The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 79: Brilliant defeat (Part 1)

A head rolled in the mud, stopped at Toba's feet, brown skin, long brown hair tied into three strands, and tattoos on the left cheek. There is no doubt that this is the remnant of a female soldier in Colombo.

"M19'Broom Star''s spearman." Elliott only glanced at it and said sadly.

"Hi, long time no see, now let’s talk about the ferry ticket."

Three people walked from the rain curtain to the guarded pitchfork team. The man in the middle, wearing a big wide-brimmed hat, rained down the brim of the hat like pearls, wet the green cloak and white linen shirt, but this man still looks leisurely, like walking in the spring sunshine. An unhurried pace.

"W!" Sibi screamed, pulling the bowstring full, and the arrow of the streamer buzzed and trembled in the air because of tension and anger.

"Hi, how are you." Mr. W stretched out his hand to greet Sibi in particular.

Toba grabbed a step forward and blocked the little grasshopper behind him with his generous back. He rubbed his hands and said respectfully: "Mr. W, I didn't expect you to also participate in the arena... You never enter the cherry crossing. Participate in any activities organized by Dad."

"Yes Toba, I owe an old friend's love, so I can only rent a room from my father cheeky and find a partner to join in the fun." Mr. W took off his hat politely, Wei Wei Bent over to greet. Toba bowed hurriedly in response, and Elliott performed a knight's flat sword salute on the horse.

"My lord, you are the last thing we want to fight." The Rose Knight said frankly, "Plus the two gentlemen behind you. If we are not mistaken, the one on the left is from the v2 Debris team. His Excellency Hasarqin?"

Standing one step behind Mr. W, the tall and thin man in a rock yellow robe nodded in confirmation. The skeleton of this man was surprisingly large and thin, and a robe full of rain hung on his body, like a skeleton wrapped in a shroud and hung on the gallows.

"Who?" Toba asked in confusion.

"The main damage exporter of v2 ‘Debris’, Gwadar’s partner, heir to the ancient bloodline with terrifying combat effectiveness. ——He is a spiritual warlock." Elliott explained to everyone in a low voice.

"No wonder it looks familiar!" Toba patted his forehead.

"The other one is not very familiar to us, sorry." The Rose Knight greeted the third enemy.

Mr. W waved his hand, "You definitely don't know him. He is my old friend, my client, an old pedant who can't fight, and he joined in to make up for the quota of three people."

The old gentleman wrapped in a heavy felt cloak and wearing gold-framed crystal glasses couldn't help coughing and looked at Mr. W with blame.

"Okay, okay, it will be over soon, we will go back to the room to make a fire to keep warm." Mr. W comforted helplessly.

The expressions of Elliott, Toba and Longji became solemn.

How powerful is Mr. W, the King of Night at Cherry Crossing and the Emperor of the Powerless? No living person can prove it. There is a legend circulating in the streets and alleys. He once used his own power to annihilate the entire Cherry Crossing V-level team that unfortunately disturbed his sleep when he went out on a mission. After this battle, the v2 "Debris" rose to the top of the rankings. .

How powerful is the spiritualist Hasharqin? Too many people can prove it. His weird way of fighting made the loser unable to move and when Gwadar smashed his head with a cast iron scepter, he couldn't figure out why he lost his life.

How strong is the team of these two people? The old gentleman with glasses can attest. Bringing an uncombatable tourist to the perilous Twilight Arena, strolling leisurely to kill all enemies, and talking with them easily, this is the absolute self-confidence brought by absolute strength.

Yekong looked at the rain with a hollow expression, and placed his fingers on the hilt of the Buddha's tooth lightly, feeling the rhythmic tremor of the famous knife due to excitement.

Elliott turned his head to look at Toba: "Mr. Sir, do you want to fight?"

Toba looked a little hesitant.

"Go to war, uncle!" Sibi gritted her teeth, her soaked wheaten hair clinging to her face, looking like a helpless child.

Toba looked at Long Ji unnaturally, the Eastern woman holding a dagger, standing like a shadow in the rain.

"You are the captain. But I have a reason to go to the south." Long Ji said softly, two slender eyebrows drawing a firm expression.

Yekong said nothing.

Toba looked back at Elliott again, and the Rose Knight sighed: "If you want to fight, let’s fight. Everyone, the warrior Hasalchin has a very special way of fighting. Please remember one thing: When When he calls out your real names, don’t agree. Remember, it’s your real name, which is the name your mother used to call you at the moment of your birth. Keep it in your heart, please."

"Understood." The a51 tenants didn't doubt the Cavaliers' words, even though the request sounds a bit nonsense.

Toba nodded, took a deep breath, his broad chest bulged high, and when he was about to call out an attack command, Yakon took the lead.

The scene that Jonah saw was lower again, and then retreated at a high speed. Kalan holding the sword clings to the ground like a cheetah and quickly approached the enemy. The long sword and Buddha teeth plowed the high waves behind him. Mr. W's face quickly enlarged, and Jona seemed to see a smile of relief from the corner of W's mouth.

Without waiting for him to see it, everything became blurred.

Yekong’s left foot pierced deeply in front of Mr. W with a puff, and he stopped the forward momentum, spinning around and dragging the knife with great momentum, the Buddha’s teeth sprinkled a crystal water curtain, and drew a picture. The mournful half-moon knife light.

Mr. W drew out the light sword with handguards, tapped lightly on the blade, and floated backwards without weight.

Yekong turned his body again, and the second knife emerged from the mud on the ground, cutting every rain line encountered into two sections. Mr. W defended with a horizontal sword, and the Buddha's tooth intersected with the light sword from bottom to top. With a crisp sound of "ding", the enemy who is not strong at all floated away again like a violation of the principles of physics, and the surplus was not exhausted, with a long knife leaping high in the sky, hovering like a big ocher bird. In an instant, the knife light cut the air again.

Mr. W defended with the cross sword upwards, the serrated teeth of the Buddha's teeth locked the blade of the light sword with a click. Mr. W stepped back and took off the long sword, only to find that the only sword exuding infinite fighting spirit in the air was the owner of the sword. But disappeared.

He sensed the danger, his gaze swept down, and he saw a pair of gray eyes that were empty and without focus, but stopped breathing.

Yekong lay low in the mud, his left fist was placed on the navel, his right hand gave a wish, and the treasure gave birth to the karma seal. The secret technique from the ancient country in the far south brought violent destructive power from the void.

"Jiuguang...Ming King's Spear..." His arms glowed with golden flames, "...Double shots!" Yekong pushed both hands together, two strong wind circles burst out in the air, two lights The astonishing flame spear shot out one after another, turning the raindrops along the way into milky white vapor, penetrating the short space between the two, and illuminating Mr. W's slightly surprised face in an instant.

Perhaps feeling the amazing power of King Ming's spear. This time Mr. W didn't use that light sword to resist. He stepped lightly and retreated. It seemed that his speed was not fast, but he counteracted the rapid castration of King Ming's spear. The two flame spears spun and screamed before his nose, but they could never shorten the distance any more.

"You..." Mr. W wanted to say something, but he didn't have a chance to finish the second half of the sentence.

Yekong closed his eyes. He put his hands together with the vajra, his index fingers bent and joined, and his thumbs stood side by side on both sides, forming the handprints of Wang Dahui's sword, the top runner of the Buddha.

"Nan, Sanmanduo murmured, murmured, provokes the son of the son, sorrows congratulations..." The ancient Sanskrit words sounded like morning bells and evening drums, and the rain seemed to slow down at this moment. , Until the trajectory of each drop of water drop can be easily distinguished by the naked eye.

Toba slowly opened his mouth. Long Ji bends her body and will eject in the next instant; Elliott raises the long sword, Xibi's bow string is empty, the silver arrow has left the snake bow, is breaking through the air, and slowly advancing.

"...Cut off the root of ignorance, realize the silence of Nirvana, incomparable, the top of the great silence..." Yekong slowly opened his eyes, his pupils turned golden red, and felt the battle of Jona through his body. With an exclamation, he felt that a black hole had appeared inside Yekong's body, greedily devouring the little life force remaining in the sword-wielding life pool.

In Mr. W’s eyes, there is a little Yekong. In front of the little Yekong, a brilliant golden lotus is growing. Each golden petal of the lotus grows quickly and withers quickly, turning into Blood red brilliance.

"...Jiuguang...red lotus..." Yekong's hands were sealed, and he pushed forward. The glorious golden red lotus was as heavy as Mount Xumi, and every single cent of pushing would consume a ray of life. , But every single cent pushed forward shakes the whole world.

The corner of Yekong's left eye cracked, and the bright red blood drop slowly fell. The moment the blood drop fell into the solidified mud, he said the last word of the curse of Nine Light Forbidden.

"...put it!"

The red lotus flower is open.

The red lotus flower blooms in the twilight arena, and the dense layers of blood red petals split the space, as if the whole cherry crossing is turbulent because of it, the old man sat up from the chair and threw away his pipe: "Good fellow!"

In Mr. W’s eyes, the lotus flower was already big enough to obscure the sky. He retreated quickly, but the lotus shredded the two Ming Wang’s spears that had been fired before and approached. The sword made a series of crackling noises, and finally the magic circle burst like a soap. The whole sword was twisted into shiny metal powder by the petals. Jonah could clearly see it, and the brim of Mr. W's wide-brimmed top hat was also radiated by lotus flowers. His light and heat burned, and a strand of his white hair turned into fly ash.

At this moment, Yekong, who had overdrawn his life energy, fell headlong into the mud, and Jonah's vision suddenly went dark, and then the sky and the earth turned upside down. The strong sense of withdrawal made him scream.

With the tearing pain of his head, Jonah opened his eyes again and found himself back on the bed in room a51 of Cherry Du, surrounded by five friends with pitchforks, Yekong was squatting halfway on him. Next, put his hand on his chest, and in his hand, holding the little mouse,-recording and recreating fantasy Punjabi beast spirits.