Although it was only a moment that the female mage was forced back in mid-air, as a philosopher said: "A moment of hesitation will turn into a permanent regret. w w w .q u a n b e n. c o m" With this moment of respite, suddenly Elesis had recovered from the blow.
The voice of her chanting spells became more and more rapid and high-pitched, and every accent made everyone in the small square beat heavily. The black flames came out of her robe as if they were alive, condensing into flame balls one after another. The flame balls further combined and turned into black shields, flying around Elesis. A ferocious devil's head can be seen faintly on the shield. In the strong wind, Elesis's beauty fluttered, revealing a drop-shaped black crystal on her forehead. As the spell was completed, the crystal flashed with light, and a faint black spherical shield covered Elesis.
In the dark night, the black mage robe made Elesis' skin look whiter than snow. Under the attention of everyone, she rose from the ground and slowly rose into the air, her clothes flowing, and her grace was unparalleled. Floating into the air purely with his own magic power like this is the sign of a fourteenth-level mage.
Seeing Elesis rising into the sky, the female magician in the sky seemed slightly panicked. The light of her wand shone, and bolts of lightning traveled across a space of several hundred meters and struck Elesis. However, most of these lightning bolts were intercepted by black flame balls or blocked by black flame shields. A few lightning strikes hit the light black shield of Elesis, splashing countless brilliant electric fires, but they were unable to do anything to the shield.
Elesis just rose into the air with extremely brilliant magical flames.
As soon as she rose into the air, Elesis formed three dark spears and stabbed at the female mage one after another, forcing her to panic.
Elesis let out a long groan, and the moonlight suddenly fluctuated like water, making the shadows of the trees and houses sway. Three shadows suddenly rose from the ground and floated toward the witch indistinctly. These three shadows turned into vague monster outlines in the air, with slender limbs, and the sharpness of the claws could be vaguely felt.
After Elesis completely rose into the air, the sound of chanting a spell once again echoed throughout the audience, like a passionate war song!
Then she stretched her hands forward, and her fingers blossomed like orchids. For a moment, it seemed that all the black flames in the mage's robe were concentrating on her hands, condensing into a ball about a foot in size, constantly breathing black flames. As all the black flames were sucked into the ball, the ball became as substantial as an extremely smooth black pearl. The next moment, the sphere had become completely transparent, and there was actually a night sky at the center of the sphere. A small female magician was floating in the night sky, waving her inch-long magic wand, releasing streaks of lightning. This little puppet-like mage is exactly the same as the female mage in mid-air in the distance, and even every movement is exactly the same.
An unnoticed smile appeared on the corner of Elesis's mouth. She looked at the female magician who had just collected three dark spears in the air in the distance and was now busy dealing with the shadow killer. She leisurely raised her hand to straighten her temples. Seeing the chaos on his side, he pointed his right hand at the little puppet in the sphere in front of him. The situation in the sphere suddenly changed and was filled with violent black flames of magic.
A faint sphere with a diameter of ten meters suddenly appeared around the female magician, firmly covering her at the center of the sphere. Black flames generated out of thin air suddenly filled the space inside the sphere. This black fire was like a beast trapped in a cage, scurrying back and forth, but with no way to escape. It found the female magician in the center of the ball, and its anger finally found a way to vent, so it bit into it viciously. . Fortunately, the female magician moved a seven-color magic shield in time, which was able to withstand the black flames that came from hell or the devil's abyss. Under the impact of the black flames, the female magician's shield stirred up countless flames and fireflies, falling in colorful colors like flowers raining all over the sky.
The ball of light in front of Elesis was also filled with light, and the little doll was struggling with the black fire around it. She made countless flying movements in the center of the ball, and her figure also disappeared and appeared.
The female magician flew with great agility in mid-air, and suddenly disappeared from time to time, and appeared in another place in the air a few hundred meters away, but the big ball always covered her, going in and out with her. Never give up.
Seeing the angry Elesis, Roger couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Elesis didn't know where she came from. Her magic was weird and powerful, and she still couldn't figure out what type of magic she used. Apart from this, she doesn't seem to need much assistance from magic equipment. She never even uses the wand, which is indispensable for a magician, and only uses a few small magic accessories at most. When casting most magics, this terrifying witch only needs to make a few gestures and draw two magic symbols. The casting speed is unparalleled. Even the powerful dark spear and spells are far more expensive than ordinary high-level magics. Much shorter.
The stunning female magician in the sky was so powerful that she couldn't catch up even if she was chasing her. She also made a sneak attack first, but Elesis actually reversed the situation in the blink of an eye. Thinking of all the times she stared at her breasts and thighs in the past, Seeing such bad behavior, Rog suddenly felt a sore throat and a dull pain all over his body.
Although the female magician is at a disadvantage, she does not show signs of defeat.
Four or five magic equipment around her body shone green at the same time. Three magic shields that Rogge couldn't name were generated one after another, blending into a brightly colored new shield that resisted the erosion of the black flames. Then a magic door formed in the night sky above and behind her, and four screaming flying dragons flew out one after another, fighting with the shadow killer summoned by Elesis.
Although the sorceress could not escape Elesis's magic, her offensive magic was able to penetrate the sphere. As soon as she realized this, countless flaming arrows, pillars of skyfire, and rings of extremely frozen ice rushed towards Elesis like volcanic eruptions.
Elesis was still calm and calm, with seven black shields flying around her, blocking all these magic attacks. She stretched out a flick, and a small black ball flew into the sky, turning into a mass of black mist that was constantly twisting. Then various strange creatures jumped out of the mist one after another, and fiercely shot into the sky. The flying dragons pounced, and in the blink of an eye the four flying dragons were bitten and bruised all over their bodies.
The space between the two female mages seemed to be filled with countless fireworks blooming at the same time, and the seven-color magic fireworks lit up the entire slum area. Everyone seemed to be in the most beautiful fairy tale world, watching the fireflies slowly falling in the sky. However, these flowing fireflies contain electric fire, poisonous flames or icy wind. Accompanying these beautiful but deadly rays of light is the melancholy sound of thunder.
Everyone's faces were reflected in and out of light, and strange creatures whizzed by from time to time. Those with weak skills couldn't tell where they were for a moment.
Although the magic battle between the two female mages was extremely gorgeous, none of the truly deadly high-level large-scale attack magic was used. These magics were not suitable for casting in the densely populated city of Lille. However, this kind of stormy low-level magic attack was beyond the dreams of most people present.
After a moment, Elesis, who had the absolute upper hand, certainly did not intend to let go of the female mage opposite. But just like a cat, it has to have a good time after catching a mouse. Elesis pointed a gold star at her fingertips and flew into the sphere in front of her where the little doll was imprisoned. A strong wind suddenly blew up from underneath the doll, blowing her mage robe high into the air, exposing almost the entire length of her two thighs as tender as onions.
The female magician in the air screamed, and her ice-skinned legs with beautiful lines were exposed to everyone's sight. Fortunately, she was a hundred meters above the night sky. Except for powerful people such as Ofiloke and Rogge, most people could only vaguely see a small group of white. She kept flying up and down, and her flying skills were so proficient that she became a model for educating magic apprentices in major magic academies. However, whether she was on her head or on her feet, or flying left and right, the whirlwind, if spiritual, always blew from under her feet. If the female magician hadn't used her wits to catch a skirt hem, The wind almost ripped off her entire mage robe.
Although a beauty's thighs look good, her life is more important. When all the men in the field stretched their necks desperately and stared at the sky in vain, Rogge was like a ghost, weaving in and out of the field, attacking from behind, adding many innocent souls under the 'soul binding', Even a magician was caught off guard and received a silent mental shock from Rogge. A huge fireball exploded around him before it even took shape, and several flying dragon minions were also buried with him.
The fat man had just knocked down the fifth big man, and the Feilong men already realized that something was wrong. Several swordsmen with armor that looked superior to ordinary minions surrounded them. Rogge saw that the situation was not good, and immediately stepped away.
Seeing that the summoned creatures began to run rampant on the battlefield again, Rogge hid in a safe place and summoned seven or eight more skeletons with gesticulations.
The magic competition between the two witches has obviously gone far beyond the scope of the Dragon King, and gradually began to wake up the sleeping city of Lille. Feilong looked deeply worried, obviously not expecting that the situation would get so out of control. It would never be good for him to make the matter so big. In a moment of distraction, Franco emerged from nowhere, and made several swipes with a thin stabbing sword, swiping his throat, prodding his muscles, and teasing his vagina. His moves were extremely vicious, and the flying dragon was in a hurry.
Feilong was not the only one dissatisfied with the out-of-control situation. Ofiloch frowned, pulled out his sword, and unfolded a set of extremely delicate sword techniques. The basic knight skill of 'cleave' has become extremely powerful in the hands of the Golden Lion. His sword is like a musical note beating on the water, and it can pick apart the opponent's armor one after another with great agility, breaking the joints or tendons. A shallow stab at the vein, not serious damage, but just enough to make the opponent unable to fight anymore.
The magic battle in the air changed again. With an evil smile on her lips, Elesis stretched out a slender but evil hand into the sphere in front of her, looking at the black flames as if they were nothing, and grasped the puppet's wrist with two nails. The robe was torn off with a slight tug. The female magician in the air screamed again, and the back part of the magician's robe was torn open by an invisible hand, revealing a large area of back muscles and her exquisite buttocks wrapped in aqua green clothes.
Seeing the helpless struggle of the little doll, Elesis's evil little womanly nature came out more and more, and her slender fingers were like the beak of the soul, tearing off the doll's robe piece by piece. In the blink of an eye, the little doll was almost peeled off into a little white rabbit, curled up, helplessly resisting the evil fingers, and fighting against the non-stop black flames. The doll's big eyes were filled with crystal tears.
Elesis couldn't bear it, and smiled and said to the almost naked little doll in front of her: "I will teach you a lesson this time. If you dare to go against me again in the future, I will really make you look good!"
Ofiloch had a clear view of the battle situation in heaven and earth, but as a Templar, he naturally couldn't afford to look at the female magician too much. Rogge was different. His mental power locked the female magician tightly. He hid among the skeletons and stared at the female magician, not letting go of every part. The distance of a hundred meters and the dim moonlight were no longer a problem under his silver eyes. This feast of beauty made him salivate.
Just as Elesis removed the mysterious sphere covering the female magician, the female magician's eyes suddenly lit up, eight magic ornaments all over her body shone at the same time, and six green transparent light screens instantly appeared in front of Elesis. The Sith moved up and down, left and right, encasing her in this giant green cube.
"Prison in another world!" Ofiloch's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "Elesis! Teleport! Teleport quickly!"
It's too late.
The green hexahedron rotated crazily and shrank rapidly. After a flash of green light, the sky was empty, and there was no longer any figure of Elesis.
'Alien Prison' is a terrifying seventh-level magic. The caster uses his own magic power to communicate with the alien space, seal the target with a space barrier, send it to the alien world, and then cut off the space passage. Since there are countless alien spaces, no one except the caster knows which alien world the target has been transported to, and naturally there is no way to rescue it. Although this spell does not directly destroy the target, if the target does not have enough magical attainments, it will be impossible to return to this world. Even a person with strong magic skills will find it almost impossible to find a way back to this space without spatial positioning. Therefore, compared to this world, Elesis was eliminated.
Ofiloch was unable to save him, and his face was as deep as water in his rage. He stretched out his right hand, and a golden war spear was formed out of thin air in his palm. His left hand pointed at the female magician in the air. As soon as he made a throwing gesture, the war spear was already Flying in front of the female magician, the golden light illuminated her frightened face!
A ball of golden lotus petals bloomed in the air, and the female magician was teetering on the edge. The shield had been completely broken by the fighting spirit gun, and the aftermath had obviously severely injured her.
Almost as soon as the first war gun disappeared, the second war gun had already solidified. But no one dared to stop the furious Ofiloke at this time. The female magician's journey in the world was about to end with this war gun.
Suddenly there was something strange in the sky, as if all the stars were shaking uneasily.
Like a string of broken pearl necklaces, countless stars fell down. The target of this meteor shower is Ofiloch!
Even as powerful as Ofiloch, he felt a little uneasy at this moment. He made a prompt decision, turned slightly, and faced the falling stars in the sky with his fighting spirit spear like lightning.
The moment the fighting spirit gun collided with the meteor shower, all the scenery seemed to fluctuate, and then there was a gloomy thunder.
The stars in the night sky shine again, and what fell just now is not a star at all, but sword energy!
A figure passed by in the air, caught the female magician who fell from the air, wrapped the female magician's body in a scarlet cloak, and slowly floated down to the center of the square together.
The person holding the female magician was an extremely handsome noble young man. His short chestnut hair was obviously made by the most skilled stylist, and every wave and curve was so elegant and noble. Like Ofiloch, he did not wear heavy armor, only a dark blue chain breastplate. The black trousers and leather boots were well-tailored and had no unnecessary modifications. Compared to his steady and elegant temperament, his face is a bit too beautiful. Her deep blue eyes, tall and delicate nose and a little red lips are enough to put the so-called beauties to shame. If it weren't for the thick eyebrows that added some strong lines to this face, the men present would probably have wild dreams. . But it is precisely because of this that even the most picky directors will choose him to play roles such as the dream lover in operas.
This person holds a long sword with azure light in his right hand, and the tip of the sword points diagonally to the ground in front of him on the right. The blade of this sword is crystal clear, and it should be visible at a glance, but for some reason the blue on the sword is extremely deep, making people's eyes involuntarily sink deeper and deeper at the first sight. There are tens of thousands of starlights flickering in the blue, and a world seems to be contained in a sword! From time to time, a few points of starlight fell from the sword, flying in the air several times before reluctantly disappearing.
The female magician leaned softly in the man's arms. After the battle with Elesis, her magic power had been almost exhausted, and then she was severely injured by Ofiloch. It was already very difficult for her to still be standing at this moment.
However, Rogge's eyes were fixed on the man's left hand, which was currently wrapped in a cloak. Thinking of the almost naked female magician, Rogge concluded that this hand was taking advantage of him, and he couldn't help but feel envious. It was a pity that the swordsmanship that this man had just revealed was already beyond the scope of his understanding. Rogge would never dare to come forward to compete with him to get jealous.
Ofiloch stared at the blue sword for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the owner of the sword and asked: "Is this the Biluo Xingchen?"
"Exactly!"
Ofiloch nodded. After all, you are Andre. 'Star Sword Master' Prosis really values you very much, and even gave you the artifact for which he is famous, 'Blue Star'. It's a pity that although the sword is good, the firepower of the person is a bit lacking. "
Ofiloch's tone became colder and colder, "Your ability is not enough to stop me. Hand over the female magician, otherwise, Prosis will have one less apprentice!"
These few words made it clear that he did not take this so-called disciple of the Sword Master seriously. Andre's anger surged and his face turned livid. The 'Blue Star' in his hand shone brightly with the owner's heartbeat, turning Andre's almost perfect face into a miserable blue color.
The female magician raised her head, looked at Ofiloch and smiled softly: "Why is the golden lion so narrow-minded that he can't even let go of a little girl? It's not too reasonable, I shouldn't be so petty about your secret. Lovers should be merciful. Besides, the son of the dignified Grand Duke and the most promising Templar Knight in the church would actually attack me secretly. If I tell the truth, the reputation of the Grand Duke of Bavaria..." As she spoke, she chuckled. A sound.
The witch's smile was like spring flowers blooming, or like clouds blooming and the moon rising, her smile made all the men shake their hearts. Ofiloch's heart beat a few times, but he was determined and calmed down immediately. When I checked her luck, I found that the witch didn't use any magic to 'charm humans' in her smile. It was just a natural charm. When it comes to appearance, she is by no means inferior to Elesis. Her crimson cloak can hardly restrain her proud figure, but her thin eyebrows are as curved as the moon, and her blue eyes are like two thousand bays. The deep pool of years, together with the delicate nose and light lip color, constitute a face of exquisite beauty.
Angelic faces and devilish figures have always been men’s favorites.
When Ofiloch was secretly shocked by her charm, the witch took out an emerald vial and said with a smile: "But I haven't been afraid of lions and tigers since I was a child." As she spoke, she raised her head and drank all the liquid in the bottle. Light and an extremely strong magic wave immediately emitted from her body. At this moment, she seemed to have completely recovered her magic power. With crisp laughter, she left Andre's arms and slowly rose into the sky. Her eyes were full of smiles, and she stared at Ofiloch endlessly.
Ofiloch knew in his heart that this witch was definitely not interested in him, she was just looking for a weakness in him. Being able to rise into the sky again shows that the magic power has truly been restored. When a fourteenth-level magician fights against a sixteenth-level knight, it's hard to say whether he will win or lose, not to mention that Andre, who is watching eagerly next to him, looks like he is at least a fifteenth-level swordsman. As for the potion that can instantly restore magic power, the only one I have heard of is the 'Source of Magic Power'. It is said that the production method of this medicine has been lost long ago, and each bottle of magic medicine is almost as precious as a top-grade magic weapon. This witch actually carries this medicine with her. It seems that there are countless magic weapons.
Although he was at a disadvantage, Ofilok showed no fear at all. However, the situation of the nobles and villains behind them is not good.
During this period, although everyone was shocked by the beauty of the female magician and their attacks became much slower, they definitely did not stop. Now Elesis's life and death are unknown, Ofiloch is entangled by Andre and the witch again, Feilong and his men can finally kill each other happily, the situation of the evil boys is tense for a moment, and in a moment, everyone There are some injuries all over the body.
Rogge, who was originally so brave, suddenly felt as if he had lost his soul. His eyes were vacant and lifeless. He hid among several skeletons and struck here and there with the ax, regardless of whether there was anyone at the place where the ax fell. Franco was already at an absolute disadvantage when fighting the flying dragon alone. He relied on his vicious and mean swordsmanship. The stabbing sword had many traps and was even electrified with poison. At several critical moments, he fought to the death and only picked the lower body, arranging a posture where they would both die together. It took me a long time to support this. Over there, Lens had already revealed his secret weapon, the bowl-thick crossbow. Although only a few arrows were shot, because there were almost a hundred hits at this distance, the ones who hit them immediately turned blue and fell to the ground. Wherever the cylinder pointed, everyone's expression changed and they all ran away. However, Lens himself knew in his heart that once the twenty crossbow arrows in the barrel were shot out, his martial arts skills would only have room for being slaughtered.
On the contrary, Robosky's swordsmanship has become more and more impressive. It seems that besides being timid, this man still has some real stuff in his belly.
Kate was at the end of the team, fighting alone against three of Feilong's generals. These three were all eighth- and ninth-level warriors. When the three of them joined forces, Kate had a very difficult fight. At this moment, Kate's body was flashing with divine fighting spirit, and it was obvious that she had tried her best. However, wherever the ax gun pointed, it was not the fatal point for the three of them. People who have achieved sacred fighting spirit are naturally kind-hearted, and they even let go of several opportunities to hurt the enemy without any reason. It's a pity that the opponents don't think so. Although they are secretly happy, they start to attack without any scruples. In the blink of an eye, Kate had a few more minor injuries.
When a ninth-level jungle warrior under Feilong saw Rogge suddenly becoming powerless, he saw the advantage and rushed over with a long sword. After a few sword strokes, he stirred up streaks of fire. However, after all, he did not have enough fighting spirit and could not help himself to reincarnation. '. The man rolled his eyes, lowered his body, and stabbed Rogge's feet with his sword. No amount of full-body armor could protect him, right? As soon as he falls, isn't this fat pig easily captured? Just as he was making his wishful thinking, three skeleton soldiers on both sides surrounded him and chopped off his head with three steel knives. The jungle warrior obviously did not pay attention to these low-level skeletons. He casually used his long sword and prepared to slash it back, taking care of these lowest summoned objects. There were two "dang-dang" sounds, and the long sword held the two steel knives, but the third crisp sound was not heard. He felt something was wrong. He looked up and from the corner of his eye caught the sight of the third rusty steel knife that was slowly falling. It suddenly retracted. The long sword bypassed the frame and disappeared with an afterimage. own chest.
A surge of hot blood surged into his throat, blocking his last scream. The skeleton that had just shown off its ferocity became sluggish and slow, clumsily and sluggishly following the other skeletons to face the next enemy.
Rogge was in unspeakable pain, and the energy turbulence in the different space was turbulently impacting his nerves. His mental power is extending infinitely, firmly locking a group of souls that are also struggling in countless gaps in space. Fortunately, there is an invisible policeman guarding me, otherwise it would have turned into an exotic dish called 'white-cut fragrant pig'.
Ofiloch saw that the bad guys were in a bad situation, snorted coldly, ignored Andre and the female magician in the sky, and turned around to help.
A burst of blood rushed into Andre's snowy face, and he shouted angrily, "Ofiroch! I'm going to make you pay for your arrogance! Today I'm going to let you see who is the best between us. Someone who is close to the Paladin!" After saying that, Andre's whole body suddenly overflowed with azure fighting spirit, and stars were flying around him. He slowly raised the "Biluo Xingchen Zhi Ofilok", raised his left hand, and his fighting spirit increased again, and three aqua blue fighting spirit light balls formed on the palm of his hand. Invisible pressures emanated from Andre's body, and he actually cultivated level 16 fighting spirit!
"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter came from outside the square, and David led a dozen of his men into the small square. "My dear brother, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but you have done so much more harm than me, my older brother! I really envy you for having a good teacher!"
Andre said coldly: "My dear brother, if you can play with a few less women every month, your strength will not be reduced to this point. Not to mention the Sword Master, even the God of Creation will not be able to teach you like this. 's apprentice."
David disapproved, still with a cynical expression, and said as he walked: "When will you and your stupid teacher understand that strength is not just about big fists? Of course, of course, you are still young, and with that This ignorant old fool has been around for more than ten years. In terms of foresight and brilliance, he is naturally not as good as your wise and powerful brother me! Hahahaha!"
When David saw the female magician in the sky, his eyes lit up and he said enthusiastically: Goddess in my heart, so you are here too? "He was about to recite several famous long poems to express his feelings. A huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky, which fully demonstrated the witch's intention, and viciously stuffed the poems into David's stomach.
While quarreling with Andre, David walked into the square, and happened to surround Ofiloch in the center with Andre and the female magician.
Ofiloch's face was covered with a layer of frost. Seeing the desperate situation of the noble villains, he coldly said to the three people surrounding him: "Since you two brothers don't know how to live or die, don't blame me for offending Marshal Rochelio. Yeah! The closest person to a Paladin? What a joke!"
Ofiloch's golden fighting spirit suddenly shone brightly, then shrank back, condensing into a pair of transparent armor that looked like substance. There is a huge golden cross engraved on the chest of the armor, with the blazing holy fire in the background. Several smooth ridges extend from the golden cross, passing around the shoulders and turning into fluttering golden battle flags. When there is no wind, the flag automatically turns into a flame of fighting spirit at the end of the flag, gradually dissipating into the air.
There was a faint sound of hymns in the space. Ofiloch was holding a war gun condensed with fighting spirit. His whole body was motionless. With the support of golden fighting spirit, he slowly rose into the sky. His grace was like a god and his power was like a prison. ocean.
Whether it's fighting spirit or magic power, the further you go through the practice, the harder it becomes to break through. However, every time you break through a major obstacle and learn a new skill, your own level will rise sharply. After the twelfth level, the gap between each level will become larger and larger, and the absolute gap in strength also makes the possibility of skipping challenges smaller and smaller. After reaching the sixteenth level, there is no so-called standard for the improvement of each level. There are only a few of these powerful people on the continent. Everyone has different skill training, so it is meaningless to divide them into different levels. However, there are still some generally recognized standards. For example, when one reaches the highest level of fighting spirit cultivation, some common changes will occur, such as forming a field that can isolate the influence of gravity.
This is definitely different from the magician's flying technique. No matter what kind of warrior profession, if you have cultivated to this point, you can be crowned with a holy word.
Being able to lift into the air purely with fighting spirit is the hallmark of the Paladin. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)