Chapter 707

Grand London, a vast city with no end in sight, jumped out of the sky, stopped by the hands of Big Ben, walked through the streets full of British style, flew over the doors of St. Paul's church and Westminster Abbey, penetrated through the gaps in the London Eye and the gallery window of the British Museum...

surrounded the panorama of one of the largest cities in the world, and finally rushed into London gold The center of Rongcheng and its companions gather together, and the breeze also turns into a violent wind!

Witness the final duel at the crossroads!

Lift up the handle of the night utensil and pour in all the magic energy that has not been recovered completely at the moment. At the moment when it flows into the bow, the bow string constructed by the magic power appears, and the eternal hunting of Artemis lights up the moonlight of the night of hunting!

The huge bow body is nearly one person high. The wild nature and hunting are contained in the beautiful and premature radian like a string moon. With all one's strength, you can only pull the bow string a little bit. In a moment, you can feel the power of this purely offensive nightware!

When he saw Fang ran pull out the night gear from the last arcane box, osfiya opened his eyes in disbelief, and then recovered in the next second!

There is no more unnecessary words, across the crossroads of the city of London are also throwing away the arcane crystal. At this moment, both Fang ran and osfiya have put everything on their own to make the final blow!

The hunting arrow of the moon god looms on the bow string that Fang ran gnaws his teeth, and the spirit arcane slowly lights up towards the sword tip from the golden sword handle tightly held by osfeya,

the bow string is released, the ring is released, and the zero riding white wing and the moon god's hunting strike can also clear out the burning eyes!

At this moment, no one knows that on their system interface, both of them jump to level B for a short time!

In the observation room of both sides, the magic emissary and Herschel Linhua stand up at the same time. The cross ancient script and noble shotgun point directly at the ground below. The interference scope of A-level force is spreading towards Fang ran and osfiya, preventing the consequences of life crisis!

At the moment of the last strike, the light collided in front of my eyes. I could see nothing but the magic arrow shot by the huge silver moon bow on my hand and the magic magic magic brilliance of the opponent's seven rings!

However, at the moment when the moon god's hunting bow string is released and the white light fills the field of vision, he feels as if he has broken some shackles in his heart. He is not sure whether he is happy or biting his lips and wants to cry, which makes his eyes hot and humid when he takes off his mask and the air current blows it out in a flash,

and then it symbolizes the dark of the dark moon from his heart In the mark of gluttony, no one saw the strange and unknown figure of black skirt, floating behind him, like his mother cherished around his doll's shoulder, still like in the story let people feel terrible but enchanting incomparable smile, let this moment really hear her whisper.

"Yes... That's right... That's right... That's it..."

"you can do whatever you want. If you don't want to stay in place, you can tell them and tell the world..."

the A-class armed increase and the A-class nightware collide and collide. Finally, it seems that the collision point is slightly different, and each has the strongest point Through the attack of the other party, Fang ran holds her body in the torrent and hears her last fanatical, illusory and low smile,

"tell them all that your existence has come."

He and osfiya's last blow, two rays of light have exploded dazzling light and wind, submerged their bodies!

And then the two gods of the moon and the roar of the moon!

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"who won!?

"We've got the results!"

"Is Fang ran OK?"

In the observation room of the night game, seeing the light of the last strike submerges Fang ran and osfiya at the same time, everyone in the night game is worried. Now there is only a piece of light on the virtual screen, and they all look at the magic envoy who is ready to hand at any time.

Holding the sharp point of the ancient cross, I pointed to Fang ran below. The result from my perception made me a little stunned by the formal formula. Then I put my ability back. I felt that I couldn't help laughing:

"Xiao Fang, this guy, is really..."

then when I saw people's eyes, I felt helpless 's hands.

"You'll see..."

listening to his strange reply, people looked at the virtual screen in front of them. Just like the lens focused, the image of arcane tracking slowly dyed in the light and became clear.

And then, on the streets of London, the scene on the virtual screen was as unexpected as the beginning of the rank war...

both of them were safe and sound!

The huge and gorgeous white wings of zero riding have been dimmed and restored to their original state. The halo started up has also disappeared in the eyes, falling back into the ruins and debris like an angel falling down from the earth. In the myth, the bow of the moon god has disappeared in the hand, leaving only long and slow, like the breath of a drowning man on shore.Over all the rest of the collision attacks, they shot through the building standing on osfeya's side, and rushed into the collapsed ruins behind fangran.

On the premise of not knowing that the other party would do the same,

both of them failed to aim at each other in the final blow.

Only osfiya looked at the other side, but still stood, the dark suit was in tattered, dusty figure, lowered his head, and his unwilling lips bit blood.

Losing... Clearly, she should have more energy on her side, but...

at the last second of the collision between the moon god arrow and the spirit arcane, osfiya knew that it was the other party who broke through her attack first,

If Fang was aiming at her, she had already lost.

Casting aside the arcane crystal is not to guess that his soft hearted will not really attack his plan, but to believe that his attack is stronger and will win!

Not reconciled to... Good... Not reconciled to!

While standing in the same place and looking at Fang ran, the upper right demon can clear again, the feeling of weakness spreads from his chest. He slowly and dare not take a long breath and breath to slow down the discomfort of the dark coming in front of him,

and then he takes a look at himself, whistling like a high-speed train, leaving craters and debris, rushing into the spirit beam of the ruins behind him and gritting his teeth slightly.

If he had more magic powers just now, he could completely cancel out...

his body shook and touched the Tang Dao he had inserted in front of him, and then he pressed all his weight up to support his body, struggling with the burden of heart arrest and blood supply shortage.

Hateful... Almost...

the simulation scene at this moment is quiet in the afterwave of the last strike just now. No matter whether it is the Wangting court or the night game, all the people in the observation room of both sides are in a trance when they look at the smoke and dust aftershocks.

Although there is no result, the victory or defeat seems to have been...

"it's not over yet! I haven't given up yet

Then it was like a little girl's voice of unwilling to fail to break the peace of this moment. Looking at a messy crossroads, osfeya's wrists were shaking and pulling up her ELF's forest. There was no ELF's light spot on it. Instead, it was like a sword for decoration.

But even so, she also raised her red eyes, blue eyes once again looked at Fang ran and cried out:

"pull it out!"

"Didn't you hold that knife from the beginning! At this stage, there are still useless means. Is this your way to show your leisure and to despise me in the end? "

Not only was he already standing unsteadily, but also his voice was shaking in the mood fluctuation. Looking at osfeya who raised his sword blade even though he had no magic power, Fang ran looked up and laughed at him with a breath of dark.

"Give up. You don't have the ability... You can't beat me with weapons and physical ability."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Taking the most basic starting posture of the knight, the sword blade of the elf forest was raised high, and oshiya called out regardless of what Fang ran said, and then his voice was hard and hoarse with a little trembling.

"I will never... Admit the failure of standing in this way..."

but after hearing this sentence, I had to be silent for a moment and calmly pulled up the Tang Dao he had been holding in front of him from the scene, holding the scabbard that once made his hate teeth itch. Then he put the handle of the knife on his right hand and leaned forward across his waist.

Then, for a moment, the young and flustered self followed by the figure, and the memory of him in the training ground every day flooded with memories...

- "come out with a little confidence, then you can do it '-

-" you are a night war participant' -

the darkness spreads in front of your eyes, listening to the steps of the figure in front of you, and the skills learned from the exhausted summer vacation, Even if the vision is not clear, Fang Ran has the confidence to cut in front of the other side faster than the other side.

The sword blade held high by the elf forest has not been cut off. The sharp feeling is close to the skin in front of him. Osfiya's blue eyes are completely dull...

then the announcement of the end of the rank war rings in the observation room of both sides. The victory or defeat of the first national war appears on the virtual screen, and the light transmitted back to the preparation area is at the moment when the two people start to prepare.

The square that depresses a figure however slightly a Leng is in a trance, in front of the haze seems to have some scattered bloom brilliance.

Brother suqun, I did...

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but the idea came to me. When I heard the end of the report, Tang Dao pulled out the air in front of me. Finally, the curtain came to an end for the ups and downs of this over wonderful C-level war, and

the shadow of the arcane art was over, and the moment that the array transmitted back to the combat preparation area was about to start The bottom of the relaxed body and spirit of Fang ran,

suddenly heard the sound of cloth tearing.

Then, subconsciously looking up, he saw that osfiya, who was forced to stop by his blade, couldn't bear the sharp air flow brought by the blade of Tang Dao when he drew it too close. "Tear it" and pulled out a hole.For a moment, both Fang ran and osfiya were stunned. Before the fierce battle, their eyes were dull and they made an unknown voice.

Ah?

Then the teleportation array was launched, and the level C position warfare ended with the same unexpected development as the beginning.

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