Gudong!
After landing, Sister Fried took out a rather peculiar bottle. Inside was a slightly glowing pale golden liquid that seemed to be very hot, but she picked up the bottle and took a sip.
The next second.
Sister Friede's injuries began to recover rapidly. The electric shock scars on her body caused by psychic lightning quickly disappeared. In less than a second, Sister Friede had fully recovered. . She stared at Su Ziyu not far away with an extremely solemn expression. She held a huge sickle tightly with one hand, and took out a small sickle that emitted a faint white cold light out of thin air with the other hand. She switched from a two-handed weapon to a Dual-wielding weapons, he murmured: "The power of thunder?"
"Are you a god?!"
Among the aborigines of this world, only the gods can master the power of thunder. Others must use the power of miracles to use it. The so-called miracles are stories that record the past history of the gods, but it is difficult to find now because this history has been lost to time. Most of them are buried.
Before Sun King Gwen turned into King Xin, he gave part of the power in his soul to his subordinates.
Basically, all the existences that control the power of thunder and lightning originate from here. The psychic lightning cast by Su Ziyu is obviously not a magic called miracle, so Sister Fried immediately suspected that he had the blood of the gods.
"I am not a god, just a traveler passing by."
Su Ziyu looked at the bottle with a light golden light in the other person's hand very curiously. His expression seemed like he wanted to take a sip, but he knew that he was not an immortal, and he might not be able to digest this thing if he drank it. Was poisoned.
But that's okay.
Su Ziyu didn't have any means of recovery. He took out the demon gourd, opened it and took a sip of fairy brew. The frostbite that spread on his hands quickly recovered.
The ice power controlled by this nun is very powerful, and the biting cold seems to continue to accumulate in the body.
Just like cold poison, if it accumulates to a certain level, it may burst out suddenly.
But it’s okay, good wine will keep the chill away.
"Wine?" Sister Friede's expression was a little surprised. She sniffed it with her small nose and said to herself: "Is it real wine? Or is it an elemental bottle that smells like wine? It smells delicious!..."
The brief thought did not interfere with Sister Fried's next move. As a firewood that had burned in the initial fire, she was most likely a powerful firewood king in the past. The opening of the Fire Passing Ceremony awakened such embers in her. Although she was still unable to exert her peak strength, Sister Fried was still capable of fighting the unknown King of Fire in front of her, although the final victory or defeat was her own. It’s also unpredictable.
But that’s what Embers are for, isn’t it
Even if they know they will die, they still continue to fight, because this is the meaning of their birth, and as embers, they themselves also long for flames.
The opponent's body has the brilliance of the king's soul.
Even looking at him, I felt a hint of warmth, and there was an urgent desire deep in my heart to possess it.
The Curse of the Dark Circle hungers for this power.
The cold wind howled.
The figure of Sister Fried disappeared again. After entering the dual-wielding state, she showed even more amazing speed. She appeared on the left side of Su Ziyu almost instantly. The huge sickle broke through the air, and accompanied by As the biting cold hit, the small sickle on his left hand that emitted a faint white light showed traces of ice. While freezing the ground, it was also eroding Su Ziyu's body.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The enemy's speed is too fast.
Su Ziyu was a little unable to lock and track. This was the real ghost-like speed. The passing shadows completely exceeded the limits of human beings. If his perception was not strong enough, he might not be able to keep up with the opponent's moves.
Fortunately, Su Ziyu's White Crow Swordsmanship has been enhanced to the full level.
He controlled the meteor sword with the help of his mind, and at the same time used the electromagnetic transformation ability that he had just mastered, using the power of the magnetic field to interfere with the opponent's moves, which slightly reduced the frequency of her attacks. However, the weapon in the opponent's hand is quite strange, with a magical power and a special soul power attached to it. Magnetic interference is not that effective, and it is even less possible to completely restrict the opponent's weapon.
The weapons in this world are weird.
Although it is obviously made of metal, Su Ziyu can feel the power of the soul even in the flange sword. The aborigines seem to like to inject the power of the soul into it.
Three extremely sharp slashes fell, and Sister Friede's strong figure flashed past.
Although he successfully parried the opponent's attack, Su Ziyu also felt a huge force coming from him. The opponent's strength was not weaker than that of the giant. Even after blocking, he was slightly injured, and the icy chill continued to spread.
Su Ziyu's hand holding the meteor sword trembled slightly. He frowned and glanced at the meteor sword, and could see three clear cracks on it.
The weapons were suppressed.
Sister Freed's scythe was obviously beyond the endurance of the meteor sword, and this was the first time it showed obvious signs of damage.
— "Static Electric Field [Aura]!"
A trace of electric light appeared on the surface of Su Ziyu's body.
The enemy's strength exceeded his estimate. It would be difficult to defeat her with swordsmanship alone. This nun didn't know how many battles she had experienced. Both her combat awareness and combat experience were much higher than Su Ziyu's. She The distance between the two sides is carefully controlled, and any moves can be predicted in advance, as if he has an understanding of all swordsmanship.
This is a foundation that can only be accumulated through thousands of battles in the past.
"Are you finally serious about it?" Sister Fried's figure fell from the sky and stopped a hundred meters away.
Her expression was still calm, but finally there was a slight change in emotion. She seemed to be a little excited, and she murmured: "Let me see the power of the gods!"
A slight chill spreads.
A thin layer of white frost appeared on the ground, and she stepped on the ice with her naked feet. It seemed to have no effect. On the contrary, she moved faster.
— "Lightning strike!"
Rumble.
A golden bolt of lightning fell from the sky.
Su Ziyu's figure was completely enveloped by traces of jumping electric current, and his pupils exuded a golden glimmer. This was a phenomenon that had never happened before. It seemed that in this world, his psychic lightning was obtained. some unknown properties.
This is the assimilation of plane laws.
Sister Fried's eyes narrowed in an instant. The moment Su Ziyu stretched out her hand to greet Thunder, she had already started to move, but no matter how fast she was, she could not be faster than Lightning, although she was not He was hit directly, but he still couldn't escape the range of the lightning strike. A trace of electric current appeared on the surface of her body, and Sister Fried let out a painful groan. She almost picked up the strange element bottle against the electric light and took a sip, and then continued to move at high speed. Su Ziyu was completely unable to determine her specific location.
A cold light suddenly appeared above Su Ziyu's head.
Sister Fried's figure was revealed, and the huge scythe slashed at Su Ziyu's head. The psychic protective force field was completely shattered almost at the touch, unable to block the opponent's attack at all.
— "Flash!"
Su Ziyu's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared fifteen meters away.
At this time, dense electric arcs were jumping between his hands. He suddenly raised his hand and waved, and a crackling electric grid spread rapidly. While colliding with the electrostatic field, ripples of electric current spread out.
Sister Fried's figure was shaken in place, but then disappeared in the flying snow.
on the right.
Su Ziyu gathered lightning with both palms and pressed it directly to the ground. In an instant, the entire electrostatic field was filled with bursts of tiny currents. His purpose was not to rely on this attack to defeat the opponent, but to kill the invisible Sister Fried. Force it out.
A silhouette emerged.
Su Ziyu's palm gathered a lightning beam and struck directly towards him. The opponent's body couldn't help but tremble, and his movement speed was reduced by more than half in an instant.
The frost is constantly eroding the body.
Su Ziyu spread psychic lightning all over his body, locking his senses on the nun not far away, and shot out streaks of lightning, not giving the other party any chance to get close.
drink!
With a clear shout, Sister Fried stopped moving, turned around and held the scythe with both hands. The moment she raised it, streaks of ice appeared on the ground in front of her. The sharp ice spikes gradually spread, and the howling cold wind It was like a blizzard enveloped Su Ziyu.
"it's useless!"
Su Ziyu appeared twenty meters away in a flash. A strange weapon appeared in his hand. He raised it with both hands and aimed at Fuli who was seriously injured in the distance and could no longer move at high speed. Sister De.
The elemental bottle in Sister Friede's hand had been exhausted, and her injuries increased rapidly due to her resistance to psychic lightning.
As the magic power in her body gradually depleted, and the last counterattack failed to severely injure the opponent, Sister Fried seemed to have anticipated her failure. There was a hint of unwillingness on her expression, and she murmured: "It's a pity... I have lost it." With the power of fire..."
"If there was a residual fire, maybe it wouldn't be defeated so quickly..."
boom!
Su Ziyu gently pulled the trigger, and as a red beam of light flashed across, Sister Fried's body suddenly trembled in the distance. She lowered her head and looked at her chest strangely, where she suddenly appeared. There was a blurry blood hole, and in the splashing blood, her chest was completely shot through.
"King Xin... Haha..." Sister Fried smiled mockingly, and her petite figure slowly fell down.
Finally won.
Su Ziyu sighed and put away the Gauss sniper rifle. The enemy's strength was a bit beyond estimation. If his psychic lightning hadn't restrained the opponent and could use a range of lightning shock, it would have been much more difficult to win than it was now. .
This was an ember who was proficient in assassination, but she chose to fight Su Ziyu head-on.
If she wants to run away, Su Ziyu may not be able to keep her.
A light blue soul appeared on Sister Fried's body.
"well."
"What the hell is this! I turned into a salary king for no reason!..."
"A bunch of undead people want to kill me!..."
Su Ziyu walked over slowly, reached out and picked up the soul that Sister Fried dropped, and then glanced at the other party's face. Only then did he really see Sister Friede's face clearly. She had a beautiful and delicate face, and she looked like a beautiful girl. Even when death came to her, her expression was unexpectedly calm and soft, and her eyes were relaxed. Her pupils were staring at the sky, and the small scar on the right side of her face could be seen from the drooped hood.
It looked like a scar left by flames.
Extending from the corner of his eye to the side of his ear, Su Ziyu could even see faint sparks on the surface of the scar.
"Was she burned too?"
Su Ziyu sighed softly and reached out to touch Sister Fried's eyes. It is said that some of the fireless embers are the firewood of the first fire, and some are the fuel kings of the past. This Fried in front of her The nun is most likely the most over-the-top salary king in history.
—“A large mass of mixed souls (can be refined): after refining, 500 energy points will be obtained.”
This is firewood.
The undead can absorb the power of souls into their bodies, and the souls of those they kill are firewood. However, relying solely on the power of firewood is not enough to spread fire. What is most needed for the continuation of the Age of Fire is King Xin is Chaixin who uniquely possesses the power of King Soul.
The Deep Saint-Eldridge.
Because this monster ate too many people, its soul changed from quantity to quality. Only then did it obtain the king's soul and become qualified to transmit fire.
"There is a high probability that the so-called king soul is divine!..."
Su Ziyu watched Sister Fried in front of him gradually dissipate into dust. He reached out to touch the strange pair of sickles, but found that they also dissipated and decomposed together.
This is a bit different from the situation encountered before.
After Hawkwood from Farland was killed, the Farlan sword remained, but this time Sister Freed's weapon disappeared together.
How is this going
Is this weapon one with her soul
Why did it turn into dust
Su Ziyu was not upset because he lost a trophy. He was thinking more about the salary kings in this world. If the so-called king soul is really divine, then he can also harvest those salary kings if he kills them. Divinity
Where are the other salary kings
Su Ziyu scratched his head. If he had known better, he would have talked to Sister Fried for a while, and maybe he could have gotten some useful information.
well.
Now I can only continue wandering around aimlessly.
Su Ziyu casually picked up the metal javelin, threw it in a random direction, and relied on his spiritual energy to fly at low altitude and glide over bit by bit.
But life is full of surprises.
Just as Su Ziyu's figure passed through the air, he suddenly saw a strange bonfire at the foot of a hidden mountain. Then he saw Sister Fried again. She seemed to be sitting weakly. In front of the bonfire, he stared at the bonfire in front of him with a slightly confused expression, and the two sickles were placed beside him.
She seemed to be in a daze by the campfire!
Su Ziyu accidentally blocked the opponent's resurrection point. As an ember in the undead, Sister Fried was resurrected in this bonfire.
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(End of chapter)