Chapter 245 Obstacles

Anderson activated the skill Shadow Coffin, and instantly activated a shadow that enveloped the entire arena, even covering Fang Xingjian's body.

The activated shadows seemed to be no longer pure shadows, but some kind of strange energy, even the light continuously released from Fang Xingjian's body could not drive away these shadows.

And because the entire arena is wrapped, the shadow package is almost impossible to dodge.

The shadow coffin not only has the special effect of weakening the material structure, but the life wrapped in it will be cut off from the five senses, just like a dead person who really sleeps in the coffin.

This is a secret that only Anderson knows.

Just after he wrapped Fang Xingjian in the shadow coffin, Anderson burst out from the shadows, and stabbed Fang Xingjian directly with a black sheet in his hand.

The flake in his hand was very strange, it looked like a large shadow surrounding his palm, but this shadow formed the shape of a blade, wandering in the air, and was pierced by Anderson's Fang Xingjian forcefully.

The ability to trap enemies is still Shadow Coffin, and the ability to kill enemies is called Death Dagger.

This is the lore skill of the shadow god of death, sending the opponent into the coffin made by the shadow, and then taking the life of the opponent with the dagger of the god of death.

According to legends in the world of miracles, the god of death sleeps in a coffin made of shadows, and takes life with a dagger every time he wakes up.

And Anderson's Shadow Reaper seems to have inherited this legend.

The shadow coffin weakens the opponent and cuts off the five senses.

Death's Dagger is even more a shadow, without thickness, without substance, but cuts everything.

The combination of the two is almost certain death.

From when Anderson activated the shadow coffin to when he stabbed Fang Xingjian with the death dagger, his expression was solemn and his movements were dignified, as if he was not killing people, but holding a mysterious sacrifice.

Every movement and every step he took contained a mysterious aura, as if he wanted to send Fang Xingjian into eternal darkness and sacrifice it to the god of death in myths and legends.

There was a crisp puffing sound, and the death dagger lightly pierced the shadow coffin, and then went all the way in without hindrance, piercing through the entire shadow coffin.

It looked like a magic show where a living person was smashed into a box and cut open.

After one hit, the entire shadow coffin turned into debris and drifted between the sky and the earth, and the activated shadows on the ground also began to retreat at this moment.

Obviously, Anderson couldn't hold on to the activated shadow that went against common sense for a long time.

But behind the fragments of shadows all over the sky, there was nothing, and there was no body of Fang Xingjian at all.

Anderson's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment he felt a huge force coming from his lower back. The violent force was accepted by him unprepared, and it rushed directly to his waist and transmitted to every corner of his body, turning into a burst of severe pain. At the same time, he had already been kicked out of the air.

There was a soft bang, and Anderson realized that he was too close to the edge of the ring. Although he was kicked a few meters away, he twisted his waist, turned around and tried to fall to the ground to stop his body.

But when he landed, he had already fallen off the court.

Anderson raised his head abruptly, looked at Fang Xingjian who was slowly withdrawing one foot, and shouted: "Is it light? You use light not only to suppress my shadow, but also to force me to use a unique move, and at the same time change the light, Interfering with my vision, creating a mirage?"

Fang Xingjian withdrew his long sword and walked slowly towards the arena.

Anderson yelled, "Is that right? Answer me!"

Fang Xingjian didn't stop, but said lightly: "You rely too much on your own eyes."

Hearing this, Anderson suddenly touched his eyes. Indeed, as a knight who needs to control the shadows and assassinate the enemy from the shadows, he cares too much about the changes in light and shadows, and trusts the information his eyes tell him too much.

Anderson stared fiercely at Fang Xingjian's leaving back, but turned around and left without saying anything harsh.

On the stage of the audience, Ferdinand waved his hand fiercely. As long as the lower Star Sword defeats Holt, he can become the state champion. In addition to the ranking bets in the first few levels, he can get at least 2000 gold.

The commander of the Forbidden Army from the Teresia family, Yadri looked at the victorious Fang Xingjian, and said coldly: "Although he seems to be pretending to be generous, it seems that he wants to defeat Anderson from all aspects, and even give him a good combat environment.

But in the final analysis, it is still to use light, not to give the opponent a chance to give full play.

This is because he still wants to save energy and strength to deal with Holt. Hmph, it seems that he himself is not particularly sure of defeating Holt, so he needs to save every bit of strength to increase his chances of victory. . "

Xiu Yi asked, "My lord, who do you think will win, Fang Xingjian or Holt?"

"Fang Xingjian's sword that defeated Meng Hao was very powerful. Holt's Galaxy Storm is also very powerful if paired with a level 29 magic weapon. Let's see who makes a mistake first and gets seriously injured first." At this point, he laughed : "If Fang Xingjian is seriously injured, it will be very beneficial for my next actions.

On the contrary, if he seriously injured Holt, or even killed Holt, it would be even better if he had formed a grudge with the Wanxing Palace, the ancestor of the stars. "

On the other side, Wei Leng and Holt have already started playing.

The assistant examiner asked if they needed to clean up the ring and renovate the ring, both of them shook their heads.

Looking at Wei Leng in front of him, Holt shook his head, streaks of silver brilliance shot straight into the sky, and the galaxy storm raged towards the entire ring, like pieces of nebula in the universe, completely surrounding Wei Leng.

Holt didn't take Wei Leng seriously at all. Compared with those knights who were still competing in fists, kicks and moves, his Galaxy Storm was already like a second-rank knight, a competition of pure extraordinary strength.

Although Wei Leng stepped into the induction between heaven and man, he still couldn't change his shallow foundation in the past few decades. Even if he stepped into the induction between heaven and man, it would still take several years or even ten years of hard work to catch up with him.

The opponent now has an advantage in the competition of moves, and with the help of the insight of the induction between heaven and man, he can even bring forth new ones in his illusion swordsmanship, and the effect is greatly increased.

But in the face of absolute power, these are meaningless.

Holt's right hand slowly squeezed a fist, and countless galaxies condensed and changed, turning into a fist the size of half a ring.

"One move, Wei Leng, if you can take my move, you will win."

While speaking, Holt spread his palms flat and pressed down through the air.

At the same time, the giant palms of the galaxy gathered in midair also slapped down, Wei Leng only felt the sky darken, and with Holt's slapping down, the sky seemed to disappear from his entire sight .