Chapter 281: The final battle (13)

In the underground palace, the bells were blocked far away, and no one knew what was happening outside, but the fighting continued.
"Zheng Yingying!" Rong Yi, now Celtic, recognized the identity of the red priest with an unnamed blade. Zheng Yingying also recognized each other, and the skills of the time master are not difficult to recognize, even if there is a knighthood cover, there will always be signs.
Seeing that his identity was exposed, Zheng Yingying grabbed a □□ directly from [Elliot's Toy Box] and threw it out. Taking advantage of the smog that blocked the sight, Zheng Yingying quickly grabbed the mouse hiding in the side, the white priest rushed out.
The cloak rose, and the red priest instantly became Celtic. She put the dagger on the neck of the mouse and rushed to the others in the Ivy League, shouting: "The man caught it, retreat immediately!"
Everyone doubted that he had covered her, and naturally greeted the enemy behind him.
But it was another Celtic who rushed out immediately. The people of the Qingteng League were dumbfounded for a moment, and then Zheng Yingying had arrived behind them, regaining the appearance of a red priest.
Rong Yi's eyes were light, and his pocket watch shot, "Tick."
[Time Retracement] The time goes back by five seconds within ten meters.
It is time to go backwards, but people's memories will not go backwards. Zheng Yingying had been prepared for a long time, watching Rong Yi reappearing in front of her eyes.
Rong Yi didn't expect Zheng Yingying to play so wildly, and when he reacted, the dagger had arrived. He hurriedly leaned back, watching the dagger wipe the tip of his nose, dangerous and dangerous.
He was surprised by the growth of Zheng Yingying, and the strength of the ninth in the Red List should not be underestimated. But Rong Yi is Rong Yi after all. Although Zheng Yingying is powerful, he is still worse than him.
"Stop, you can't beat me." Rong Yi, in addition to the ability to control time, melee ability should not be underestimated. The two worlds are human. The road he has traveled and the battles he has experienced are not comparable to those of ordinary players. Even if he puts down his pocket watch and picks up his sword, he is still a qualified warrior.
"It's late." Zheng Yingying didn't talk nonsense, raising his hand or killing. And just like this, the Rose sect again killed him, trying to hold Rong Yi down.
The Ivy League is not vegetarian, but with Rong Yi, their deaths and injuries were originally smaller than the Rose Sect. Even if there is more Zheng Yingying now, they still have the upper hand.
The fierce fighting continued.
Zheng Yingying has the high defensive equipment of the Vientiane cloak. It is not easy for Rong Yi to take her in a short time, and he does not want to kill her.
"Leave the mouse, I will let you go." Rong Yi chose to step back.
"Impossible." Zheng Yingying is still tough.
"This is the person Tang Tang wants."
"Such words work once, but not necessarily twice."
Zheng Yingying dragged his cloak to carry Rong Yi's sword, while at the same time the dagger was lifted, and Rong Yi's arm was thrust straight from the bottom. Rong Yi escaped sideways, who knew that Zheng Yingying actually expected his actions. He first moved the dagger sideways, centering his forearm, and punctured a blood in an instant.
[Engulfed] Immediately launched, Rong Yi can feel that the energy in the body is robbed by the nameless blade. The pocket watch moves again, and this will stop the swallowing.
But his wound is still there. This kind of injury is too domineering and almost irreversible. Rong Yi clutched his forearm, but frowned at the mouse sitting behind a side column.
Just now the mouse suddenly spoke, and a simple "left" word reminded Zheng Yingying.
Mind reading, an almost unsolvable skill.
This is good, two hit one.
Rong Yi smiled bitterly, he really did not live very easily. Zheng Yingying looked back at the mouse. In addition to showing a fanatical worship of the gods, this person was immersed in his world most of the time and was reluctant to communicate with people. Why is he suddenly speaking now?
She glanced at the task panel again. The last task that merged with the white priest was completed. Now the task is to assist the other party.
Assisting the mouse to do the task sounds harder than letting Zheng Yingying kill. But since the mouse has already spoken to help, Zheng Yingying doesn't care much. She must complete the task and must leave alive.
"Step back." The mouse spoke again.
Without any hesitation, Zheng Yingying successfully escaped Rong Yi's sword again, and then launched a surprise attack. With the help of the mouse, Rong Yi was restricted everywhere, and the third place in the red list was gradually suppressed by Zheng Yingying.
"Don't care about me, kill the bishop with all your strength!" Rong Yi ordered, and the members of the Ivy League hesitated for a moment, then they all rushed towards the mouse. But the mouse has a mind-reading technique, and he can fully predict the course of everyone's travel, thus avoiding it in advance.
This is a very elusive bishop.
The white cardinal of the Rose sect, the legendary big figure, should have existed more powerfully than the monitor Roger Reed. But he hadn't shot anything along the way, and he didn't look like a gangster when he was hiding aside. At one time, the people of the League of Ivy League were puzzled, suspecting that he was a fake. But now, he obviously just moved the pace at random, stunned to evade all the attacks, and there was an unfathomable model all over him.
"Kill him at all costs!" The men of the Ivy League were frightened and more determined to kill the bishop here.
There is no victory or defeat here, but Leng Miao and Yan Yun have stopped.
Leng Miao's ooc attracted thunder robbery, although it could threaten Yan Yun, but he also took a huge risk. Yan Yun was afraid that he would destroy the Underground Palace, and he dared not force him any more. The two sides faced each other more than fifty meters apart.
The thunder faded, Yan Yun looked at the masonry and dust falling down, looking helpless, saying: "Miao Miu, you really have to pierce me the roof of this palace today, I can only talk to A Qi Crying."
Leng Miao: "Let him talk less, otherwise I will go through it now."
"Okay." Yan Yun shrugged. "Now the children have run away, can you always get along with me peacefully? If we fight like this, it won't benefit anyone."
Leng Miao still did not put down his staff, "Then let's talk."
It was not easy for Leng Miao to say "come and talk". Yan Yun raised his hand with great interest. "Okay, what do you want to talk about? Would you like to ask me Mr. Crow?"
Leng Miao: "No, killing Mr. Crow has never been a problem."
"Oh?" Yan Yun wondered what he was going to say.
"You can kill, anyone can kill. If you kill Mr. Crow and build a better Yongye city, then you will become a hero. Become a king and defeat a knight, don't you?" Leng Miao looked calm.
"Since you know everything, what are you going to talk to me about?"
"The times are different, Yan Yun. You don’t want to be a hero, you want to be a king, as ambitious as Louis XIV. But no king is needed in this era. In this era of freedom and equality, No one will be willing to be a courtier. Even if Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng cannot stop you, there will be others standing up to stop you, and you are destined to fail."
"Are you trying to say that the wave of the times will shoot me to death?" Yan Yun chuckled and asked, "You don't seem to be a person who cares about me, and it's not like someone who speaks for the general public, I guess Guess, are you for A Qi? Do you want to persuade me to stop? Or let me take a step back and choose to cooperate with Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng to accept this era of freedom and equality?"
Leng Miao rolled his eyes. "Whatever you think."
Who the I am not for Rong Yi, I owe you.
I was afraid that I hadn't dug up the ancestral tombs of your brothers.
Yan Yun shook his head with a smile, "Miao Miu, you are lovely, but I'm sorry I can't promise you anything. A Qi should have told you that any persuasion is useless to me."
Rong Yi did say this to Leng Miao, but Leng Miao just wanted to try again, "even for Yanqi?"
"Who must someone live in this world for? You want me to fulfill Aqi and to spend time with his brothers, brothers, and brothers, so why not fulfill me?" Yan Yun asked lightly, holding his hands apart, negative Behind him, "He regarded me as his brother, but he didn't stand firmly on my side, did he?"
Leng Miao: "Then you can shut up."
Leng Miao announced that his patience had run out, so he should not talk nonsense to Yan Yun. However, Yan Yun was still unhurried. He glanced at the system panel, and the task stayed there for a long time without moving.
"I want to continue the task, but with so many magic patterns, I really can't find out what I want in a moment and a half. You still let my helpers go, then you can only help me find it ."
"You dream."
"No, Miao Miu, I'm number one on the Red List. Have you forgotten?"
Yan Yun's words made the alarm bell in Leng Miao's mind, but he didn't wait for him to respond. Yan Yun used the tip of the black umbrella to lightly touch the ground. The magic light penetrated into the ground from the tip of the umbrella and instantly activated the magic circle.
But when was this magic circle drawn? !
Leng Miao frowned as he looked at the Pentacle star lit up at his feet, and he was stunned, but he also quickly guessed that this was Yan Yun's quietly drawing in the process of fighting with him, without knowing it.
This is the strength of the Red List. No one knows how many skills he has and how many cards he still has. At this moment, Leng Miao was trapped in the circle, unable to move.
Soon, Yan Yun appeared beside him, leaned over and leaned against his ear, and said, "You underestimate me, Miao Miu. Playing with you for so long may make you misunderstand me as an overly benevolent person."
Leng Miao Shen Sheng: "What do you want to do?"
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to pinch his face, forcing him to look at himself, "Look at my eyes, Miao Miu, tell me, what do you see?"
Leng Miao was forced to raise his head and frown at him, but the moment he touched his eyes, Leng Miao froze. He seemed to be wrapped in a huge thick black, his soul was captured, and slowly fell into it, unable to break free.
"from now on."
Yan Yun's voice gradually became distracted.
"I am your god."
At the same time, Chi Yan, who escaped with a group of Xiao Douding, stopped abruptly, and a series of "horses" jumped out of his mouth. Jack, who was behind him, didn't stop the car and hit him. He held his head and leaned out from behind his back. When he saw the situation in front, he opened his mouth in surprise.
"It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days..." Chi Yan lying down for a long time, finally spit out a cultured sentence to correct the name of the high school students.
I saw a black bird cage-like hall in front, countless black columns propped up the carved dome, and each column had a gap of about five or six meters.
Because of these gaps, people outside the hall can easily see the situation inside the hall. There is a circular hole in the center of the dome, about as wide as an adult's outstretched arm. The reason why Chi Yan sees so clearly is because silver light is falling from the hole.
It is suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days, which is the only description that can be imagined in Chi Yan's mind. Countless silver light spots are like the pouring river, and they are like moonlight, falling from the dome of twenty or thirty meters and sprinkling on the ground.
From the main hall, it flows all the way down the stone steps until it comes to Chi Yan's feet.
He subconsciously stepped back a few steps, daring not to step forward, afraid of triggering something bad. And the silver river or moonlight, the fading out from the outside, is the limit here.
"Is this...magic?" Chi Yan's eyes widened in surprise.
"The well of time!" The teacher of the magic school gave the answer. He stared at the hole with an excited expression. "That's the location of the well of time!"