As the thunder gradually dissipated, Edren's figure appeared in the desolate ruins. Strong winds blew by, raising dust and smoke, engulfing the two of them, and their vision fell into dimness.
Roger faced forward with a smile. The rough particles hit his face, bringing a slight rustling pain, and then the sharp sound of a sword was heard from the other side of the wind and sand.
The sound was high-pitched, like lightning splitting the clouds.
The sword stirred up a gust of wind and split the smoke and dust with one strike. In the blank space, Edren's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he flew over.
He was so fast that the ground crumbled under his footsteps, covered with fine cracks.
The metal vibrated against each other, making a harsh sound. The sword in Edlen's hand shattered, and the armor all over Roger's body also shattered.
Broken and scattered, with almost no time to breathe, the current swept along Edren's arm, and the new blade was forged between the hard intersections, like those angels, breaking through the spiral spikes in the palm of their hands.
Roger did not show weakness either. After blocking Edren's first attack, he made the same decision. Another long spike shaped like a spike sword was formed in his hand.
This is very much like the application of Power Medanzo, as the hardness of metal is not only iron armor, but also a steel sword.
The picture entered a slow delay, but the next moment it was as if the accelerator key was pressed. The movements of the two people were beyond visual observation. One could only see the sword light twisted into a crooked snake, crisscrossing and passing by. The smoke and wind were swept into the storm of the sword blade, and scattered sparks continued to burst out in it.
The metals resonated with each other, playing a symphony of blood and iron, until at a certain moment the strings broke and the blades shattered.
Roger leaned back and laughed, his hideous wound bursting on his chest. His beating heart could be vaguely seen in the blood. If Edren's sword had gone a little deeper, he would have been able to cut Roger in half.
As expected, Roger was still no match for Edlund. As a former head priest, he was much stronger than Roger.
Without waiting for Roger to fall, Edlund followed closely with a sword in hand, and the sharp sword light reached Roger's head in an instant.
A flash of hot light passed by.
In an instant, extremely high temperature exploded, and Edren's vision was covered by endless pure white. At the same time, his falling sword blade was burned red and evaporated, and his body was also burned and carbonized. A scorching hot wind blew, throwing Edren far away.
He was swept into the sky, with half of his body shattered in the sudden attack, but soon the pitch-black charcoal peeled off one by one like shedding skin, and new flesh and blood quickly proliferated. First, the bones broke through the body, and then strong fibers attached to the bones and reconstructed them.
Edren landed and cracked the ground again. Electric currents passed through him, and dense iron armor covered him. He swung his sharp double blades, like a falcon spreading its wings, and slashed towards the core of the fireworks.
The roar of swords rang out repeatedly, and the impact of the huge force collision caused a strong wind to splash, and even the fireworks swayed.
You can see that the rising flames have cleared out a blank circle, and with every collision, the circle will expand a little.
The blade in Roger's hand was covered with cracks. He had just blocked one attack when another blade soon arrived in front of him. The two swords rotated and cut, and Roger could not stop Edlen's attack at all.