Four Hundred and Seventy-Three Is Really Not Frank at All...

That night…

Compared with the daytime, the night in the desert is actually relatively cold.

The wind and sand blowing in the desert brought cool air, making the starry sky look extraordinarily transparent. Even if it is not as beautiful as the starry night scene of Xingli Temple, it still makes people feel a sense of peace in their hearts.

And in a certain corner of the desert, a wooden hotel is quietly located in the center of the wind and sand. It looks a bit fragile, but it is surprisingly strong.

This wooden hotel is naturally the stronghold for the outside world to stay in this desert.

At this time, Shana was at the top of the hotel, sitting on the roof, hugging her knees, wearing black clothes, looking at the night sky with the stars in the sky reflected in her eyes, and her waist-length black long straight hair was even more beautiful. Flying in the wind, the picture looks very beautiful.

However, Xia Na's heart is definitely not as peaceful as it looks on the surface.

During the day, Fang Li's words kept replaying in Shana's heart, causing Shana to fall into deep thought.

The nasty feeling has completely disappeared.

The emotion of fear also subsided slowly.

Just as the intense feelings during the day were just an illusion, Xia Na no longer had that mood that was not her own style, and what she had was only reflection and consideration.

It has to be said that Fang Li's words really resonated with Shana.

And this resonance, Yalastel also has.

So, Alastair spoke like this.

"I don't think what Fang Li said is unreasonable." Alastair said in a low tone, "If there are really big changes in the "Masquerade" in the future, your strength may be a little insufficient. "

This is exactly what Shana is also thinking about.

"Although thanks to that man before, you already know how to draw out some of my power, but you are just using my flame." Alastair said: "As a "flame-haired and burning-eyed killer" Speaking of which, your fighting style is not formed. "

That's right.

Shana's fighting style didn't take shape.

For a long time, Shana has only used Zhi Dian Zana to fight with her super physical strength and physical skills. As a Fire Mist Warrior, she is still immature.

Although, because of her talent, Shana's combat power is definitely not weak among the Huowu fighters. Before she mastered her own fighting style, she had the strength to rival the Red World Demon King, and she defeated Marionne more than once. As far as this senior with some qualifications can tap his own potential, Shana hasn't done enough.

"The power of the Huowu warrior comes from his own strong imagination of power and the power of the contracted demon king in his body. Only after the fusion of the two can he exert his true power."

It was rare for Alastair to explain to Shana in a somewhat verbose manner.

"For example, the "flame-haired killer" of the previous generation understood her own power as the imagination of "legion". Therefore, after she fused my power and imagination, she developed the ability to build my flames into hundreds of The free method of the human knight army, even the equipment can be materialized, and they have been charging on the battlefield. In that era, they were even hailed as the strongest fire and fog warriors. "

However, Shana simply drew out the flames of the contracted demon king in her body, she hadn't realized her own strength, gained her own understanding of power, and fused it with the contracted demon king's power to form a real fighting method.

Therefore, if the current Shana really cares about it, she can only be regarded as a half-hearted Huowu warrior.

This is also one of the reasons why Shana felt inferior about her inability to use the power of Alastair as she wished.

"Think about 'The Eulogy Bard' and 'Ravaged Minions. "

Alastair gave another example.

"Her flame coat toca and massacre impromptu poems are all formed from her own imagination of power and the fusion with Marcosias' power, and you can only use my flame to condense wings or palace Zena's blade,

The main way of fighting is still based on physical skills, which is a proof of your immature strength. "

In other words, Shana actually still has a huge room for improvement.

"Fang Li is right."

Alastair concluded with this sentence.

"You haven't become a real 'flaming-eyed killer' yet. "

Xia Na knows this matter best.

Otherwise, with Alastair as the real demon god of the Red World, if Shana can unleash its terrifying power, it will definitely not be just the fourth level.

Shana is very clear.

Very clear.

But it was precisely because it was so clear that Shana understood what Alastair wanted to express.

Therefore, Shana spoke in a low voice.

"Alastair also agrees that I leave, and train my own strength first?"

Alastair didn't answer.

However, this silence is the invisible affirmation.

Shana also understood this.

Therefore, Shana didn't ask Alastair what she should do if she wanted to become stronger.

Because Alastair couldn't answer either.

Now, what Shana lacked was her comprehension and understanding of power.

As long as this can be accomplished, then Shana can integrate her powerful imagination into the power of Alastair, discover her true power, and awaken to become a real "killer with burning hair and burning eyes".

In this regard, Alastair can't help Shana.

Otherwise, Alastair would have helped.

So Shana raised her head again and looked at the night sky.

At this moment, Shana recalled many things.

Recalling the study in Tiandao Palace.

Recalling the heart-shaking scenes brought by Fang Li's bloody battle.

Recalling the tragic situation when facing the three pillar ministers in the Xingli Palace.

In the end, what Shana recalled was Fang Li holding the trigger of happiness, pointing at her forehead, and saying those words to herself.

"Xana, do you trust me?"

Thinking of this, Shana finally made a decision.

...

the next day...

When Fang Li woke up, he immediately found out.

On his bedside, there is something.

That's a pineapple bun.

A piece of paper is pressed under the pineapple bread.

Fang Li took the pineapple bread and spread out the paper.

On it, there is a line of writing.

———“Next time, I will become stronger than you”———

Seeing this line of writing, Fang Li couldn't help laughing.

"It's not frank at all..."

After saying such a sentence, Fang Li turned his head and looked out the window.

In the endless desert, there seemed to be a girl in black who was walking slowly against the wind and sand.

For Fang Li, a thin but tall figure.