Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 258 You Are Its Nightmare

"—Crack~"

It's hard to imagine that Darkrai's black mist-like arm can snap fingers with such a crisp sound.

......

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Darkrai's profile was dyed in the silent blackness.

His demeanor or behavior at this time is not like an elf, the wisdom and calmness in his eyes... Han Hao can't judge whether the Darkrai in front of him is closer to a human or an elf, and he doesn't want to judge, Because everything in front of him made him worry about himself even more.

Surrounded by darkness without any buildings, he had already experienced this situation, so he immediately came to a conclusion.

nightmare space.

Back to this place again....

"Are you confident?" A deep and short interrogative sentence.

"what?"

It seemed that no one could talk to him in the nightmare space, so the question just now must have been sent by the nightmare god around him.

confidence?

Why ask that?

Is it the confidence to escape, the confidence to win the God of Space, or the confidence to survive this disaster?

No matter what it is, Han Hao will answer no.

"You have to think about it before answering. This is a very important thing." Darkley said again. His voice was a little cold, which fit the setting of the nightmare, and there was no emotion fluctuation. Maybe both of them had hearts. The reason for the induction, Han Hao actually felt that this passage was not as cold as it sounded.

Whether you have confidence or not is indeed a very important thing.

Ordinary people, facing this situation, even the kind of very optimistic people, probably would not answer the three words "confident".

He probably already knew what the Nightmare God was asking, and he could easily get the answer from the gradually enlarged purple in the experiment.

——【Can you fight against the God of Space】

This is the question Darkley asked a few minutes ago.

"Is it just me?"

"No, you still have companions."

"several?"

"One."

Zoroark appeared next to Han Hao, as if he had just woken up, but...his aura seemed to be much stronger than usual.

"Get ready, it's coming." Nightmare God reminded.

The black hole space can't hold the Yakong Rift. The only hope for them to survive is the current dream of eating. With Darkrai's own strength, he can't use this dream of eating to cause substantial damage to Palkya. The injury, so he found a helper, that is, Han Hao.

In the dream-eating space, Han Hao appeared here as Darkley's move.

Then, in a sense, he is a nightmare specially created by the Nightmare God for the Space God.

It has to be said that this is really extremely overestimating him.

This recruiting dream is their only means of turning the tables. If the dream of eating loses, they will be buried in a foreign country with the Taj Mahal.

The weapon in his hand is a Tang knife with a simple shape.

Cloud and mist sky sword.

Since he is a nightmare, it should not be difficult to visualize the things imagined in his mind in this black hole space.

Zoroark and Han Hao's telepathy connected together, the former felt what the latter was thinking, and then... Zoroark disappeared, replaced by the dark matter attached to the sword.

The muffled sound of Yakong Cleave made eardrums ache, Yunwu Tianjian was held in his hand, and the tip of the sword rushed down.

The black hole space began to collapse, and the decomposed space particles swept before Han Hao's eyes. In the next second, he would immediately be annihilated under the subspace crack, just like the trainers outside who had no bones left.

And he didn't panic during this very short period of time, he just closed his eyes slightly, focused on the limit of the range of perception and feeling, breathed, and then drew the knife!

"Tianwu Chenming's swordsmanship is extremely legendary!"

--dark!

The confrontation between the two is like a guillotine falling from mid-air meets a triangular army thorn placed on the guillotine, but the result is shocking.

Tianwuchen Mingliu Extreme Biography, the last volume of Tianwu Chenming's swordsmanship, only records one move.

——Concentrate the perception to the extreme, so as to perceive the opponent's movement breath, and make a counterattack with precise calculations.

It's not the main attack skill, but the defensive skill.

Ya Kong Lian Zhan was cut open with such a light knife.

In the black hole space, as long as you think you can win, then you can win.

And what Han Hao did was to strengthen his confidence that he could win.

It is impossible to use the ultimate swordsmanship in reality, plus the most powerful fictional weapon in cognition.

The seemingly random slash carried strong dark matter. Even though the distance between the two sides was far, the slash still left a dark gash on Palkya's chest.

The dream eating ended, the black hole space completely disintegrated, the moon returned to bright white, and everyone was relieved from the purple suffocation.

Han Hao and everyone else opened their eyes at the same time. Everything just seemed to happen in a dream.

He looked up at Palkya who had fallen from the sky, and found that there was indeed a wound on its chest that was being eroded by dark matter.

The injuries suffered in the black hole space have indeed been brought into reality!

The green and soft light held the God of Space, and Celebi glanced at several people with a little apology, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, and its anger will not be appeased by this, so I will It is temporarily sent to another time and space, so that you can be safe."

Celebi's telepathy sounds a little immature, Han Hao didn't know which time and space it was Celebi, but it shouldn't be the same one that bestowed luck on him.

At this moment, everyone has a feeling of survival after disaster. The Nightmare God stands in the distance, looking around at the few people who survived the battle. His eyes don't know who he is looking at. After a short silence, the Nightmare God Dive into the shadows of night with all eyes on.

"Are we... survived?" It was Alice who broke the silence, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

The Taj Mahal, a building known as one of the Seven Wonders of the World, was completely in ruins, and probably only the three of them survived.

Guo Feiyu patted the dust off his body.

"The next time there is news of a sighting of a beast, labor and management will never come again!"

Han Hao didn't care what Guo Feiyu complained about. Zoroya looked a little strange at this time, and a black mist enveloped him.

"what is this?"

"I don't know." Sorolla said via voice transmission.

"Do you feel it?"

"No... just... a little sleepy..." Before the telepathic voice transmission ended, Sorolla lay down on the ground.

This is......

what's the situation?

The heart beats smoothly under the perception of the waveguide, it should just fall asleep...

Han Hao recalled the scene in the black hole space just now. If there was anything present that could make Sorolla fall asleep, it would undoubtedly be the Nightmare God.

Soroya's brows were tightly frowned, it shouldn't be a good dream.

Han Hao temporarily put Sorolla into the elf ball. This phenomenon may be caused by the Nightmare God. He shouldn't have any malice towards Sorolla, but for Sorolla's safety... ..

Or go to the elf center to have a look.....

(End of this chapter)