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The length of the blade is only more than one meter, the width of the blade is not more than one finger, the whole body is pure and elegant cyan, blue sky and blue sea, as if it is a communication between the sea and the sky. Although clear and holy, it is too deep to see the boundaries. If people's eyes are always on the mysterious blue, there will be a feeling of being sucked in. The white and silver lines form the blade, which wraps the blue-blue sword body, as if it were the brilliance of moonlight, and it is like the **** kingdom transformed into a holy radiance on the sea level and the communication between the sea and the sky.

The decoration of the sword grid is a branch of a plant, which outlines a simple but vigorous picture. Using the branches of plants as decoration, this is the decoration style of the elves, but this sword is completely different from the artistic style of the modern Fanya elves that are more complicated to be flashy and suspicious, but it is a very typical ancient elf creation in the era of the gods.

In addition, the shape of the sword is not the leaf-shaped sword of the modern elves, but it is the most common and popular double-edged one-handed straight sword. The infantry cavalry can be used universally, but because of the same, it seems a bit mediocre.

All in all, judging from the appearance, this looks like a ceremonial weapon that is more like a craft. The blue and blue sword saint is lustrous and moist, and it makes people doubt whether it is made of jade. It does n’t look like it is. A prop that can be used to kill people.

If it is an ordinary person, it might really think so, but if Duke Angmar also knows the common people like this, then he is blind to his big name.

Wenrun is like a long sword made of sapphire and precious stones. That pure color really reminds people of the clear summer sky and the quiet ocean, and the blue color makes people calm; but many people will always ignore it. There will be thunder in the sky, but whirlpools are hidden in the sea.

The Necromancer has already felt the pressure and sacred breath faintly coming from the blade. He can be sure that with the sharpness of the long sword, he should be able to break his body with a solid star iron. The demon-reducing power representing life and order will also bring indelible negative energy that constitutes the essence of his undead life. s damage.

Miscalculated ... the Black Duke thought. He originally thought that these most difficult opponents should be the blast of the contemporary "King of Night". And Lu Xi with various props on his belly full of bad water. Although Gillet's fame is great, it is not so big that the undead lord can't see through it. Even Lime, in Angmar's mind, is more threatened than the half-elf swordsman. Strangely, the little girl ’s power level is not high, and she does not understand supernatural means such as magic and holy light. Sidaoliu is more like a joke joke in the eyes of the Black Duke, but after a hundred battles, he almost becomes an instinctive battle consciousness but reminds him that this little girl is very dangerous.

He did n’t understand how this kind of feeling came about, and he could n’t find any evidence to prove this strange feeling. Even he himself wondered if he was a little nervous today—although as a detached child. King of the Undead, he has no nerves.

In short, even if Lim is really enchanted, it may be an illusion; but the half-elf swordsman Kilit suddenly pulled out the long sword. It has made the Black Duke Angmar feel a strong sense of crisis.

"Ah! It turns out that your hole card is this thing!" Lu Xi seemed unable to conceal his surprise.

Obviously people are your friends, how can they be more surprised than me? The Necromancer couldn't help but vomit fiercely, and suddenly realized: Since Lu Xi? Belencaster behaved so surprised. Does that mean that this blue sword is more dangerous than he had predicted?

It has to be said that the battle at this time has completely deviated from the original prediction of the Black Duke. At this point, even he has suffered a lot.

Such an emotion, in fact, is a trance that does not exceed one second at a time. And this time is enough for a master such as a half-elf swordsman. His body was ejected like a cannonball, and the interpreter with his left hand was lying across his chest. The blue long sword in the right hand turned into a blue-blue light trail, drawing towards the Black Duke.

It was just a seemingly simple stab attack, but suddenly the sharp sword and iron cries over the long sword, as if it were a cry and a charge of thousands of troops. The body of the half-elf swordsman turned into heavy phantoms and afterimages. The sword body could no longer be seen as real, like the rain of light at the speed of light, overwhelming.

"Dang!" The first collision between the Black Duke's Black Sword and the Blue Long Sword surprised him. He knew that if he talked about absolute power, none of these young people who wanted to besiege themselves would be their opponents. This half-elf swordsman named Gillet, although famous, has always been known for his exquisite and profound sword skills. He has never heard of anything beyond his ordinary strength in brute force, and the fight just now made He confirmed this even more. If according to the "normal" situation, such a hard-fought sword, he will not move his own lines, but the other party has to retreat or even roll through and other actions to resolve the shock and shock.

But the result once again gave the undead king a sense of subversion. He did not *, but in order to effectively control the body, he used a mental force to simulate a set of nerve-like physical self-alarm mechanisms on his "ontology". The feedback that this mechanism transmits to himself is that he was shocked by the force of the shock to his shoulder, and even caused a body tremor that could barely be controlled.

"This is by no means your own strength. This sword is ..."

Of course, Gillett would n’t answer each other like that, but that slender, delicate face grinned and smiled. In the eyes of ordinary people and friends, this is gentle and gentle, even with a shy smile, harmless and cute. . However, in the mind of the dead necromancer who already has a mustard in his heart, this is a face full of treacherous and proud, typical face of a villain.

"So make mysterious donkey ears!" The Black Duke screamed loudly. His whole body was covered in frost once again. The cold dynamics condensed into countless long-sword-like ice cones, and smashed into the late Gillet.

"Dangdang Dang!" The half-elf's long sword dance moved into a runner to make up for the drop, and the ice cones that flew to his door and torso were hit and even broken one by one. He then took another step back. Immediately after, his feet were a little bit in the void, his body twisted out of an absolutely anti-physical state, and he bounced back like this, but the speed was much faster than before.

"You are like an ugly ape!" The Necromancer still reacted with a cold gesture. Beside him, the coldness once again dried up into a frost dragon with open teeth and claws. Wrapped in dense white mist, swimming on the side of the Black Duke, turned into a frozen tornado. As if to turn the surrounding world into a polar world of death.

But this furious frost tornado failed to stop Gillett.

The body of the half-elf was torn apart by the tornado of ice, but this was only an instant, an illusion in everyone's eyes. His "body" seemed to break like bubbles. There was no corpse of flesh and blood flying, but a ray of light smoke. In a flash, Gillet's body appeared on the side of the Black Duke, and his swords were staggered into a cross, cutting off the head of the undead king. At that moment, in the cross field where the two swords were intertwined, the dazzling light suddenly burst into light, and almost everyone could not open their eyes. It seemed that the sun's rays were absorbed into the field, and then exploded in a flash.

"Twilight swordsmanship. Is the cross flashing?"

Twilight swordsmanship is the secret martial art of the high elf sun knight, and cross flash is also one of the most famous killer skills in this set of martial arts. In the high-speed transfer of swordsmen, and high-speed sword swing. Its actions will interfere with the flow of air and the exposure of light, and it is easy to cause fatal interference and misalignment to the enemy's vision and even spiritual perception. And in the moment of the move, due to the sudden eruption of sword speed and the flash of breaking through the space barrier, it will naturally produce the dazzling flash of light before.

Not just dazzling. This flash of light contains supernatural powers that have nothing to do with all magic and divine power, and is born of the essence of the sword. The most pure and thorough sword spirit. Not only can it tear apart matter and magic, it can even cut the link between space and spirit. Even if you cut away all of the above. The blinking brightness alone can blind ordinary people who are looking directly.

The commander of the Necromancer is of course not an ordinary person. In the face of such an attack, in the face of this can destroy the naked eye, and the purest attributeless sword gas, he just raised his head and faced the soul in the hole The fire jumped frantically, the tone was as cold as it could freeze the air, but it seemed to contain a thunder that was ready to go: "The Twilight Sword of the Fanya Elf is said to be fast enough to penetrate the space! I have never believed it This kind of bells and whistles, as long as it is faster than you, is it all right? "

The ice once again condensed into a pale sword of elements and intertwined into a dense network of swords, which violently collided with Kilit's sword gas, and the piercing crackling sounds continued, even the surrounding space There was a looming shock, as if an earthquake suddenly occurred.

The "cross flash" of the half-elf swordsman was blocked because he had only two swords after all. However, the spiritual power of the Necromancer can control every inch of his magic power, as well as the sword of the ice element drawn by each inch of magic power. Although these swords are temporarily condensed with frost, their sharpness and sturdiness are never inferior to first-class magic weapon.

The cracks in the armor of the Necromancer's body overflowed with scary breath of scary air, flowing on the ground, turning into a river-like trajectory, vaguely, there seemed to be terrible screams The whole space echoed. At this moment, the Black Duke seemed to have become the grim reaper who controlled the kingdom of the king, and released the Stygian River full of painful dead souls and fierce ghosts into the world.

The blood in "Styx" turned into countless blood-red spots and floated into the air, preparing to bombard half-elf swordsmen. But at this moment, the body of the undead king was shrouded in a sudden explosion. His footsteps stumbled involuntarily, and he soon regained his balance. However, the blood-red spots around it seemed to be punctured one by one, and disappeared.

The Necromancer's move, which seemed to be the killer of the world's catastrophe, was interrupted in this way.

The parties in the battle are not aware of this, but behind the light curtain, those necromancers who have tried their best to break the protective cover and rush over to support them. They were all stunned, even though most of them did not even have eyes and mouth.

Black Duke Angmar's move is indeed one of his killer skills. It is indeed named "Styx". In the memories of these Necromancers, when their commander released this trick, the enemy was not turned into blood by the negative energy representing pure death, and became part of the Stygian River, or just at the moment when the blood river just flowed , He took the opportunity to run away decisively, and there has never been a third result.

"Whoo ... Lu Xi? Belem Custer!" Soul fire was beating. A gleaming light shimmered; behind Ujin's mask came the sound of clenching teeth. Just now. It was Lu Xi's sneak attack that interrupted the Black Duke Angmar's big move.

The opponent's magical power is not great, and the direct damage to the undead king is almost negligible. If only that is the case, Angmar will never take such things to heart. But this magic attack is painless and itchy. But it actually interfered with my own control of negative energy and **** aura, which made the combat skills directly out of control, and almost broke out.

"How did you interfere with my control of negative energy?"

"If I don't have a little preparation, would I rush over and push so stupidly?" Lu Xi replied, his calf stepped on another slide, and his body had shifted to the right side of the army of undead. The Dawn Knight's sword wrapped in the evil spirits, and once again cut into the opponent's waist.

"A smart boy!" The Black Duke commented.

The Necromancer recognized that it was the spiritual footwork of the ancient Oakland Knight's swordsmanship. Although he was a little surprised in his heart that Lu Xi would have lost the swordsmanship, that's all. What is more is a ridiculous sense of encountering people with axe.

Oakland's classical swordsmanship, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary swordsmen, is a gorgeous tactical footwork with a sense of elegance and rhythm. But in front of the battle-hardened Black Duke is a lame dance. If it is usually, he only needs to wipe the blade along the slide of the opponent's rotation.

However, he had just made such a judgment and he had to change his attention again. After all, the commander of the Death Knight is not heads-up with Lu Xi alone. In fact, just when Lu Xi just opened his side, the colorless light came straight. As fast as lightning, the Black Duke had just seen the flash of light. The actual attack was only half a step away from his face.

The Black Duke blocked the light with his sword, but did not feel the magical impact of imagination, and could not help but stunned slightly. Immediately, he found in horror that at that moment, he had completely lost control of his magic. In an instant, the sword net formed by frost, the mist formed by the scarlet, and the bone armor of the undead lord, the defensive means of attack and defense integrated by his magic, all fell apart and turned into Meaningless elements flash.

"Great cracking technique ?!" The black prince, who was frightened, had no time to glance at the little girl who had just released the magic outside, the contemporary "king of the night sky", and Lu Xi's sword had already hung on himself. Waist.

Mithril ’s blade is directly on the alloy armor doped with star iron, so if there is no fancy hard-touch, it is really impossible to say who can win the final victory; but Lu Xi can be sure that , Even if his sword can't break the defense of the undead lord in physical attack, the sapphire fire wrapped in the blade and burning vigorously, which is extremely restrained to the power of the undead, can certainly cause considerable damage to the enemy. hurt.

Sure enough, he heard the sound of "Zi", as if the boiling metal met the cold snow. The Necromancer snorted and took a step back, reluctantly swinging his sword to block it and preparing to take the opportunity again. Lu Xi with two swords. His waist and abdomen didn't seem to show any obvious scratches or cracks, but with a blue flame still burning, he jumped fiercely without any sign of extinction.

The Black Duke Angmar made a whining noise mixed with pain and anger, and did not wait for the body to fully restore its balance before returning to the sword and cutting it, and the blade of the ashes and flames reached the heavenly cover of Lu Xi in an instant. The Necromancer is the Necromancer. If it is a heads-up, Lu Xi may hurt the opponent this round, but his head will certainly become a two-half on the spot like a watermelon.

"When!" The four handles and the long swords of different lengths flashed over, blocking the black sword's path. The figure like a doll was also blocked in front of Lu Xi. Although it is such a fragile and petite girl, it is as indestructible as a high mountain.

"How many times have you said it, Duke Black. The biggest difference between me and you is that I have friends! And everyone is enough to entrust the back and even life!" Although it is true , But always felt that the lines with slightly higher degree of humiliation and middle secondness justly emerged from Lu Xi ’s air again. He protruded out the staff and grabbed the burning wound at the waist of the other party and released A fixed-point blast for a long time.

The destruction magic of the eighth ring. In the old days, even the defense of the Black Duke could not be broken, but at this appropriate time. However, the magic of the ninth ring and even the tenth ring seems to have no effect. Only hearing a loud bang, the steel armor finally showed a physical wound that could be seen by the naked eye. The waist armor was opened, and a deep gap with a width of **** was exploded. .

really. There was nothing in that gap, and nothing under the appearance of this steel giant.

However, this does not mean that the armor is an empty shell.

The commander of the death knight, Black Duke Angmar, seemed to finally be unable to hold on. He staggered back, even using his sword as a walking stick, and pestered. This did not kneel to the ground.

At this moment, unreasonable Gillet leaped to his side again, wielding his sword. The so-called half-elf swordsman seems to have done this kind of thing before, while he was ill.

"Rat!" The undead lord roared angrily. Although he has lived for so many years, the vocabulary in his mind about cursing people seems to be too barren to make people look sideways. It is estimated that the name he just shouted is already his limit. Lu Xi shook his head in pity. Seeing the blood mist rise again, forming a circular light curtain shield. Blocking the blue long sword, the space once again formed a sense of shock caused by the magic impact. The shield of the light curtain formed by the **** aura may even block the dragon's breath easily. The half-elf swordsman may even be injured by this strong force's counterattack.

That's how the Necromancer figured it out, and he was prepared to do the same. However, when he was ready to work hard again, the afterglow of his eyes focused on: Lu Xi Berencaster, who was rushing to support, shook his head again, and his pity was more obvious.

"This ... this ..." His doubts hadn't had time to panic, and he only felt that his left shoulder was empty, and some part of his body seemed to have been taken away. It suddenly seemed a lot lighter.

In everyone's eyes, the blue sword was indeed blocked by the light curtain, but the shadow of the sword turned into a transparent air blade, which emerged from the shock of the space and cut the shoulder of the undead king. The armor body made of the alloy of the star iron, under such a blow, had no ability to block at all, as if it was weak as flour, and one arm was stripped of the body of the Black Duke.

The roar of the undead prince turned into the power of words and spirits, and the blood-red light curtain turned into a blood-red soaring flame. When he came out, everyone was involuntarily in a trance.

Gillet, who succeeded in hitting, was also a backflip, which was awkwardly out of that sky of blood. He stumbled backwards, almost hit Lu Xi's body at once, if not the latter's eyes hurriedly helped, he would definitely fall into a terrible Pingsha Luoyan style.

"Thank you ... why don't you have anything at all?" Gillett felt as if there were twenty ducks yelling in his mind now. When he saw Lu Xi with a calm face, he suddenly felt a little unbalanced.

"How can the Saint Seiya be hit by the same move?" Lu Xi smiled, and then pulled out a pile of cotton from both ears: "Of course, it is impossible to say that it is not affected. However, to deal with this move, the main thing It ’s still mental power. Of course, I ’m not as good as you when it comes to swordsmanship, but we are also a caster after all.

Gillet looked back and looked at the distant wind, which was also calm, and said that this statement was still very reasonable, but glanced at Lim with the corner of his eyes, and chuckled: "Oh ... that little girl seems to be Nothing at all. "

"Lime is special, uh, there is no way. The anti-natural events that have happened to her have made me completely indifferent."

Lim looked at Lu Xi with his head tilted, revealing a puzzled and confused look, ignorantly like a kitten. However, she quickly turned around again, staring at the enemies running away in front of her, with no change in her expression, but her eyes were frozen again, her eyes were very large cats that were crawling towards their prey. Branch animal.

Gillett also wanted to say something, his body was enveloped by a warm air current, and the ice, blood, and dead air attack suffered by the body were instantly dissolved by evaporation. He was almost ready to stretch out comfortably, and then found a place to sleep, but Lucky still remembered that he was in battle now, so he turned around and did to the three "clerics" in the distance A gesture of thanks.

"Sure enough, in dealing with such a stinky and dead guy, there is no more worthy partner than the clergy."

"That is of course, to be pushed. If there is no nanny, it is purely a gamble. Although killing by dps and mt is a method, but the risk is too great. We have only one life after all, carelessness!"

"Okay, I still didn't understand the first half of your sentence ... the second half of the sentence means you had a lot of lives before?"

"Alas, Brother Gillett, everything in the past is an illusion, cherish everything in front of you, it is true!" Lu Xi sighed: "To be honest, if I knew you had this sword ~ ​​www. lightnovelpub.net ~ Maybe I did n’t wait for the nanny to finish, so I rushed to kill it. "

"Oh, it looks like you can recognize my sword." The half-elf swordsman showed a surprised expression: "When I got it, I ran to the library and checked the books for a month before I was sure. "

"Hehehe, if anyone on this planet can become the legendary golden pupil appraisal god, it could only be the protagonist. If Brother Kilit is interested in opening an antique shop in Neosfia Tomb robbery ... ah no, the business of archaeology and collection, after the battle is over, let's discuss it carefully. "

"Yeah, it needs to be discussed." The half-elf swordsman said seriously, then moved his hands sideways, and once again made a move to prepare for combat. The interpreter on the left hand is still in the position of Twilight Swordsmanship, but the blue long sword on the right hand is an action that can't see the source at all. Yue Zhi's feeling is impeccable, as if it is one with the world.

This guy really hasn't moved yet. This guy really wanted to go against the sky again. In other words, it doesn't matter if he jumps out and grabs my protagonist so brazenly? Lu Xi suddenly felt that his mood was particularly complicated at this time. (To be continued)

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