Planar Warden

The reflection left in the pupil is the last tattoo of the years.

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The enemy is dark and we are clear, Long Ming's sensitivity to combat is quite high. In the current situation, if he does not take action, he will passively bear the rhythm of the attack and be restrained.

It is not Long Ming's style to sit and wait for death. Due to financial problems, the invisibility potion is almost exhausted. In the past three days, apart from his experience in the plane prison, he has been locked in his room all day long, studying tactics.

Long Ming's willpower was firm. After using up the last drop of invisibility potion, he did not stop. He mobilized the speed of his whole body and moved at the pace of accelerated teleportation. This speed has reached the peak of the false sanctuary, which shows that Long Ming is definitely A hidden master.

People from all walks of life who were curious about Long Ming's true strength finally got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of this dark horse's strength.

This kind of speed, even many people present who claim to be masters of the younger generation will be amazed.

For example, Long Ziwu, who once lived with the goal of "I want to lead the entire race and give the world to my brother! Protect my brother forever!", what he saw was not phantoms, but the trajectory of Long Ming's entity.

But he is an eighth-level divine beast. If it is a solo fight, even the sanctuary humans will not be sure to kill him when they see him.

He doesn't pay attention to winning or losing like other people, he just looks at the man who can shine even if he doesn't do anything with a pair of cloudy eyes. He is a completely different type of person from his elder brother. There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In his infancy, childhood, and youth, the elder brother of the prince was the one he had the most contact with. When he was young, he believed in that person from the bottom of his heart, and all his enthusiasm fell silent with the news of his elder brother's disappearance.

The life of the dragon is very long, and there are countless people who can fall in love with him in his life. However, since he became an adult, he has become more and more cautious. Most of the people who approach him have been suspected. who else.

When everyone was curious about Feng Shi's actions, like everyone else, he also suspected that Long Ming was hostile to Phoenix City, holding on to that slight hope, hoping that there was even a little possibility of being his brother.

The more you look, the more you can't look away.

There is a kind of man who is born to be the focus of everyone.

Long Ziwu watched and understood the cruel truth in an instant, Long Ming was just Long Ming, he could never change his brother.

He remembered his brother's smile, the warmth of his embrace, even every word and every expression, but he couldn't force another person onto the figure in his memory who resolutely abandoned him.

But at the moment when he suddenly met Long Ming's eyes, maybe less than a second, he actually felt a faint sense of familiarity, just like when he was a child, he pulled the corner of his brother's clothes, and his brother always noticed something and turned his head. Look at his eyes.

Long Ziwu's mind went blank.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on the figure that seemed to be just his illusion. This was the only relative he recognized in this world, the only person who made his heart beat endlessly. This only belonged to the taste of Prince Long Ming, how could he admit it wrong.

But when he took a closer look, the feeling at that moment just disappeared again, and he suddenly seemed to be dazed, crying and laughing at the same time.

It turned out to be his imagining again, as Longjing and the others said, excessive loneliness gave him impossible fantasies.

Loneliness has spread to every corner of his body. He piles up his fantasy in his dreams, like a mirage desert. No matter how many "maybe brother" labels are put on Long Ming, he is just deceiving himself and others, and he cannot change the other party. different independent entities.

How could that tall man be my elder brother?

He leaned decadently on the chair, his tall body looked a little fragile, and he whispered softly, maybe only he could hear, "Brother..."

Long Ziwu didn't see it, and when he yelled, Long Ming subconsciously became dull for half a second.

Damn, you killed me!

Facing a certain soul that had become one with him, Long Ming wanted to vomit old blood.

How can the old paper's reputation as a thousand-year-old evildoer damage the image here!

This dull half-second is not Long Ming's own will, but now he has to be dragged down by chains.But no amount of complaining can change the current unpreparedness.

That's half a second of error, how could Feng Yangyan let go of such a good opportunity, burst out the strongest move in an instant, and rushed straight towards Long Ming, the dazzling beam exploded on Long Ming's body.

The fiery red brilliance burst out in the sky. It was the high-level magic of the Phoenix City, the Fire Sea God Dance. The entire battle platform seemed to be surrounded by flames. Looking carefully, the flames were actually the illusion of fiery red phoenix feathers. The faces of the audience were reflected People can feel the power of Fengyang Yan, where it is a sixth-level beast, it has reached the eighth level or above!

Divine beasts are not ordinary magical beasts, and divine beasts are not casually shouted. They claim to be the strongest among all clans at the same level.

Being hit by the frontal attack, Long Ming's whole body lost his balance, and he slammed into the ground hard. The battle platform cracked, and the painful impact sound could fully imagine the trauma Long Ming suffered.

There was no sound in the square, this was the first time Long Ming was beaten and he was still in such a mess.

His pure white robe was stained with dust, but it did not damage his refined temperament.

But the reason why it's so quiet is not just that Long Ming was attacked, and it is still acceptable to be injured or killed in the battle, but now the sights coming from all directions are more like attack waves, staring straight at Long Ming The mask on half of the face seems to be cracked!

Sure enough, Long Ming's Holy Light Defense was activated late, and his body didn't seem to be doing well, but he was actually injured to varying degrees.

You must, oh, heal your wounds as soon as the meeting is over!

Maintaining an indifferent face, Long Ming realized that something was wrong.

click...

This mask that Long Ming spent so much money on, couldn't bear the unbearable lightness in his life like this, it cracked... It's over, it's over!

Oh oh oh oh wait, the old paper is still holding the pipa half-hidden, the mysterious image of the old paper, how about maintaining the image of a master?

Lao Zhi hasn't made a good plan for when to reveal his true colors to get the best results!

Can't be hot so fast!

The old paper is not ready yet!

Old Paper's handsome face!