Monarch of Evernight: Thirty-three mutual troubles (one hundred and twenty levels added)

bsp;No one expected that Song Zining would attack the dark army head-on this time. The breakout point he chose was the strongest point in the encirclement, which belonged to the battle line of a first-class Viscount of the Spider Demon.

In this battle, he once again put on the black silver ghost mask and rushed in front of the entire army. He deployed his spears and spears, which were neither gold nor jade, with all his strength. The spears were like lightning and the men were like dragons. He just killed the enemy's central army and led the entire army to break through the encirclement. Walk away.

After defeating the siege, Song Zining returned and cut off the rear.

His dark gray black silver battle armor has turned scarlet, and his robe is soaked in blood. It is difficult to tell whether it belongs to the enemy or his own. Even the mask has many damages, which shows the danger of the battle.

Song Zining leaned his gun on the ground and stood quietly. Opposite him was a scattered battle formation with at least half a division of dark race soldiers pursuing him. Behind him stood a dozen people who refused to evacuate with his own troops. A strong human being.

He looked straight ahead, but there was no dark army with heads in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

The rushing dark warriors suddenly stopped a hundred meters away, parted like waves, and a vampire count stepped out. This level is already a strong man guarding one side on the battlefield. It can be seen that the dark race has really invested in intercepting Song Zining.

"Surrender, you may have the honor of being embraced by His Royal Highness the Prince for the first time. Otherwise, your end will be to be put on the blood feast table." said the Blood Earl. He wears a small crown of fire on his collar. The Spike clan of the twelve ancient clans of the Blood Tribe has always been a member of the tough Ancestor Faction.

Song Zining's answer was just to slowly raise the tip of the gun. Suddenly, the autumn air was cold in a radius of ten feet, and the fallen leaves were falling, each one shining with a sharp light like a blade. He didn't seem to care at all that the other party was a powerful earl, who was three levels higher than him. Regardless of whether he was in the Evernight or Dawn camp, this level difference was likely to make many attacks and defenses ineffective.

The rich blood energy around the Blood Earl surged, and images of many land beasts appeared vaguely, roaring and roaring, as if they would turn into entities in the next moment.

Suddenly, an extremely clear and long sword chant sounded, and the sword intent soared to the sky, as if a divine weapon was unsheathed. At some point, a figure appeared on the west side of the battlefield, with sword energy as bones, white jade as flesh, and a sapphire blue shirt that was as dazzling as the sky and the sea.

The corners of the Blood Earl's pale eyes drooped slightly, casting a solemn shadow. The person who came was extremely arrogant. He was a thirteenth-level human warrior. Although he was still one level lower than him, the Blood Earl instinctively felt the extremely dangerous pressure.

The stalemate between the two sides lasted only a blink of an eye. The Blood Earl suddenly let out a sharp scream, and the billowing blood energy disappeared. The figure disappeared from the place like smoke. When he reappeared, he had retreated into the dark army, and the next moment he was hundreds of meters away.

The Blood Earl suddenly retreated, and the dark army also began to retreat. However, at this time, the sound of swords roared loudly, just like the sound of heavy rain on a rainy day. A streak of blue sword light was seen waving out horizontally. Wherever it passed, the dark warrior was cut off like harvested rice and wheat, and blood splashed on the ground into a river.

The young man in blue withdrew his sword, looked at the dark army that had turned into a retreat, and showed a warlike smile before turning to look at Song Zining.

At this time, the flag of the empire's army coming to respond appeared on the distant horizon.

Song Zining met the man's gaze and nodded slightly in greeting, but did not close his field or relax the spear in his hand.

The young man smiled, put the crystal-clear sword in his hand, like a long sword carved out of blue crystal, back into its sheath, and said, "I have always felt that people who learn the art of acting are a bit sneaky, but you are different. It is rare to dare to charge head-on with a few soldiers."

The words were both derogatory and complimentary. Song Zining simply said: "The brave will always win when meeting on a narrow road, and there is nothing better than this."

The young man in blue smiled brighter, and his voice was clear and slightly deep, "But I saw that although you have been surrounded by many people these days, you still look to the southwest in your free time."

Song Zining's eyes turned cold. In the past two days, he had long noticed that there was a strong man from the Dawn camp nearby who had been decorating his team, but no matter what the battle situation was, he never showed up. As expected, it was this young man in blue. So it seemed that this person came to the rescue in a critical moment, but he never let down his guard at all.

"It seems to be the Sleep of the Behemoth over there. I'm about to go there. Do you have anyone important in there? If so, then tell me." The young man in blue looked at Song Zining with a smile and spoke lightly. A few words, "I can kill him."

However, Song Zining did not react at all, not even moving the fingers holding the spear. His face was hidden behind the mask, and his eyes became emotionless. They moved from the face of the young man in blue to the collar, stayed for a while and then turned to the strange-style long sword.

The young man didn't care about Song Zining's almost rude gaze. He looked at the imperial reinforcements that were approaching quickly, and seemed to be slightly surprised, saying: "It's people from the Qingyang Zhang family who came, I'll leave first. But The Seventh Young Master of Song is completely different from the one in the legend, which is very interesting!" The blue light flashed, and the young man was already dozens of meters away.

Reinforcements arrived at this time, and they turned out to be Zhang Clan's private army, led by a twelfth-level general in his thirties. He ran to the nearest side and saw Song Zining and the dozens of soldiers who had left behind intact, with a sincere smile on his face. After greeting Song Zining, he looked in the direction where the young man in blue left and asked: "That man Who is it? The sword is so strong!”

The evil force of that sword strike just now was so fierce that you could see the blood spurting from a distance. Song Zining said calmly: "Respect the Li family of Tang Dynasty, Li Kuanglan."

General Zhang Clan's smile suddenly froze, and he looked a little unnatural. He didn't know whether it was because of this surname or because he had heard of the reputation of the young man in blue. He immediately said: "Song Seventh Young Master, your troops have arrived in a safe area. You can rest and recuperate at Wusan Base. In addition, it is not far from Marshal Boqian's forward headquarters. He wants to see you."

Song Zining slowly took off his mask, smiled slightly, and said: "I will naturally obey my fate."

Before leaving, Song Zining looked back and saw that the wilderness behind him was gray and empty. The dark army had long since retreated to the point where no shadow could be seen, and the young man in blue was nowhere to be found.

The news that Zhang Boqian summoned Song Zining spread quickly, which was a strong signal. Zhang Boqian's character will never be pretentious. His willingness to meet Song Zining means that he recognizes this rising star, which is equivalent to removing Song Zining from the feud between Zhang and Song.

Everyone thinks that Song Zining is lucky enough, but the person involved may have different ideas. In a corner where no one could see him, Song Zining was murmuring to himself, "Qianye, you've caused such a big trouble for me, so it's even if I cause you trouble."

Compared with the thousands of kilometers of fighting around it, the edge of "Sleep of Behemoths" seems a bit deserted. The Eternal Night Council and the Empire have sent many strong men, so except for some surveillance personnel, there are almost no people around these days. Stay nearby.

A thin figure appeared on the edge of a rather hidden cliff, with shoulder-length hair flying in the wind. This is the long-lost photo of Bai Kong. At this moment, the white dress on her body is in tatters, and her skin is full of wounds and bruises. Her abdomen was wrapped in a thick bandage, the edges already looked a little dirty, and there was blood seeping out of it.

It seems that she has not been living a very good life during this past period. However, her eyes were still clear and sharp, as if no matter what happened, she could not be distracted and lonely.

She holds a short knife in her left hand. It is gorgeous yet sharp. Judging from the workmanship, it must have been made by a famous artist. This was obviously a demon-style short knife, but I didn't know how it fell into her hands. But it is conceivable that the process in between must not be so pleasant.

Bai Kong looked at the canyon where the clouds were surging, and jumped in without any more hesitation. The moment her little figure fell into the fog, a white bumpy figure appeared in the distance.

Bai Aotu looked at the direction of the cliff in the distance, frowning slightly. There was a smell there just now that made her feel familiar. But the breath disappeared in a flash and never reappeared.

Bai Aoyu tried to enhance his perception, but found nothing. She is not good at this, and the rainbow light turbulence below has extremely obvious interference with perception.

However, Bai Aotu doesn't care about this obstacle at all. She no longer paid attention to the breath, put her hands in her sleeves, and walked forward leisurely as if she were walking on the wind and water. In a blink of an eye, she reached the edge of the cliff, and jumped down without stopping.

In the Yongye White Valve's station, the White Dragon Armor was busy gathering the troops who had withdrawn from the **** battlefield, counting casualties, processing pensions, and counting military merits. They were so busy that the sky was dark. Bai Aufu neither knows how to do these things nor wants to do them.

However, White Dragon Armor has led troops in the Broken Wing Angel for many years and knows that these seemingly trivial matters are actually extremely important. It can be said that maintaining the morale of an army lies in these details. Since Bai Aotu is unwilling to do it, and the other people in the Bai family are not talented enough, Bai Longjia has to take on the responsibility himself.

At this moment, the **** battle has come to an end, and all kinds of military affairs are piled up, making the White Dragon Armor busy day and night. At this moment, his subordinate sent a letter, a letter from Bai Aufu. There is only one line in the letter: If you want to go to the sleep of the beast, don’t read it.

After reading the letter, Bai Longjia was silent for a long time, and finally slapped the letter on the table, his face ashen. He was angry because of Bai Bubu, which was an extremely rare thing for Bai Longjia, who had always looked up to his sister.

In the past, Bai Aoyu acted unscrupulously, that was all. At that time, she was still a young genius. However, in recent years, Bai Aotu's strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and his martial arts realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, becoming the backbone of the White Valve. Considering her age and future prospects, it is almost certain that she will become the number one master of the White Valve in the future.

But entering the Sleep of Behemoths carries the risk of falling. Once something happens to Bai Boutu, the blow to Bai Valve will be immeasurable. But Bai Longjia has never been able to intervene in how she acts.

However, after this **** battle, the conflict between the Bai clan and the Zhao clan has surfaced. How to deal with it in the future is a critical moment. There are several major events in Baival's recent development plan, and Baiaotu plays an important role in them. Now she suddenly ran to the Sleep of Behemoths, immediately disrupting all plans.

When the anger subsided a little, Bai Longjia put the letter back into the envelope, sealed it carefully, called his entourage, and ordered: "Send this letter to the Presbyterian Council as quickly as possible!"

The entourage has been following Bai Longjia for many years. From his unusual tone, he realized the urgency of the matter and flew away immediately. A moment later, a high-speed airship took off and flew to the upper continent.

The White Dragon Armor put all the trivial military affairs aside, took out a stack of confidential files, opened them one by one, and concentrated on making detailed notes on them. Now Bai Aotu doesn't know when he will come back, so these plans have to be revised and drawn up again.

Unconsciously, from day to night, and from night to night. Bai Longjia had been at his desk for a whole day and night, only drinking a few sips of water. But the dossier was already filled with dense small print, and all the plans were actually drawn up.

With the strength of the White Dragon Armor, I feel very tired at this moment. However, looking at the thick stack of files, I felt very satisfied. These files are indeed the masterpiece of his military and political work in recent years. They must be sent to the Presbyterian Church and there will be repercussions.