Chapter 303 Nasha'er's Fated Showdown (One More Update!)

Chapter 303 Nasha'er's Fated Showdown (One more update!)

"Crackling times..."

The firewood in the bonfire made a crisp sound from time to time, and the bright bonfire dispelled the coldness of the night.

Yi Qiu sat cross-legged by the campfire and looked at the ability-stretching capsule on his retina. Yi Qiu was not sure whether the ability-stretching capsule would help him.

However, judging from the description of the Capability Expansion Capsule, the range of items it covers can be said to be very large.

But just because the scope of items it includes is too large, the probability of being able to draw useful items is very small.

Yi Qiu currently doesn't have many non-professional skills, and among them, the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill has been idled.

Because Yi Qiu doesn't have so much free time to practice for the time being, his current level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu must be practiced for at least a few months before he can raise a level.

For Yi Qiu, the Bamen Dunjia is a very core ability in the combat system.

Yi Qiu is not sure whether the ability expansion capsule can produce items that can promote Bamen Dunjia, and there are not many abilities that can be derived from abilities similar to gene locks like Bamen Dunjia.

But after thinking about it, Yi Qiu is going to bid for it.

Although there are not many derivative abilities related to Bamen Dunjia, if he can draw skill scrolls like Day Tiger, it can save him a lot of practice time.

And now there is nothing to consume in Yiqiu's comprehensive network disaster coins, and it is a more correct choice to convert the comprehensive network disaster coins into strength in a timely manner.

"Gulu..."

Yi Qiu took a sip of the bamboo leaf tea warmed by the bonfire. The air in Tubo is very dry, which always makes people want to drink more water.

After touching his bald head, Yi Qiu sat cross-legged.

There are still 11 hours left in the auction for the ability-stretching capsule, so he can get some sleep before talking.

But before going to bed, Yi Qiu is going to do a round of Kord's arena first.

Nearly a quarter of the exchange points for the power of returning to the ancestors has been saved, because there are additional rewards for winning streaks, and they are very rich.

Therefore, it is generally suitable for Yi Qiu to proceed when he does not have to pay down the book. After all, he is basically in a state of being hollowed out after the book, and it is difficult to achieve a relatively high daily winning streak.

Yi Qiu clicked on the comprehensive network panel with his consciousness, and then selected the Kord Arena, and a new prompt message appeared on his retina:

"Do you want to enter a random battle?"

"yes."

"The character is being sent to the battlefield..."

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In the wilderness-like battlefield, Nasha'er closed her eyes and adjusted her state.

It's still early, and it's not too late to observe the enemy when the countdown on the retina enters the last minute.

Nasha'er has gone through 4 fierce battles before, and she needs a short rest to adjust her state.

Since that failure, she has spent at least an hour fighting in the Kord Arena almost every day.

As a half-elf, she is proud and vulnerable.

Of course she could take failure, but she couldn't accept her own inadequacy—that hurt her more than failure.

She gave up the short sword and shield that once brought her safety and food, and took up the elven sword she abandoned--the weapon used by those who abandoned and drove her out, and she hated it deeply A weapon admired by the world.

But she finally chose to succumb to reality and took up a weapon she once deeply loathed.

Because Nashaer hates the weak and weak more than she hates the Destroyer...

But Nasha'er has her own pride, she didn't choose to turn to the evil gods or the exotic creatures that have been active recently.

She has never relied on getting the power she wants from the gods. She is a half-elf, a victim, and an outcast. All she can trust is the long sword in her hand.

Sadly, the elves' decorations on the long sword were like red hot irons, burning her dignity—the misery of being abandoned as a child made her deeply hate the elves who expelled her, and she didn't want to get anything from the elves. benefit.

But the blood of the elves flows in her body-although it is only half, but this still makes her have to surrender under the shadow of reality.

She is not such an extraordinary person, she has neither the help of her family nor the favor of luck, the only advantage she has is the half-elf blood that brought her suffering and torture.

She has no choice...

The memory that the enemy held her tightly like an iron hoop is still whipping Nasha'er like a long whip covered in salt grains.

She desires to be strong, because that can bring her a meager sense of security.

This is the fate of the mixed race, and also the cage for him and them...

The power in her blood makes her wield the sharp and gorgeous elven long sword like an arm, but what she presents is not the graceful dance-like style of an elf, but full of aggressive and murderous intent.

Only the elves living in the forest enjoying freedom and ease can dance such an elegant elf sword dance, while the half-elves who have fallen into the dust wield a struggling fate...

"There is still 1 minute and 9 seconds before the start of the battle..."

After the reminder message was refreshed on the retina, Nasha'er slowly opened her eyes.

The time had come, and it was more meaningful for her to at least observe her opponent before fighting than to rest for another minute.

When Nasha'er saw her opponent's appearance clearly, her brown pupils shrank violently:

"It's him!"

A sense of fate-like déjà vu emerged in Nasha'er's heart, when she gave up the dignity and persistence she once had, when she was about to wash away the shame from victory.

He appeared in front of her again, standing opposite her.

Even though she still had that unremarkable appearance, it cast a shadow that oppressed her like a mountain, making her breathless.

Nasha'er tightly held the elf sword in her hand, and something seemed to be burning in her eyes.

This time is different!

Nasha'er bent her body slightly, full of surging strength and vitality like a charged female leopard.

"There are still 3 seconds before the start of the battle..."

"There are still 2 seconds before the start of the battle..."

"There is still 1 second before the start of the battle..."

"The battle begins!"

"Spirit-Shunpo!"

Nasha'er's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the speed of the explosion made her directly turn into a phantom!

The air was twisting, and the thin and sharp elf long sword was like golden lines in the air, as if Nasha'er had grown two thin golden wings in an instant.

The image of the enemy kept getting closer in Nasha'er's retina, and finally, when she entered the attack range of the elf sword, she suddenly jumped towards the enemy's side!

"Wing cut flash!"

As if she suddenly lost her gravity, Nasha'er nimbly moved to the enemy's right side, while the two elf long swords whizzed and crossed through the enemy's body with the potential energy of the charge!

The elf long sword drew a graceful arc in the air, as if the enemy was just a phantom.

Nashaer:?

And at this moment, Nasha'er noticed from the corner of her eye that the phantom of the enemy in place disappeared, and then a huge fist filled her field of vision...