Chapter 232 King Feng is dead, are there any hidden strong men in the elves?

Without protection, Atana kept running.

The aura of the enemies around her was increasing.

The dark elves’ pursuit became unscrupulous. They no longer concealed their aura and approached Atana from all directions.

Atana knew she could not escape.

A glimmer of determination flashed across her eyes, and the eternal crown on her head burst into light again.

The trees in the Eternal Forest were illuminated by the light, as if they had spirituality, and rushed towards the dark elves around them. The flowers and leaves formed a barrier to protect Atana.

Atana knew that this riot would not last long.

All she had to do was to use the geographical advantages of the Eternal Forest to block these enemies for a while.

But she still underestimated the strength of the king.

Although that dark elf was only a king at the ‘Boundary Fruit’ stage, he was not something that some spiritualized trees could stop.

“Saint Atana, long time no see.”

The arrogant laughter filled Atana with coldness.

"You can't stop us."

The Dark Elf King sneered: "You are not the real Elf Queen after all. Submit to us and we will help you ascend the throne, but..."

"We need you, the Queen, to leave some blood for us."

"To show the friendship between our two tribes."

The laughter around was getting more and more outrageous.

Atana did not answer, but just gritted her teeth and supported herself.

Unfortunately, she has not yet been crowned by the Elf Temple.

Only when the ancestors jointly opened the Queen's coronation ceremony for her and obtained the recognition of the Eternal Scepter, she could become a real Queen and use the entire Eternal Forest to defend against the enemy.

If the Eternal Scepter was in hand, what would the King fear?

Unfortunately...

There is no if.

Just as she was ready to give everything and fight to the death, another breath suddenly descended on the battlefield.

Through the barrier woven by branches, Atana saw a figure holding a knife.

The face could not be seen clearly.

The orange-yellow long sword, which was more than two meters long, exuded a strong breath.

Swish!

Big sword slash!

The blade flashed across the sky.

Just one blade.

Except for the Dark Elf King, all the other Dark Elfs were beheaded.

"Who are you?"

The Dark Elf King looked at the strange figure in front of him with a solemn expression, and the orange-yellow long sword in the other's hand made him extremely afraid.

It was a weapon of mythical quality!

Just feeling the breath of the sword, the pressure came to his face.

It was as if something above the nine heavens was locking him and wanted to press down heavily.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, the Dark Elf King clasped his fists and said: "My friend, this is a racial grudge between the Dark Elf and the Elf. Please give the Dark Elf some face.

I will reward you handsomely later."

Swish!

The only response to him was a flash of blade light.

The Dark Elf King's face changed, and the bone blade in his hand killed the mysterious visitor.

He could feel that the other party's strength was not too strong, but the mysterious aura and the equipment and weapons on his body made him afraid.

Boom!

The bone blade accurately blocked the flash of the knife. The Dark Elf King snorted coldly and wanted to fight back, but he felt something falling from the sky.

He felt a heavy pressure all over his body and looked up.

A meteorite carrying the breath of the chaotic universe was falling towards him at a high speed.

"Meteorite?"

He was stunned.

Is this the characteristic of a mythical weapon?

He felt a strong jealousy in his heart, followed by endless frustration. The opponent's strength was obviously not strong, but he relied on weapons and equipment to suppress him.

Xu Xuan took the knife again.

He did not dodge or evade, fighting for his life.

The knife in his right hand, and an invisible soul blade condensed on his left hand.

The Dark Elf King subconsciously blocked the Flowing Star Meteor Knife, but he didn't expect the soul blade in Xu Xuan's hand to break free and rush straight to his face.

Swish!

The dark elf reacted quickly, but was still hit.

His mind suddenly became confused.

After a moment of trance, Xu Xuan was already approaching him, and the soul blade slashed down again.

"What?!"

The Dark Elf King was completely dumbfounded.

Such a forbidden technique could actually be used continuously?

Where did the enemy in front of him come from?

The second soul blade pierced into the Dark Elf King's head, and he let out a painful wail, his head was splitting, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura became violent.

"I want you to die!"

He gave up defense, and countless bone blades appeared between heaven and earth, slashing towards Xu Xuan.

Puff!

The orange-yellow knife light flashed again.

The sky and the earth were torn open, and the body of the Dark Elf King was cut in half, and the strong knife intent devoured his vitality.

At the moment of death.

He saw thousands of bone blades piercing the mysterious visitor at the same time.

However...

His desperate attack was completely blocked by a golden light that burst out from the opponent's body.

Puff!

His upper body fell on the cold soil, and his consciousness completely dissipated.

Die with eyes wide open.

Xu Xuan turned his head and looked at Atana who was hiding in the leaf barrier with cold eyes.

The latter walked out of the barrier with gritted teeth and bowed to thank: "Atana, the saint of the elves, thank you for saving me."

For some reason, looking at the mysterious visitor in front of her.

The figure of that person appeared in her eyes again.

The person who made her fall in love at first sight and haunted her.

However...

Even if Xu Xuan had a good talent, it would be difficult for him to reach the level of this senior in just over a year.

She thought too much.

Whoosh!

Xu Xuan flashed and came to Atana, saying coldly: "I want to erase your memory."

Atana's face changed slightly, "Please forgive me, I can't let you check my memory. If you don't trust me, I can set up a word spirit ban and never reveal what happened here."

"Okay!"

Xu Xuan nodded.

Atana immediately set up a word spirit ban, looked at him again, and asked: "Senior, are you sent by Her Majesty Moira?"

Xu Xuan shook his head.

Silver light flashed, and the figure disappeared between heaven and earth.

Atana stood there for a while.

"Who is this senior? Why does he want to help me?"

Looking at the other party's methods, it is obvious that he is not from the elves.

Could it be other seniors of the peace faction?

Atana couldn't figure it out, so she could only put the matter aside for the time being, looking into the distance, and then walked towards the Elf Temple.

This time, there was no obstacle.

Walking through the road paved with blood, she came to the Elf Temple.

When she stood on the ninth step, the fight behind her seemed to stop.

The power of the Elf Temple washed over Atana's body.

She walked up step by step.

Behind her, the blood-soaked Queen's Guard Knights stood under the steps with solemn eyes.

Several ancestors also got rid of the enemy.

Only a few secretly peeping figures sighed.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Elves spent such a huge price but still failed to catch this young and immature queen.

So be it!

Although the Dark Elves failed and missed the opportunity to humiliate the Elves, Atana's ascension to the throne also meant that she had completely become a puppet of the Ten Thousand Races Council.

So far, the Elves have been completely divided.

Regardless of whether Atana is loyal to the Ten Thousand Races Council, the elves who support her ascension to the throne will definitely tend to the Ten Thousand Races Council, and those who do not support her will be completely liquidated in the next period of time.

Atana sat in this position.

Destined to be a lonely queen.