Elven History Song

The last one is also the actor who has already been in place. The moment the ship docked, the teleportation circle that Lin Shuangzhi had already laid out was activated and the fallen angels who had not yet disembarked from the ship were teleported to the Colosseum on the third underground floor. The fallen angel raised his head and looked up. There was still the starry sky in the sky, but the fallen angel still noticed something was wrong. Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, the starry sky gave him a very illusory feeling. He could feel it. This starry sky doesn't seem real.

There was no one sitting in the stands around him, but he could feel something getting closer. The feeling was very subtle. It couldn't be said to be fear, but he felt uneasy about what was coming, and it was also mixed with a sense of helplessness. Strange emotions to speak of.

The fallen angel stared at the dark entrance ahead. The sound of footsteps came from inside. It was not that obvious, but it was very clear in this empty place. Even he couldn't explain clearly what the light source here was. The dim starlight in the sky It is obviously impossible for the moonlight to illuminate the surroundings, but the surroundings seem to be illuminated by old-fashioned incandescent lamps, which are not bright but can clearly see the surrounding things.

One step, two steps, not strong, walked towards the Colosseum. The uneasy feeling in his heart became more and more intense. Along with the indescribable feeling, the secretion of adrenaline hormones was stimulated. The fallen angel wanted to retreat and leave here immediately. , but unfortunately there is no passage leading here except the entrance opposite. If you want to get out from here, you must go through that passage, and there is something more than just something walking in that passage.

The light shone on that thing bit by bit, and its appearance became clearer and clearer. The clearer the image became, the more the fallen angel began to question whether there was something wrong with his eyes, because the person standing opposite was himself!

The person who walked in from across the Colosseum was himself or someone who looked exactly like him. However, no matter judging from the magic power and aura on his body, the fallen angel standing opposite the fallen angel had nothing to do with him. difference. He didn't know what all this was about, but he knew that the person opposite him was definitely not in the same camp as himself.

"Don't you want to come over? Then I will go over."

The one on the opposite side spoke first, and even the voice was exactly the same. It was like a six-eared macaque and Sun Wukong standing together and it was hard to tell the truth from the false. Before he could reply, a purple sword appeared in his hand and he charged towards him without saying a word. The fierceness of the charge shocked even me. The fallen angel himself didn't even know if he could do it. To make such a fierce charge like that fake self,

Let's leave the sigh for later. The fallen angel immediately summoned his purple sword and faced the fake self. The moment the two blades collided, bright sparks burst out. At this moment, the fallen angel realized that not only The speed and even the strength itself are no match for this fake. The fake has been continuously exerting force to suppress his own blade, and he can only be forced back a little by him. The fake used a little more force and lifted up to deflect the fallen angel's blade, followed by a very fast slash. The fallen angel himself didn't even react. The blade slashed down diagonally, leaving a slash across his chest that nearly spanned his entire chest and abdomen. Blood seeped out from the wound and dyed the purple coat on his body red.

There was no time to make any unnecessary reaction. The fallen angel no longer considered any unimportant factors and rolled to one side. Thanks to this roll, he successfully dodged the next knife, otherwise his stomach would have been cut open and the internal organs inside would have been cut open. It will all flow out.

The pain caused his expression to twist together. He reluctantly opened one eye and looked at his other self. The latter was walking towards him step by step in a leisurely manner. From him, the fallen angel seemed to see Zeng Jin's self. I used to torture those who were weaker than him little by little. Anyway, they couldn't escape from my hands. Even if I walked slower, there would be no problem.

He wanted to try to stand up, but before he could stand up completely, the fake self had already stood in front of him and looked at him with disdain.

"Trying to betray the king is the stupidest decision you have ever made in this miserable life."

The sword slashed down again, and this time the fallen angel barely managed to block it. However, due to the instability of his lower body and the fact that his strength was not on the same level, he was knocked out by the fake self. He rolled several times from the ground and was brought out of the layers. The dust finally hit the wall of the Colosseum like a stone, and the whole person knocked a big hole into the wall of the Colosseum.

"Is that all you have? With this little ability, you actually dare to claim to be the strongest person in the dark world? Stop being funny here, your humble face is as ridiculous as a clown."

The fallen angel wanted to get up to refute, but the impact just now seemed to have injured his internal organs and bones. Now he seemed very reluctant to even get up from the ground, let alone stand up to argue with the fake. He had no spare time at all. of strength.

The fake fallen angel watched with interest as the real one moved a little bit from the ground and tried to stand up. The real one's whole body was shaking from the exertion. Even so, it was very difficult for him to even raise his head. It was so easy. He barely raised his head, but lost all strength and crawled to the ground and took a mouthful of ashes.

Undisguised ridicule resounded throughout the Colosseum. When the fake fallen angel saw his true appearance, not only did he have no sympathy, but he laughed unabashedly. He didn't want to kill him now, he wanted to see himself in such embarrassment for a while longer.

The real fallen angel is not willing to just give up. He has his dignity, but dignity cannot solve any problems here. It will only make him lose his remaining dignity. He struggled to get up from the ground again, but this time he barely succeeded. The ashes and dust on the ground had covered his face, mixed with blood, and even he might not recognize his current appearance. The fake fallen angel once again made sarcastic remarks and even laughed to the point of crying. It took him a long time to listen to the sarcastic words and wipe away the tears of laughter. The fake fallen angel once again moved closer to the real him step by step.

The real fallen angel is not going to be captured just like that, even with one sword. Just one sword can defeat the enemy. With this thought, he positioned his body in front of him and waited for the fake self to come. Seeing the real self like this, the fake fallen angel naturally knew what his plan was, but he would not let his wish come true. The abacus succeeded, and even if he wanted to, someone would force the idea to fail.

"Spirit-Snatching Slash!"