Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
But in the face of those rapid actions and stormy attacks, let alone magic such as Death Hymn that requires long preparation and concentration, even magic that takes more than ten seconds to chant will not have a chance to be used.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
This sword is dignified and upright.
As if he heard the witch's voice, the black swordsman's body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she looked back without an order, and then saw the spectacular Stonehenge and the witch there.
If her opponent was not the black swordsman, she might still have some hope of successfully using it.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
But in the face of those rapid actions and stormy attacks, let alone magic such as Death Hymn that requires long preparation and concentration, even magic that takes more than ten seconds to chant will not have a chance to be used.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
…
Everything changes rapidly, and every second you may be caught by the opponent, every second you need to calculate the action strategy for the next second. This is the pinnacle showdown between magicians and swordsmen, and there is no room for carelessness.
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
If Fali's enemy just now was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the Death Hymn.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
If she had not become a king, she would have to protect everything and sacrifice everything. But if it was just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
"What an interesting little guy, I will make that wish come true for you. However, I don't know how many years it will take. If, at that time, the world is not destroyed."
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
If her opponent was not the black swordsman, she might still have some hope of successfully using it.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
If she had not become a king, she would have to protect everything and sacrifice everything. But if it was just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.
Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what happens, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
That is not as simple as increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all aspects.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
Sorry, I couldn't protect you. Even if you use your life to atone for your sins, it's not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body fell into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand could no longer emit sacred light, she wanted to protect her most important person again.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
Sister, I like you.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
She has a face exactly like hers and a slightly frail girlish body. Even though she has become a witch, her figure there is still the same as before. Death did not make her beauty disappear. It was a kind of weak beauty, a fragile beauty that made people want to take good care of her and feel sorry for her.
Even during the Ancient Language Magic War, such strong men were few and far between. People who can survive countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into darkness, are absolutely terrifying and strong.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
"What's going on? It's getting stronger and stronger!" The black spot of death in front of Elmea rotated at high speed, blocking these three huge black sword energies.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
This sword is dignified and upright.
If Fali's enemy just now was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the Death Hymn.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
This sword is fair and upright.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
A ray of extremely condensed magic power turned into a fierce sword shadow that cut through the ground, shot straight through the sky, and struck in front of Elmea with the same power as the straight line of black lightning just now.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
This sword is fair and upright.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
If her opponent was not the black swordsman, she might still have some hope of successfully using it.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what happens, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
It was a cold and ruthless wind, a violent and murderous wind, a wind full of malice that could easily damage Elmea's magical body.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard that voice, the voice that came from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.
"Sister, I finally started to get serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in the battle tenderly.
It was a cold and ruthless wind, a violent and murderous wind, a wind full of malice that could easily damage Elmea's magical body.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard that voice, the voice that came from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
This sword is fair and upright.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
If she had not become a king, she would have to protect everything and sacrifice everything. But if it was just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
She would never calm down until she saw the big liar and smashed his head with the wand prepared! I believe Lala must also think so, if she returns to this world smoothly.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
"What an interesting little guy, I will make that wish come true for you. However, I don't know how many years it will take. If, at that time, the world is not destroyed."
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
Moreover, she clearly saw the look in the other person's eyes. Unlike the completely emotionless look just now, there was now extraordinary determination and fighting spirit in those beautiful golden eyes.
Will it be like that when hope turns to despair, when the belief in victory turns to the madness of fighting? Elmea, who probably knew something about the prototype of the dark magic sword from Fali, adjusted her magic power fluctuations, repaired her unstable body, and her eyes became more solemn.
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This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
"Sister, I finally started to get serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in the battle tenderly.
In the blazing flames, death comes, the fear of darkness and the uneasiness of the unknown are the beginning of all tragedies.
…
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
The king has disappeared, and his body has completely turned into darkness. Here, she is a fragment of the king's wish, the embodiment of darkness and despair, a guardian who only needs to fight in response to her sister's willful demands.
If she had not become a king, she would have to protect everything and sacrifice everything. But if it was just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what happens, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
"What's going on? It's getting stronger and stronger!" The black spot of death in front of Elmea rotated at high speed, blocking these three huge black sword energies.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
Everything changes rapidly, and every second you may be caught by the opponent, every second you need to calculate the action strategy for the next second. This is the pinnacle showdown between magicians and swordsmen, and there is no room for carelessness.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
This sword is fair and upright.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
Sister, I like you.
But in the face of those rapid actions and stormy attacks, let alone magic such as Death Hymn that requires long preparation and concentration, even magic that takes more than ten seconds to chant will not have a chance to be used.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
As if he heard the witch's voice, the black swordsman's body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she looked back without an order, and then saw the spectacular Stonehenge and the witch there.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
However, the country and people may not necessarily protect the king. They betrayed the king, causing an irreversible tragedy.
She has a face exactly like hers and a slightly frail girlish body. Even though she has become a witch, her figure there is still the same as before. Death did not make her beauty disappear. It was a kind of weak beauty, a fragile beauty that made people want to take good care of her and feel sorry for her.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
That is not as simple as increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all aspects.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
This sword is fair and upright.
While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard that voice, the voice that came from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.
"Sister, I finally started to get serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in the battle tenderly.
However, the country and people may not necessarily protect the king. They betrayed the king, causing an irreversible tragedy.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
Sister, I like you.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
This sword is dignified and upright.
In the blazing flames, death comes, the fear of darkness and the uneasiness of the unknown are the beginning of all tragedies.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
In the blazing flames, death comes, the fear of darkness and the uneasiness of the unknown are the beginning of all tragedies.
Sorry, I couldn't protect you. Even if you use your life to atone for your sins, it's not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body fell into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand could no longer emit sacred light, she wanted to protect her most important person again.
Wang fought desperately for the country. Even though he was scarred and exhausted, Wang still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king. In the end, only the legion of twelve knights still guarded the king and walked with her to the battlefield of no return.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
She would never calm down until she saw the big liar and smashed his head with the wand prepared! I believe Lala must also think so, if she returns to this world smoothly.
This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
Sister, I like you.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
She has a face exactly like hers and a slightly frail girlish body. Even though she has become a witch, her figure there is still the same as before. Death did not make her beauty disappear. It was a kind of weak beauty, a fragile beauty that made people want to take good care of her and feel sorry for her.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
If Fali's enemy just now was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the Death Hymn.
In the blazing flames, death comes, the fear of darkness and the uneasiness of the unknown are the beginning of all tragedies.
However, the country and people may not necessarily protect the king. They betrayed the king, causing an irreversible tragedy.
"What's going on? It's getting stronger and stronger!" The black spot of death in front of Elmea rotated at high speed, blocking these three huge black sword energies.
That is not as simple as increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all aspects.
Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, and not even the intact body was left behind.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
Sister, I like you.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
If she had not become a king, she would have to protect everything and sacrifice everything. But if it was just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.
Five minutes... Elmea roughly saw her current limit. This high-intensity magic battle is too heavy a burden on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it may cause irreparable damage to her fragile body.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
As if he heard the witch's voice, the black swordsman's body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she looked back without an order, and then saw the spectacular Stonehenge and the witch there.
Even during the Ancient Language Magic War, such strong men were few and far between. People who can survive countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into darkness, are absolutely terrifying and strong.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
It was a cold and ruthless wind, a violent and murderous wind, a wind full of malice that could easily damage Elmea's magical body.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
It actually has this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although I have long known that the dark magic sword has extraordinary power, it actually directly breaks through my own magic defense and hurts my body. This was not possible in the ancient magic era. Very rare condition.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
This sword is fair and upright.
Sorry, I couldn't protect you. Even if you use your life to atone for your sins, it's not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body fell into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand could no longer emit sacred light, she wanted to protect her most important person again.
She has a face exactly like hers and a slightly frail girlish body. Even though she has become a witch, her figure there is still the same as before. Death did not make her beauty disappear. It was a kind of weak beauty, a fragile beauty that made people want to take good care of her and feel sorry for her.
Even during the Ancient Language Magic War, such strong men were few and far between. People who can survive countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into darkness, are absolutely terrifying and strong.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
She has a face exactly like hers and a slightly frail girlish body. Even though she has become a witch, her figure there is still the same as before. Death did not make her beauty disappear. It was a kind of weak beauty, a fragile beauty that made people want to take good care of her and feel sorry for her.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
"What an interesting little guy, I will make that wish come true for you. However, I don't know how many years it will take. If, at that time, the world is not destroyed."
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
…
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
If Fali's enemy just now was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the Death Hymn.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard that voice, the voice that came from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
"Sister, I finally started to get serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in the battle tenderly.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
She would never calm down until she saw the big liar and smashed his head with the wand prepared! I believe Lala must also think so, if she returns to this world smoothly.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
But in the face of those rapid actions and stormy attacks, let alone magic such as Death Hymn that requires long preparation and concentration, even magic that takes more than ten seconds to chant will not have a chance to be used.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
If her opponent was not the black swordsman, she might still have some hope of successfully using it.
Now, she only had to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her current form, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.
You are so beautiful and dazzling when you are fighting. Being able to fight with you like this, my dream has finally come true.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
As if he heard the witch's voice, the black swordsman's body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she looked back without an order, and then saw the spectacular Stonehenge and the witch there.
The king has disappeared, and his body has completely turned into darkness. Here, she is a fragment of the king's wish, the embodiment of darkness and despair, a guardian who only needs to fight in response to her sister's willful demands.
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.
Now, she only had to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her current form, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
This sword is dignified and upright.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard that voice, the voice that came from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.
Now, she only had to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her current form, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
A ray of extremely condensed magic power turned into a fierce sword shadow that cut through the ground, shot straight through the sky, and struck in front of Elmea with the same power as the straight line of black lightning just now.
However, the country and people may not necessarily protect the king. They betrayed the king, causing an irreversible tragedy.
It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she failed to protect her sister, her only most important relative.
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
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The most powerful attack magic sequence is activated!
A ray of extremely condensed magic power turned into a fierce sword shadow that cut through the ground, shot straight through the sky, and struck in front of Elmea with the same power as the straight line of black lightning just now.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
Sister, I like you.
They will not hesitate or look back. Once they choose their own path, they will never look back. Even if you choose a wrong path that is doomed to tragedy.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
"What's going on? It's getting stronger and stronger!" The black spot of death in front of Elmea rotated at high speed, blocking these three huge black sword energies.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three overwhelming waves of Half-Moon Sword Qi roared and tore the earth side by side, slashing at Elmea who was opening her defense wall again. Easily cut through the wall of the strongest magic.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
From now on, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.
But in the face of those rapid actions and stormy attacks, let alone magic such as Death Hymn that requires long preparation and concentration, even magic that takes more than ten seconds to chant will not have a chance to be used.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
That is not as simple as increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all aspects.
A king should protect his country, even if he sacrifices his own life.
"Sister, I finally started to get serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in the battle tenderly.
If Fali's enemy just now was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the Death Hymn.
They will not hesitate or look back. Once they choose their own path, they will never look back. Even if you choose a wrong path that is doomed to tragedy.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
Sorry, I couldn't protect you. Even if you use your life to atone for your sins, it's not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body fell into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand could no longer emit sacred light, she wanted to protect her most important person again.
She has as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several high-level black magics that can completely destroy this inherent barrier at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of magic power and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali used just now.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
That is the flavor that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields. It is a trait that can only be possessed by people who have been on the verge of death countless times in battle. The person in front of her was not a puppet or a phantom created by magic, but a real warrior of darkness, a strong man who had fallen to the dark side.
As if he heard the witch's voice, the black swordsman's body trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she looked back without an order, and then saw the spectacular Stonehenge and the witch there.
However, that is not the absolute truth. At that most dazzling moment, when the power of the Golden Holy Sword reached its strongest; in the last time that Wang was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not come true.
This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.
Even during the Ancient Language Magic War, such strong men were few and far between. People who can survive countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into darkness, are absolutely terrifying and strong.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
Elmea felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.
Moreover, she clearly saw the look in the other person's eyes. Unlike the completely emotionless look just now, there was now extraordinary determination and fighting spirit in those beautiful golden eyes.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
Even during the Ancient Language Magic War, such strong men were few and far between. People who can survive countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into darkness, are absolutely terrifying and strong.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what happens, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
Moreover, she clearly saw the look in the other person's eyes. Unlike the completely emotionless look just now, there was now extraordinary determination and fighting spirit in those beautiful golden eyes.
That is not as simple as increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all aspects.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
The king has disappeared, and his body has completely turned into darkness. Here, she is a fragment of the king's wish, the embodiment of darkness and despair, a guardian who only needs to fight in response to her sister's willful demands.
Moreover, she clearly saw the look in the other person's eyes. Unlike the completely emotionless look just now, there was now extraordinary determination and fighting spirit in those beautiful golden eyes.
Sorry, I couldn't protect you. Even if you use your life to atone for your sins, it's not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body fell into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand could no longer emit sacred light, she wanted to protect her most important person again.
The king did not leave that battlefield. She remained the most outstanding king until the end, burying all the sadness and despair in her heart. She raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, letting the sky be illuminated by the sacred light.
"Repair." A chaotic dark light flashed across the black swordsman's body. The damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also regained its ability to move freely. The light of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look cold and sacred.
Now, she only had to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her current form, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.
That is the look in the eyes of people with great faith. People with such eyes will be absolutely strong regardless of whether they choose light or darkness.
The most powerful attack magic sequence is activated!
"What an interesting little guy, I will make that wish come true for you. However, I don't know how many years it will take. If, at that time, the world is not destroyed."
However, this time, the black spot of death containing forbidden spell level magic power could not completely block the terrifying sword wind, and the remaining sword wind blew through her body.
If her opponent was not the black swordsman, she might still have some hope of successfully using it.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
They will not hesitate or look back. Once they choose their own path, they will never look back. Even if you choose a wrong path that is doomed to tragedy.
Now, she only had to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her current form, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.
This sword is like flash, like thunder and lightning, like storm wind, like the strong wind blowing from the infinite clear sky.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
If, at that moment, she could protect her beloved sister, such a tragedy would never have happened.
Whether it's the sense of oppression, momentum, or the cold murderous aura, it's all directly improved by more than one level. If her sword just now had a hint of stiff puppet aura, now that sword has taken on a life of its own and exudes the smell of real death.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
She would never calm down until she saw the big liar and smashed his head with the wand prepared! I believe Lala must also think so, if she returns to this world smoothly.
Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword emitted a bright light.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
"Concentrate!" Elmea manipulated the black spot of death and hit the sword shadow accurately again.
That awe-inspiring figure and the indestructible sword shadow, no matter how many years or how much time has passed, will always be a beautiful scenery that will never fade in her heart.
It was a cold and ruthless wind, a violent and murderous wind, a wind full of malice that could easily damage Elmea's magical body.
Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what happens, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.
The most powerful attack magic sequence is activated!
The memories of the past have become history. She doesn't need to fight for anyone else. As a shadow, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
Now, her wish has come true. Even in this dark and terrifying posture, she returned to the person she needed to protect. Fighting for her using the magic sword that will no longer emit divine light.
This time, the strongest magic sequence must be used.
A flash! The black cloud created by Elmea's black magic just now was completely evaporated.
"Three minutes." Elmea grabbed the black spot of death that had been hit by continuous attacks until it was floating. There was no time. Although the opponent was stronger than expected, she would not give in just like that.
A flash! The color of heaven and earth changes.