Lord of Eternal Darkness

Li Xiaoming held on to his cane and stared warily at the tall and dangerous man in front of him.

Lesandro Nata climbed up from the dust, brushed the dust off his armor, and bent down with difficulty to pick up his weapons, holding a sharp steel dagger in each hand.

Lesandro said disdainfully: "Oh, you think you'll be safe outside? This armor is indeed a bit in the way, but it doesn't mean I can't catch up with you."

"No, no. You must have misunderstood something. I didn't say I wanted to run away. I just wanted to beat you to death and help you choose an open place for your cemetery. It's that simple." Li Xiaoming pointed at the other party.

"Let the arrogant people be judged!"

Lesandro sprinted over, his armor swaying, his swords dancing in beautiful double arcs, and they were two dazzling lights in the dark night.

Li Xiaoming's body was moving greatly while using his cane to maintain his balance. The force of the opponent's swing was definitely beyond his ability to bear.

"It's your turn to appear, Nightmare Beast!"

Li Xiaoming made a big jump back and jumped a distance. It's time to unleash your skills, otherwise it wouldn't be good to be regarded as a warrior all the time.

As soon as the other party finished speaking, the Judgment Knight felt that there was an invisible eye staring at him in the darkness. That gaze was full of coercion, huge and ancient, like a candle in the abyss illuminating eternity.

How insignificant I was at this moment, I was sweating profusely when I came back to my senses.

I recited the sacred code silently in my heart, dispelling the haze in my heart, and my brain became clear again.

He stared at the thin man in front of him in confusion. What happened just now? Could it be an illusion?

No, it is definitely not an illusion. Although this person is very weak, he is also an extraordinary person. His profession cannot be determined yet.

"Oh, did you react so quickly? The fun has just begun, right?"

Li Xiaoming seemed to be talking to the knight, but in fact his eyes were turned elsewhere.

Resandro was furious in his heart. He suddenly felt as if he had been tricked. He was a judge of knights, but he was frightened by this unworthy boy. What a shame! It will be washed away with the blood of the enemy.

He recited the spell silently in his mouth, his eyes suddenly turned white, and electric sparks flashed on the two daggers. Using the sword as a direction, he summoned the thunder and lightning elements to destroy his enemies!

However, before the spell was released, I felt a violent impact on my body, and my direction was suddenly disoriented.

The lightning passed by Li Xiaoming, and even his hair was unharmed.

Li Xiaoming looked at his opponent silently, with a smile on his face. He rushed over in the next second and waved his stick like a golfer.

Resandro was very surprised. The spell he just cast went wrong again. What the hell is going on!

Seeing that boy rushing towards him without fear of death, he angrily punched him.

However, what is surprising is that his fist felt like it was hit by something, and the force deflected again, grazing along the opponent's hair.

Li Xiaoming, with a calm look on his face, hit the opponent's head hard with his cane, giving him the best performance in a head-on attack.

A red mark instantly appeared on Resandro's face. The pain or accident made him panic, and his body was a little shaken. Then the opponent saw the opportunity and slapped his face hard several times.

"This stick is for the lovely little girl Eileen!"

"This stick is for the dean's vase."

"This stick is for my injured shoulder."

"And this stick is just to hit you."

Resandro stabilized his body and roared: "Damn it! What the hell is going on!"

The energy in his body exploded instantly, and an invisible magnetic field impacted outward, forcing Li Xiaoming back.

Li Xiaoming's hand almost cramped when he hit the ground, but it was really smooth and refreshing. Recalling the feeling of playing golf back then, he couldn't help but sigh that he could do whatever he wanted if he was thick-skinned, so he could do anything, and the opponent wouldn't bleed after being hit so hard.

I looked at my rose cane with some distress. Fortunately, the gems inlaid in it were not stained with the blood of evildoers, otherwise it would be quite troublesome to clean.

The next time you do it, buy a dark iron crowbar. It will be easier to use and you don't have to worry about damage.

Resandro replayed what had just happened in his mind.

He made precise attacks several times, but was always cleverly dodged by the opponent. The moment he attacked, there was an external force blocking him.

But he couldn't see it. Everything happened after a few words in the other person's mouth.

"Eye of the Soul!"

After searching for his own skills in his mind, he found one that he used frequently, which strengthened his eyesight and established a certain connection between his soul and subspace, allowing him to see the situation on the battlefield clearly.

The whole world became different in his deep eyes. Everything was composed of lines, and these lines were wrapped with unique energy, and some things became entities.

He finally saw the reason for his failure.

A red one-eyed snake was wandering in the air, flickering in and out of the foam space.

About half a meter in length, the body emits orange light, which is extremely dazzling in this dark world.

The snake seemed to feel that the other party had seen it, and suddenly retreated to Li Xiaoming's vicinity.

"What am I talking about? It turns out to be a fourth-dimensional creature, the Nightmare Beast. A mere little snake actually dares to hinder me! It turns out that you are a dream master. It seems that your level is not very high, but you actually tricked me like that! Continue! Come down here and I will break all your bones!"

He said arrogantly, thinking that the other party was at the end of his game, and his eyes emitted a fierce fluorescent light.

Raising one hand high, the holy light shone in all directions. He charged up and swung forward fiercely. The huge shock wave mixed with light energy almost shattered the little red snake.

The person opposite him was a mid-level ninth-level professional who was controlling such a weak nightmare beast.

This ability is enough to bully ordinary professions, but you are facing a powerful knight!

He put the two swords back into their scabbards, summoned a meteor hammer from the storage space, dragged it on the ground and strode forward.

"Don't get me wrong. The Dream Master is not the only profession that controls fourth-dimensional creatures. In theory, everyone can do it, but they are not as proficient as the Dream Master."

Li Xiaoming explained to the other party very patiently, watching the other party gradually approaching him, calm on the outside but very panic on the inside.

Damn it, does it hurt to have such a big bolas hit your body? The silver meteor hammer was covered with spikes and stained with blood. It seemed that the other party had killed many people with this thing. It was really a sin.

But, do you think you can kill me?

Resandro rushed over with the meteor hammer, and swung it forward with great force, which was unstoppable.

Li Xiaoming could only dodge hastily, looking for opportunities.

But the opponent's attack speed was faster, and the attack range of the weapon was wider. The thorn tip of the meteor hammer rubbed along the face, and a small blood mark flowed out.

Taking advantage of the opponent's pause to rest, Li Xiaoming retreated to a safe distance and touched the blood mark on his face. The blood stopped flowing and the wound was slowly healing.

If you are using the Nightmare Body at this time, you can use the Meng Yuan to recover quickly, and exchange injuries for injuries with the opponent. You can kill him with all the energy, but now you wake up from the dream.

The other party was also very surprised. Wasn't this little man moving too fast?

And judging from the strength of the opponent's attack, he is much stronger than ordinary people. Is Dream Master really this boy's profession?

Based on what the other party just said, I am now a little suspicious.

Forget it, kill the person and take away the thing as soon as possible, but considering this kid's naughty attitude, the holy relic might be hidden, so we need to use some means to open his mouth.

Li Xiaoming also tried this, and continued to use the old method, using a lighting technique to blind and control the attack.

"Damn it, it's this again!"

The knight quickly closed his eyes and cried out in pain. He never expected that he would eat the same move twice.

The nightmare beast waited for the opportunity to move, and before the opponent could react, it hit the opponent's waist hard.

At the moment when the opponent covered his head with his hands, Li Xiaoming pulled out the long thorn in the cane and stabbed it into the shoulder joint of the opponent's right hand.

The armor doesn't offer much protection here, and with the armor-piercing ability of the rose's hidden thorns, his right arm can be easily disabled.

After all, the rose thorn and the cane are cursed objects, items that are endowed with abilities and contain magical power.

The rose's hidden thorns explode with powerful penetrating power according to the user's thoughts. When he feels that he can penetrate everything, there is no armor in front of this weapon.

Surprisingly, Li Xiaoming heard a crisp collision sound, and then the other party quickly woke up, picked him up with one hand, and threw him aside violently.

After several tumblings, Li Xiaoming stared at the other party in disbelief.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, his face was full of doubts, and he said to himself: "What's going on? Haven't I already pierced the chain armor inside? There is actually another layer? Impossible, the joints can't move. So sensitive, unless..."

The loneliest thing is that you wrote a total of 30,000 words, but there are only two collections, one is me and the other is me.

Hahaha, who is reading the double update every day? Suddenly I remembered the days when I was writing on a large account. The only thing that accompanied me all the way was pirated copies. But now even the pirated copies ignore me. I have written millions of dollars and am still the same. In this way, it was later discovered that the number was only 970,000 if the punctuation marks were removed.

This is not the result of sadness, this is just teetering on the edge of sadness. I feel so guilty that I am a contracted writer.