Darkness is Coming

   A few hundred meters away, Wen Yan's eyes could still pass through the thin clouds, and he could clearly see the sarcastic expression on Yang Xiaoqian's face.

   The sound of the wind whistling in his ears when he fell from the sky was like a sarcastic insolent laughter, causing Wen Yan to frown slightly. She boasted that she had clear eyes and could see through falsehoods, but she didn't expect to be played by Yang Xiaoqian with applause so easily. This rare passiveness made Wen Yan quite annoyed.

Wen Yan is not as stiff as those inferior clans, and she can feel all kinds of complex emotions like a human, but she rarely shows an angry expression, because she believes that the real king should not be angry and arrogant, but now his prestige has been Lost, how can you not be angry.

   "Yang Xiaoqian!"

   An angry shout spread to all directions, Qianchi Bailian rose into the air, Wen Yan flew towards Yang Xiaoqian like an anti-air missile.

   Yang Xiaoqian did not dodge or evade, let Wen Yan fly close to him, and then turned into a black mist together with the high chair he was sitting on.

   Wen Yan missed a punch this time, but did not stop for a moment, his arms and legs showed hundreds of afterimages in the black mist. The black fog was scattered again and again and could not be condensed and formed. Large tracts of black fog broke away from the fog after hitting Wen Yan's fists and feet, and faded to light gray in a blink of an eye, like the embers floating after a white paper was thrown into a fire. , disappeared.

   The volume of the black fog gradually decreased, and then more black fog floated from the nearby clouds and merged into the constantly shattering black fog in front of Wen Yan.

"You set up this scam not only to drain my strength, but also to bring me into the misunderstanding of your thinking, to make me think that I can't do anything about your shadowy body." Wen Yan sneered while punching, "Actually, as long as I hit these black mists, my fists can also damage them like bullets and cannonballs. After being hurt, these black mists will die like living things, but they will not bleed or scream, and It turned into ashes silently and disappeared. You put on a good show and wanted me to ignore these details, but unfortunately your cleverness is useless, and your cleverness cannot make up for the strength gap between you and me. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless!"

   "Please, language is an art. If you want to use words to form a psychological offensive, please read a book first, so as not to say such dry and ridiculous words."

   When Wen Yan was talking nonsense, Yang Xiaoqian finally seized an opportunity to reunite with the human figure, and then immediately retorted, returning Wen Yan's sentence "read more books" intact.

"Oh?"

Seeing Yang Xiaoqian pretending to be calm ten steps away, Wen Yan raised her chin slightly and asked, "Is it almost impossible to hold on? How long can you hold on? Ten seconds? Five seconds? Do you know, if this is not a dream battlefield but the real world, I can leave you alone, kill all your relatives and friends first, then raid your vulnerable army, and easily crush them into minced meat."

"If this is the real world, it is not the Awakeners of flesh and blood that are fighting against you, but the steel torrent of mechanization and automation. If this is the real world, you have long been targeted by intercontinental missiles with nuclear warheads deployed. Do you think you can Avoid a blanket nuclear strike?" Yang Xiaoqian confronted each other without showing weakness, "If you really have that ability, why should the mutant surrender? Since it's trash, don't brag."

   The vixen's scolding words failed to provoke Wen Yan, at least on the surface, when Wen Yan made another shot, he still had the smile of a winner on his face.

  Ink was scattered on the blue and white sky, and the black mist gathered around Yang Xiaoqian was no longer replenished as before. The volume of the black mist gradually shrank, and the time for Yang Xiaoqian to transform into the black mist became shorter and shorter. And the other side of the duel is obviously at the end of the battle. The battle always in the air has caused a huge consumption to Wen Yan.

   A final battle that should have been wonderful and thrilling turned into a long and tedious endurance competition, which really disappointed Wen Yan. However, just as this boring fight was about to come to an end, something unexpected happened!

   The black fog, which had never given an effective counterattack, instantly condensed into a hollow sphere, the diameter was much smaller than before, but it also blocked all light.

  This is Yang Xiaoqian's Jedi counterattack?

   In doubt, Wen Yan heard a sentence.

   "It's over."

  Wen Yan's actions stagnated for a moment, and it was indeed time to end, but it should have been said by her, not by a "dead man".

   "Accidental?"

   is the same voice.

Wen Yan turned sideways to the direction of the sound, and a gentle light came on from there. Yu Qian stepped on a metal plate, attached to the smooth wall of the ball, and held a palm lamp in his hand, illuminating his handsome profile face. There are three small metal **** floating on the side.

"Oh?" Wen Yan raised her right eyebrow. She really didn't expect Yu Qian to "resurrection" at this time, but this was also unexpected. It makes sense, what kind of tricks a swindler like Yang Xiaoqian would use Not surprising.

After just thinking for a moment, Wen Yan wanted to understand that the figure standing on the missile was not Yu Qian in a metal coat at all, but a metal shaped like a human. The psychological trap to let oneself relax their vigilance, the reason why such a simple trap can work is not only because he is accustomed to the image of Yu Qian stepping on the flying sword and Yujian Xingkong, but also because the cannon fodder that was sent to death has worn away his patience and let him I was so eager to win that I lost my ability to judge.

"Do you know that I'm sitting on a metal plate or a metal chair without anyone else, eh? Do you think it's comfortable to step on the flying sword? Do you know why I did it on purpose? You think it's just for fun Is he handsome?" Yu Qian sneered again and again, hiding a little secret in his heart that could not be shared with others, and today he was finally able to spit it out, "Idiot! I just want you idiots to form a mindset and fix me and a certain image to Together, so as to forget my true abilities!"

Wen Yan suddenly realized that there was a magician in Huaxia. He refused to change into a fashionable and beautiful suit and insisted on wearing traditional clothes. A big tank of live fish, many have tried to crack his magic but have failed. On his deathbed, the magician deciphered his signature magic: his magic prop was not the table, but his legs. Use your hands and legs to lift the tank when needed.

  In order not to make the audience suspicious, he always only wears traditional clothes, and pretends to have looped legs for decades.

   It turns out that Yu Qian is such a magician.