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Poof - another blood arrow shot out from his arm, and Alamir, who used his skills to force out the poisonous blood from the injured area, rolled sideways, awkwardly dodging the opponent's weapons and magic.

The knife wound on his arm had slowly healed. Seeing the smelly blood flowing out of the wound, Alamir still felt a little numb in his arm.

Gudong - Alamir swallowed his saliva. Too much blood loss made his mouth dry. The violent movement of Qi made every pore of his body emit slightly hot white gas, making him more conspicuous in the darkness.

The three people in front of them are obviously dressed as the law enforcement team in the lower area. The combination of priests, warriors and rogues allows them to face all kinds of chaos calmly. Their sophisticated equipment exudes a faint magical light, which is worthless at first glance. Fei, the silk-like spider silk cloaks, the family crests on their chests, and the arrogant and cold expressions all showed their identities.

And judging from the fact that they were able to catch Alamir without killing him, they were all at least level 8.

"Are you psychic? Only now do you reveal your trump card..." Someone hiding in the dark made a gentle gesture of admiration, with an expression on his face that seemed like approval, but also like It's coveting.

"Psionics with sonic attack are really a beautiful combination. Unfortunately, my little friend is still too green." Les licked his lips and looked at Alamire below with greed and regret.

The moment the two drow attacked together, Alamir was caught off guard and launched the Hell Wind Roar, which was far more powerful than ordinary mind blasts.

He succeeded and he failed.

Responding to the sudden appearance of psychic energy, the two drow warriors felt as if they were struck by lightning. Their movements were slightly stagnant, allowing Alamire to successfully escape from the strangulation circle.

But as drow elite warriors who fought in the Underdark and were feared by countless evil creatures in the lower areas, they were already familiar with this kind of scene.

After all, in the Dark Territory, everyone has a dark side at hand, and they are used to not taking action with all their strength.

The rich combat experience from the past made their bodies react subconsciously at the moment when their heads hurt so much that they felt like a ball of paste - the man holding the scimitar slashed down more quickly, and the The thin sword also happened to seal Alamir's retreat. It twisted strangely like a poisonous snake and stabbed Alamir in the heart.

It has to be said that the drow's viciousness made them subconsciously choose a more ferocious attack even if they were attacked by psychic energy, exchanging lives for lives instead of dodging. These two almost engraved killing the enemy into their muscle memory.

Fortunately, the power of the Ghost Prison's Yinwind Roar was quite powerful, allowing a gap in the two men's attacks. Otherwise, Alamir would have died. He dodged the attack of the rapier in embarrassment. For this reason, his arm had to be Got hit by a knife.

The drow, who are good at quenching venom, coated all their weapons with spider venom. Compared with the cut wounds, the poison attached to this knife forced Alamir to work hard to force out a lot of blood.

Only then did Alamir realize that his combat experience was insufficient. Compared with the drow who fought underground all day long, he was not "ruthless" enough——

The two drow warriors had just suffered a heavy blow, but they had rich fighting experience and used the method of dying together and surviving in death, so that Alamir just missed the killing opportunity created by "assassinating" them.

It was clearly the best opportunity just now. After rolling several times in a row to distance himself from the two drow, Alamir couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

This made Alamir, who had just comprehended the Fairy Secret Sword Poem of Wind, a little frustrated, especially when he saw the two drow opposite him showing vicious smiles, and one of the scimitar drow actually had an inexplicable wave of anger rising from his body. After the momentum, Alamir couldn't help but feel frightened.

Intermediate! !That Scimitar Drow turned out to be a mid-level one! !

Bang - Before he could sigh, in the next second, Alamir dodged the opponent's sword in embarrassment, and there was another long gash on his arm.

The other party seemed to have quickly detected a hidden magic armor on his body, and the sword light was directed at his arms, throat, and eyes.

If Alamir hadn't understood the Wind Poetry of the Fairy Secret Sword and could judge the direction of the opponent's weapon from the flow of air, he would have died several times.

Moreover, the female drow standing far away had no intention of taking action, otherwise Alamir would definitely die!

In the underground drow city, the female drow are superior, and the underground men usually die because of being involved in this death game of women, and more than once the women will "give up" on the man - even if he wins, their master If they didn't find it pleasing enough, they would skin him or leave him to die in her rival's bedroom.

Obviously, the woman regarded Alamir's "struggle" as some kind of cruel show like a cat playing with a mouse.She looked at the three humble men, as if she were watching a life-and-death battle between beasts, with an expression full of pleasure.

It has to be said that after faintly exuding the mid-level aura, the double-sword drow put tremendous pressure on Alamir. After just a few slashes, Alamir had to activate his true energy with all his strength, which was dangerous and dangerous. He narrowly escaped the opponent's attack. As a result, he had more wounds on his body, and he had to spend more energy to force out the poisonous blood from his body.

Huff, huff, Alamir didn't care about exposing his body at this time, panting heavily, leaning against a certain wall, the hand holding the sword was slightly numb due to the residual poison, and the blood was The massive loss made him feel dizzy.

Fortunately, his previous "adventure" had allowed his meridians to be transformed, and the dim moonlight slowly flowed through his meridians, nourishing his somewhat depleted flesh and blood.

There is also a sword...

Thanks to the red dragon's sharing of the 360-degree perspective, Alamir has noticed the rapier drow assassin walking quickly on the low wall——

The sophisticated spider silk shoes on his feet seemed to be a piece of magic equipment, allowing him to walk smoothly on walls and ceilings. At this time, he was like a spider, hiding in the shadows of the street eaves, seemingly waiting for death. A chance to strike.

Alamir couldn't help but thank his "senior sister". If it weren't for the vision she shared, he wouldn't have known how he died.

They probably thought that they were psychic warriors, not psychic warlocks. Just when they were dodging the light of the sword in embarrassment, Alamir accidentally dropped the "gem in his arms", and the limited picture transmitted from the spiritual crystal servant on the ground came from Look, the Scimitar Drow didn't seem to notice this.

While thinking, Alamir secretly accumulated strength, and the ubiquitous and flowing wind began to flow on his sword, singing and flowing with a strange rhythm, waiting for the opportunity to blow death to the earth.

Coming, coming, watching the double-sword drow consciously force himself close to where the rapier drow was ambush, the sword light danced, and the fine sword light drew a "circle" of death, and slowly drew out a "circle" of death. Alamir moved closer to the eaves.

Feeling the sharp warning coming from the wind, Alamir pretended to retreat in embarrassment, just as the other party expected. In order to avoid the sword light, he jumped high and did a backflip to hide in the house behind him.

The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves, secretly signaling impermanence and death without knowing it! !

Just when Alamir jumped up, the drow in the shadow of the eaves moved!

The thin sword cut through the air with the viciousness of a mantis stalking a cicada. When Alamir was at the highest point in the air and had nowhere to rely on, it struck Alamir on the head with lightning speed.

The rapier drow was smiling, the scimitar drow was also smiling, and the female drow priest in the distance also had an extremely satisfied smile on her face.

Even Les, who was hiding in the dark, had a subtle smile on his face after seeing Alamir's smile.

The mantis stalks the cicada, and behind it is the oriole.

What's more, in such a rapidly changing and extremely dangerous situation, no one can be sure of one thing.

That's who is the arrested cicada! !

Just when the thin sword coming down from above was about to reach his body, two cyclones suddenly appeared on the soles of Alamir's feet. His understanding of the poem of wind made his figure more blurry and faster, and he suddenly separated into two parts in the air. A figure appeared directly behind the rapier Zhuoer and stabbed his throat with a sword.

Nine Yin Manual·Nine Spiral Shadows! !

Alamir's initial target has always been this "same level" rapier drow! !He was stabbed several times just to set up this trap.

Faced with this strange situation, Rapier Drow had a look of panic on his face. As he castrated himself in the air, he felt the cold sword edge behind him, and a strange magical light flashed on his body! !

Immediately, the rapier drow accelerated again and rushed straight to the ground like a sharp sword. The speed of his body was so fast that the sword behind him couldn't catch up.

However, all this has long been in Alamir's calculations.

Drow are naturally good at levitation, and Alamir does not believe that this group of drow elites from the law enforcement team are not good at aerial combat.

The real killing move comes from the third figure! !

Alamir, who had just suffered damage to his meridians and understood part of the "laws of the wind", managed to use the spiral nine shadows that could only be used in the third level of the Nine Yin Manual, and separated two figures in the air.

In other words, the figure behind the rapier just now was actually a shadow!

The real killing move came from the real body of Alamir, who was next to the rapier Drow, with blood pouring from the corner of his mouth! !

Bang - With the addition of the Poetry of Wind and the Nine Spiral Shadows, Alamir's sword was like a flower blooming silently in the darkness, slashing hard at the drow's back.

As long as he can stab him, this drow will be cut in half!

Bang - The rapier Drow landed on the ground, and Alamir flew up in the air, hitting the wall behind him hard, spitting out a large mouthful of blood with a pop.

An aura more powerful than that of the Scimitar Drow rose up. The rapier Drow, who had a deep wound on his waist with his internal organs visible, turned his head and looked at Alamir with anger in his eyes!

Another intermediate! !