the King of Terror's mocking voice was loud and quiet, and it sounded one after another with the fast pace of the assassin.

"What are you thinking about? Give up your weak will and choose to be one with me. You will get the power to destroy the world."

"Death is coming, if you hesitate, you will die."

"Look, they have come, under my control, your immortal body cannot be activated... it will surely die..."

The black-haired knight, disregarding the blood gushing from his throat, suddenly stretched out his arm, and five falcon swords sank into the depths of the hall and were pinned on a beam.

Whoosh-!

The next moment, the falcon sword shrank rapidly, dragging Yale's figure into the hall with a dazzling blood trail.

The Assassin brothers and sisters looked at each other, and at the same time stepped forward, chasing the interior of the hall.

...

Under a beam inside the palace, there was the sound of water dripping, and the smell of blood accumulated more and more in the space.

I can't die!

How could I die here... at the hands of two nameless assassins...

I gotta live... gotta live!

Yale choked his throat and turned his eyes to the figure of the assassin who was getting closer and closer. Countless pictures flashed in his mind, and his eyes suddenly swept to the sword on his waist, and his pupils suddenly shrank to a sharp point.

呲——!

The black-haired knight's left hand suddenly burst into a mass of red fire, scorching the wound on his neck fiercely, and the smell of roasting flesh burst out of the air.

Chong——!

Yale suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed the position above the knee of his right leg, penetrating the entire body of the sword into the entire leg bone. With the help of the sword, the knee joint was stuck, and the bone of the right leg was fixed, so that he could stand upright.

Ding Ding Ding-!

The five falcon swords swiftly hit the ground, propped up the black-haired knight's body, and stood firmly on the spot.

"..."

He raised his head, revealing the charred scar under his neck, silently staring at the assassin, his blood-stained face had no expression, but it looked more terrifying than any expression.

The Assassin brothers and sisters had solemn and vigilant expressions on their faces. The two took steps in unison, separated from left to right, and approached their opponents from two directions.