Fairy’s Box

The ink-like sky is pouring endless rainstorms into the sea. Several lightning bolts are swimming among the clouds. The huge waves on the sea are roaring. The ghost ship slowly flies into the unknown depths of the sky. The feeling of being swallowed up.

"Li Jialu" stood at the top of the mast, behind a dark dome with dense fog, the wind howled, but she couldn't lift the slightest hem of her skirt. Unlike the idle ghost, she only has blue-white eyes, and the rest is no different from ordinary people.

The ghost of the Holy Maiden opened his longbow silently, as if he was stroking the strings of a violin.

The knights who were fighting **** the deck were stagnant, more dense than the torrential rain, and something hit them at a terrifying speed. Charlene resolutely gave up all the offensive and quickly retreated in the direction of the mast, her figure blending into the dark sky.

Yale could vaguely see something invisible, piercing a series of raindrops, shooting from all directions. But his speed couldn't keep up with his eyesight, so he could only drum up his vindictive energy to protect the door of death, trying his best to bear it.

The young knight's sleeves fluttered, hunting and hunting, and the body shrouded in black light film rubbed countless sparks for a while, which was particularly dazzling in the dark.

"Li Jialu"'s pupils were biased towards the female knight, and the remaining seven ghosts of the paladins seemed to receive some kind of command at the same time, and turned to Charlene with their swords.

Seeing this, the female knight showed a gloomy look on her face, jumped onto the top of the wheelhouse without saying a word, turned back a few vertical jumps, and retreated straight to the stern.

The ghost of the saint retracted her gaze, her blue-white pupils aimed at the male knight, and her longbow was hooked with her jade fingers, only to stop with a humming sound. With the roar of the wind, the rain spurted swirls and separated.

Yale fired a punch at the same time. Two completely different forces collided in mid-air and exploded with a bang. The deck was hit by the aftermath, breaking through the loophole that led directly to the bilge, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

Whoosh! The tall and sturdy figure of the knight pierced through the smoke and dust, and charged towards the mast between the electric light and flint.

As if feeling some kind of threat, a silver arrow stretched out from the void and fell into Li Jialu's smooth palm.

Accompanied by the exciting sound of the piano, the silver arrow shone with white-blue light, and the arrow dragged its slender shadow to fly.

It's too late to use the fist cannon, no, Yale thought, and immediately turned his body subconsciously, with a loud bang, his eyes narrowed due to a strong white blue light, and at the same time, he only felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. The sensation of the left arm disappeared.

The arrow sunk into the shoulder blade, the wound was charred and the end was stuck in the bone. The knight aroused his ferocity, and in the sprint, he directly used his fighting spirit to force out the arrow, which broke into two sections in the air, and threw it off the deck.

The invisible rain of arrows rained down again, Yalei resisted in a muffled voice, clothed in dense sparks, and forcibly advanced forward. I don't know who taught it, but a good saint, practicing archery to such a high level.

At this time, he had already broken through to the side of the mast, bent his knees and slammed into it, and the mast snapped.

Ahhh! The young knight grabbed the broken mast with one arm, his body was full of vindictiveness, shouted loudly, and lifted the mast dozens of feet high and smashed it to the deck.

boom! The superstructure on the deck, including the rudder well, the storage compartment, etc., was instantly smashed and smashed.

"Li Jialu" floated lightly on the deck just before the mast touched the ground, and a silver arrow was raised at her fingertips.

The torrential rain came towards him with a shrill whistling sound, and Yalei suddenly raised his right arm, fighting pressure into the peak of his fist, and punched him to the position that made him horrified.

Noisy! The arc of the deck splashed, and the arrow broke through the black ball of light, but the angle was also distorted. Kankan brushed across the knight's left cheek, and he could feel the gust of air the arrow blade brought up as it brushed past.

I won't give you another chance to shoot arrows!

Yale smashed the deck under his feet, leaned forward to set off a small whirlwind, and galloped forward close to the ground. Five steel-claw-like fingers tore through the air, mercilessly grabbing at the ghost of the Holy Maiden.

"Li Jialu"'s blue and white eyes flowed like water, and a strange smile bloomed on the corner of his lips. He reached out and reached back, and the black smoke entangled in the void, turning into a huge six-foot-long sickle.

From the pure beauty of Saint Li Jialu, wearing a black and bright dress on the day of the ball, with a **** and cruel scythe, this strange incongruity, but unexpectedly revealed a different kind of beauty.

Raising this weapon that exceeds her own height seems to be effortless for this ghost, she easily leaps into the sky, and makes a crosscut from top to bottom.

Where the blade passed, the rain split into two.

The cold air of the blade can be felt from the cut air current. In a trance, Yale felt that what he was facing at the moment was like the **** of death in real mythology, full of icy despair.

I'm not fighting alone!

The young knight quickly retracted his fingers, broke through the deck with all his strength, and slumped down to avoid the edge.

The moment he brushed past death, Yale's spirit condensed in an ethereal moment, and his single arm hit the back of the scythe like a long whip. In that instant, the ghost of the Holy Maiden moved stiffly.

The knight chased after the victory, pressed the elbow again and smashed the sickle off the deck, and stepped on the back of the knife. In a hurry, steel grudge enveloped the whole body, and the head slammed into the face of "Li Jialu".

The ghost fluttered backwards, and the sickle returned to smoke and dissipated, then condensed again, and fell into her hands again. The glass slipper tapped the deck, and saw a light and shadow, she slashed towards the knight again.

Yale madly poured Dou Qi into his fingertips, and with the help of steel Dou Qi defense and Dou Qi explosion, his fingertips were as fast as meteors, or hooked or stabbed, and pushed aside the sharp edge of the curved sickle.

The body of "Li Jialu" seemed to have no weight, and the acceleration was even more limitless. It became faster and faster, gradually forming a phantom of the knight flying over and over. Every flickering was accompanied by a long sound that cut through the air.

Yalei carried the black flame in one arm, and kept hitting every corner of the air, as if torn out the black mask, and sporadically made a crisp sound of gold and stone interlaced.

His expression was a little subtle, not painful or solemn, but simply intoxicated.

happy! happy!

The young knight laughed suddenly, such a hearty feeling has not appeared for a long time, the last time, it was in the fantasy hall of the tyrant of flowers.

For a long time after that, even in the face of the lunatic Raul, he did not enjoy the real battle.

Every inch of bone, every muscle, trembled in the collision, his body and mind were on the verge of limit, and all the messy emotions were kept away from him in the battle.

This kind of feeling made his blood boil, and the furnace broke the steel war pattern, floating on the surface of the body from time to time.

The knight's right finger gradually grew a layer of fine scales in the continuous swipe, and the fingertips rapidly boned, forming a sharp blade in the shape of a dragon's claw.

This is the limit of the limb war blade, the sign of the falcon sword's beginning!

Clang! Yale pinched the blade of the scythe with five fingers and flicked it vigorously. The ghost of the Holy Maiden showed a hint of confusion, and flew backwards while hanging upside down. In mid-air, she held the sickle to support the deck, creating a deep crack and making a shrill sound.