I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

The blood-colored crystal sword broke into two in front of Su Chen's eyes. The broken part spun and flew out, and landed on the ground on the other side. The sharp edge of the sword pierced into the ground.

And Su Chen was looking up.

Fragments of the bloody crystal sword fell on him at the crack.

And he was still holding the hilt of the blood-colored crystal sword tightly in his hand, and that sword had been broken, leaving only half in Su Chen's hand.

The light of the bloody crystal sword dimmed.

This cursed sword that followed Su Chen all the way from the Battle of Tokyo to today seems to have reached the end of its lifespan.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Su Chen seemed to hear a faint sigh resounding in his heart.

Nearby, a tall Cyclops was watching him silently.

Then slowly raised the huge sharp blade in his hand.

Then……

Wow ah ah ah...

A long-lost voice with no temper suddenly sounded in Su Chen's ear.

At that moment, the thing that was constantly struggling to get out of the Ring of Arnovar finally rushed out.

That was not the power of analysis that Su Chen thought, but a... person who was completely impossible to appear here in his expectation.

It was a small, black shadow, maybe only a little bigger than a palm, wearing black school uniform-like clothes, with black wings growing from her back, and long black hair flying in the air.

She tried her best to squeeze out from the ring of Anovar, as if she wanted to muster up the momentum to launch an attack, but her voice was too immature, her body was too petite, and her charging and shouting seemed to have nothing to do with the momentum Relationships, only cuteness.

She held up the black spear - the spear was taller than her body, and it was about the size of a chopstick used in the Huaxia region.

But she was like a cannonball that suddenly appeared and plunged into the arms of the Cyclops.

The petite body shakes the huge body.

The Cyclops was shaken by her body, stumbled backwards, and almost fell to the ground.

While stabilizing its figure, it stretched out its hand to catch this annoying little fly.

But she had already risen screaming, flying with the body of her soul, and she didn't seem to know much about the principle of chasing after victory. She knocked away the eighth caste of the Cyclops, and flew back screaming, dragging Su The corner of Chen's clothes flew forward unsteadily, trying to escape with Su Chen.

At this critical moment, Su Chen's mind was distracted, he turned his head blankly, and looked at the little shadow who was dragging himself to fly with difficulty, and whose expression was distorted due to too much force.

looking at...

Just looking at it like that...

look at her.

Looking dark.

What came out of the ring of Anovar was not the analytical power that Su Chen had in mind, but the small figure in front of him was more useful and important to Su Chen than the analytical power.

He didn't understand, didn't understand why An, who obviously still needed the last help of cracked life to be able to be resurrected, was able to live now, and didn't understand why An was able to break out of the ring of Anovar...

What exactly happened during this time?

Did she feel during the time An died?

Is this little guy really his An?

Compared with before, An seems to have changed a little bit, first of all, the change in appearance, her wings, eyes, and hair have completely turned into pure dark black.

At the same time, her power seems to be much stronger than before, but the strange thing is that although her power is much stronger, it is difficult to distinguish the concept of realm and level.

Su Chen discovered this before. An is powerful and can use dark energy, not even weaker than ordinary caste creatures, but in her body, she can hardly find the characteristics of caste creatures, so she can't tell the difference. It is difficult to find out what level her power has reached. Therefore, An's strength has always been a vague concept. However, this was not important before, and there was almost no place where An was needed to fight.

And it's the same now, An's power is much stronger than Su Chen's memory, before An could not even shake the false seventh-caste sign, but just now, the cyclops' eighth-caste's body shook.

That's not accidental, the first eighth caste cannot stand unsteadily after being attacked by some weak person.

However, to be able to achieve this level, An's body still does not have any obvious caste characteristics. But in general, An has become stronger than before.

what on earth is it?

Why did An become stronger than before?

Is it because of cracking life?

He had too many questions, and there were too many things he wanted to say, but when those words came to his lips, there was only a hoarse call: An...

The shadow is looming, and the eighth caste of Cyclops is coming again.

An turned his head and looked at it hastily, and screamed in horror: Wow! The big monster is coming! Su Chen, you have to think of a way!!! The golden monster disappeared last time, why did another one with a long face appear? More vicious, run, run! Why are there fights everywhere!

And at the far end of the battlefield.

Bai Feng heard something faintly, he turned his head, and heard those voices howling from the wind, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Who is that?

Guan Ling was pulling him to fly at a very low altitude. The Rose Knight still had some illusions about Su Chen. He did not leave the battlefield quickly, but left slowly, thinking that if there were new changes on the battlefield, she would go to help Su Chen right away. At this time, he asked Xiang Baifeng: What are you going to do? Why did you stop?

Wait... who is that? Who is that?! Bai Feng broke free from Guan Ling's pull, fell from a height of seven or eight meters, and fell heavily on the ground below.

His face was covered in dust, but he took out his diary from his pocket and flipped it on the ground.

Hearing the screams in the distance, he kept flipping through the diary in his hand.

Who is that? Whose voice is that? Whose voice is that? I remember that voice... I remember that voice...

What are you doing? Guan Ling also fell down, holding Bai Feng.

However, Bai Feng grabbed her with his backhand, with extreme force, his eyes became blurred, and the world in front of him seemed to turn into a pale field: I remember her! I remember her! I have an important person missing! I heard Her voice! I hear her voice!

Here she is! She is here!

Bai Feng didn't record An's death in his diary. At this moment, he heard An's voice, and in a trance, he felt as if he heard the voice of the person he had been looking for.

On this desolate land, Bai Feng fell into some long-lost madness.

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