The First Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Two Chapters of Their Own Shadow

"In this direction!"

After Mo Fan regained consciousness, a large chain of lightning flashed in his hands, and they flew towards the place outside the road. The pale and dazzling light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and a tall and thin figure was vaguely reflected.

The smiling face of that person could be seen in the light of the lightning, but just as the electric light was about to hit him, his figure flickered strangely and disappeared from Mo Fan's line of sight in an instant, and the unpleasant laughter suddenly echoed in the air. Up, that kind of teasing, that kind of falsehood, makes people even more annoying.

"Time flies so fast!" Bei Jiang sneered, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Fan calmly searched for him from all possible hidden places around him, but just as he searched, he did not find that the road under his feet was gradually being swallowed up by the dark mud. The black pool has expanded to a black pool!

There are not many cars on the highway. This is a highway that has been replaced by tunnels. It leads from the suburban city to the Pearl River alone. Occasionally, there are some car racing people who are presumptuous here, but today this highway is lonely in the suburbs. But it seemed to be swallowed up by the dark devil, and disappeared into this wilderness inexplicably. Several luxurious sports cars were parked at the entrance, and the gorgeously dressed young masters and eldest young ladies were terrified. Completely lost the courage to drive in.

"What are you afraid of? The darker you are, the more exciting it is. The speed reaches 180, and the visibility is only 200 meters. You don't know what is ahead, but you arrive immediately and then enter the next one. You must not understand this feeling. Go!" The white handsome man with black parrot hair said with a bit of playfulness and wildness.

After saying this, he slammed on the accelerator, and the speed suddenly soared to 100...

The speed continued to increase, and the parrot-haired man heard the girls behind him cheering for his courage. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch. It seems that he can fly at least two tonight. Women, they always like that. A man with a dangerous temperament all over his body, which can often help them reach the highest tide of joy!

“Zizzizizizi~~~~~~~~~~~~”

There was darkness around, and it was quite dark. What made the parrot-haired man even more unbelievable was that there were countless electric lights shining in this darkness!

Those lightning bolts are thick and huge, and when they hit somewhere, the branches that they break can cover the entire area above them, like a magic net of lightning that can be reached at your fingertips...

"Damn, what the hell is this place!" The man shouted in horror.

The road seems to have no end,

When the man soared his speed to two hundred in fear, he was horrified to find that he was still in it, and he hadn't moved half a step.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the sports car that told Feichi, the man screamed in fright, but it made no sense to step on the brakes, and the car ran over the figure directly!

There was no feeling of collision, and there was no sound at all. When the sports car whistled and hit the figure, the figure turned into countless black smoke, and then dissipated behind the chaotic airflow of the sports car...

The man turned his head and was so scared that his pants were wet. The black smoke actually condensed behind the car, and gradually returned to the silhouette of the human figure before. How powerful is such a high-speed sports car, Mage They would all be smashed to pieces, but the man was fine, and he turned his head and smiled to himself, making the man goosebumps all over his body!

...

"Five minutes have passed, you are more durable than I thought." Bei Jiang's voice sounded again.

Mo Fan stood on the road that was completely reduced to a black quagmire, his face was never solemn.

Around him, there are many figures. These figures are not the murderous and terrifying ghost executioners who look fierce and terrible, and they are not made according to Bei Jiang's own appearance. These figures are all Mo Fan's own shadow!

Every shadow, regardless of height and body shape, is exactly the same as Mo Fan. They even have a face that is very similar to himself but hazy in black smoke, making Mo Fan feel that he is standing in a magic mirror in all directions. In the room, all the printed images have their own expressions, hypocritical smiles, hideous angry stares!

"Thunder whip!"

Mo Fan once again gathered the power of thunder, and the thunder and lightning whip in his hand swept towards those demon shadows and hit them.

A sharp laughter came. They didn't dodge, mocking Mo Fan's meaningless attack. After being spurred by a strong thunderbolt, their bodies turned into wisps of black smoke and dispersed, but it only took a few seconds. They are back to normal!

As soon as Mo Fan's attack was over, they surrounded them one by one, some with daggers, some with hooked claws, and some with bare hands. Mo Fan's attacks were basically ineffective against them, but their attacks were full of power. This time left a scar on Mo Fan.

If the wound does not bleed, the dark matter will penetrate into Mo Fan's body, slowing down the flow of Mofan's blood, corrupting Mofan's cells and muscles, and causing the body's organs to wither. , the more the organs wither!

The energy of destruction in one body has become a useless skill at this moment. Mo Fan thought that only a super-class mage could give him such a big threat. So helpless.

Time passed quickly, but Mo Fan was unable to defeat any of his own demonic shadows...

"Shh!!!"

The dagger swiped towards Mo Fan's throat, Mo Fan sideways dodged, his right fist was full of flame power, and the dagger was still in the air while the shadow of the dagger was still in the air.

The flame dragon rushed flying, instantly turning the dagger-blade demon shadow into black gas...

However, before Mo Fan could withdraw his fist, the black gas drifted strangely to the top of Mo Fan's head, and the demonic shadow that looked exactly like Mo Fan suddenly stabbed down, piercing Mo Fan's head! !

"Retreat!"

Mo Fan reacted extremely quickly, silver light bloomed on his body, and a force of ejection was released from Mo Fan. The dagger-blade demon shadow above his head seemed to realize that this attack would be ineffective again, and turned into a black smoke on its own. He floated away farther away, avoiding Mo Fan's space deterrent power.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, and there was no time to breathe at all. The shadow of the hooked claw demon actually drilled out from the black magic pool road, and the two claw blades slammed into Mo Fan's calf!

"what!!!"

The muscles on Mo Fan's calf were almost ripped off by the guy, and the pain hit his heart.

"Ring~~~~~~!!!"

Seeing that Mo Fan was injured, Yan Nv Ji flew back in a hurry, and desperately bombarded the black magic pool with the flames of calamity...

The magic pool is a bottomless pit, which can absorb endless energy. No matter how powerful the flame of the Flame Lady is, it is difficult to destroy this black magic pool, and it is impossible to hurt the shadow of the hooked demon.

The shadow of the hooked claw demon cannot dissipate like a wisp of smoke, but it has the ability to shuttle in the black magic pool at will, like an evil ghost mermaid sneaking in a deep lake, always jumping out of the water when people are unprepared. Come out and eat people!

The blood was dripping, and the white bones could already be seen in Mo Fan's calf. He didn't let his body sway, and he endured the pain and stood there.

A person who cannot stand firm will only expose more flaws. At that time, it will not be the flesh on the calf, but his own heart!

"Actually, you can fall on the ground and cry. No one will think that you have lost all face. Not to mention that if you die at the hands of my Bei Jiang, everyone will say to you: That's no wonder." Bei Jiang's voice was in the air. floating.

Mo Fan hasn't found him yet, as long as he can find him, he can beat him into a crippled old dog with one punch!

"I've seen many people who are stronger than you. If you can't kill me within five minutes, it means that you can never kill me. Hide, you can hide as much as you like. My family was poor in the past. Grocery piles, wooden shelves, sewers, there are always a few dark mice hidden in the sewers, always stealing my biscuits and biting off my chairs while I sleep, they think they are amazing, and they play giants like us all over the place, They made all kinds of chattering noises proudly... Do you know what happened to those mice in the end?"

Mo Fan was still standing, his legs were trembling and he was standing with blood flowing. The moment he made up his mind to fight the Black Holy See to the end, he thought about his various horrific endings and was ready to be bruised all over his body. But as long as he can still get up, he will definitely let all these things go to hell!

"You're really optimistic, don't you think you're the gutter rat who was locked in a cage with a broken leg?" Bei Jiang's voice was getting closer and closer to Mo Fan.

On the black road, less than twenty meters away from Mo Fan, Bei Jiang was slowly walking towards Mo Fan with a smile on his face. Step by step, there was no sound of footsteps, but it felt like a black mountain was pressing down.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and thought calmly. He couldn't understand why Bei Jiang's dark power could be so ever-changing and invisible. With this ability, wouldn't even the Ultra-Order Mage be helpless with him... …

Is it the source of darkness?

What is the source of his darkness?

Or, it's something he was born with...

Natural talent! !

Mo Fan suddenly understood why he hadn't taken his natural talent into consideration before.

There is definitely more than one person in this world with a strong natural talent. Those who have a good foundation and coexist with cultivation and opportunities will also stand at the top of the field, and it is almost impossible to meet an opponent!

Then this humble craftsman must have some kind of natural talent for darkness, and combined with his special source of darkness, he has become his perfect dark master!