Magic Tower Starry Sky

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Can the failure of a few people scare off a group of heaven's favored ones?

Of course not. There is a saying in my hometown: He who knows current affairs is a hero. The reason why it is so easy to become a "junjie" is not because most people don't cry when they see the coffin; even if they see the coffin, they don't think it will be themselves. That's how confident you are in life, and then you get slapped in the face.

Especially among the three, apart from the emperor's personal guards, the one in the big red robe seemed to be a rare beauty with red lips and white teeth. The magician in black looks like a bad guy. This is definitely not that the Templars are prejudiced, but that many people think that while selling favors to the emperor, it would be great to be able to reap the hearts of beauties.

Lin's fight with Azad just seemed so innocuous. Even if a few people died in the front, it seemed to be a coincidence and bad luck. Not stagnant, as if they have no strength at all, but they are fast, with more bells and whistles, but not enough power. This is the evaluation of the two people fighting in the eyes of outsiders. Without being in it, no one can understand the great terror in it.

Once they stepped into the battle circle with full confidence, it was too late to quit. They couldn't even warn the others, and all were left trying to survive, only to find that it was all in vain.

Entering the battle circle, they fully realized what it means to be involuntary. Under the guidance of one of them, their limbs will turn into weapons and attack the other. If it's just ordinary arm swings and kicks, then forget it. Sometimes with a light clap of the palms, one's own broken bones will pierce through the muscles and skin, and shoot to the other side.

The body is like this, and the weapons and armor on the body are even more unbearable. The god-given armor was like paper, cut into pieces by a sword, and then picked out by a blow, and attacked the person opposite. The same goes for weapons. All of them turned into fragments, filling the battle circle.

But this kind of offensive can only be regarded as a small trick in the eyes of the two opponents. It is not a big problem to resolve these broken bones or fragments, or swinging hands and feet with a flick of the sword tip. But how could Lin and Azad be so reckless? Going back wherever they came from is the most basic thing. Using these pieces to counterattack the opponent is their way of focusing.

All of a sudden, all kinds of broken arms and limbs flew around in the fighting circle, and fragments of weapons and equipment whirled like a wind. And as the two of them took turns attacking again and again, as a medium for fighting between them, the volume also became smaller and smaller between the alternate counterattacks.

In the end, the calm of the three dancing solo was restored in the battle circle. Those bits and pieces were all turned into ashes, and the original appearance did not exist at all.

When the people watching the battle stopped trying to join the battle, there were already a lot of Templars from various churches left on the streets of the Temple District. None remained intact, not even moaning, making one wonder whether they were dead or alive.

As for no one continuing to join, it may be that everyone has already recognized the strength of the people who fought, or it may be that those hot-headed and easy-going boys have all died, or fell to the ground. In short, when the street left a lot of red marks and people whose lives and deaths were unknown, no one came forward.

After this random mess, the offensive of Lin, Azad, and Yomel changed drastically again.

The fight, which was originally as fast as lightning, became extremely slow. Every action and every detail fell into the eyes of the onlookers. They clearly saw the position of the fingers, every wrinkle on the robe, and even the expressions of the three people. Except for the emperor's personal guards, he is still mysterious under the helmet.

Khan faced Insadu, the spine of the sword faced the face of the sword, and the two swords kept walking on each other, flowing like clouds and water, as if they were connected together. In the free hand, palm to palm, fist to fist, they touched each other firmly and slowly.

In this round of fighting, everyone could see that the magician in black robe had lost. In both of his confrontations, his pace retreated half a point more, and his retracted hand also retracted an inch more. It needs to be charged from a longer distance in order to hit a blow that should be evenly matched. But both times it was a disappointment.

The third time, palm to palm. The magician's palm is also light and flimsy, as if weak. In contrast, the beauty in the bright red robe, this palm came slowly, but it seemed to be carrying the force of wind and thunder, and it was blowing away.

With incomparable confidence, Azad's third slap is what he considers to be the masterpiece of his life, and maybe he will never be able to slap the same slap again in this life. There was a dark energy left in this palm, and it was a pity that he was able to catch the first two blows, but he couldn't take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and killed the magician in front of him in one fell swoop.

Because of the first two confrontations, his victory was not just a star in the eyes of outsiders. Instead, he put all his strength into the magician's arm. Seeing his even more unbearable confrontation with the second blow, Azad felt a sense of certainty and joy, waiting for the third fight.

However, when the two palms meet, it is not as one-sided as the previous two fights. The first bright energy hit the opponent's palm, and when the second dark energy was about to catch up, Lin shook his body as quickly as lightning. Stepping, twisting the waist, shaking the shoulders, and shaking the arms, a series of force pushes to the palm, but it hits Azad's second dark force a hundred times and ten times.

In astonishment, Azad's arm was thrown up high, and all his muscles, bones and skin were injured. On the arm hidden in the sleeve, every capillary oozes a little bit of blood. And the strength of this blow didn't just hit the arm. The shoulder was also shaken, shaking Azad's nerves, and he actually stagnated for a short time.

But before this fatal flaw, Lin hesitated. To take advantage of the situation to kill Azad, or to kill the emperor's personal guard according to the original goal, is this a good question?

It's a pity that Azad didn't give people much time to choose. The shaken arm clenched into a fist, and swung it down at a faster speed. Although the state of his arm has not yet fully recovered, even if it is in a complete state, he will not be able to face the magician's palm, but if he uses a weapon, he will not have so many worries.

The arm that swung down seemed to grab a weapon out of nothingness, a long knife with a strange shape, exuding a strange abyssal atmosphere. It only appeared for such a moment, and the defensive barriers of all the surrounding temples were touched!

It was a long knife made of Hell Orihar steel, not forged, but a weapon born from the corpse of a dead abyss lord. In other words, it is also a demon, the magic knife Forkas. At the same time, it is the metal material that Shaqie Insadu learned from the last scriptures, and it is also one of the trump cards of the devil prince.

At the moment when Khan was restrained by Insado, the magician in front of him could only use his divine weapon-level black robe to take this blow. Or even more simply, run away from far away, and leave the live prize of the emperor's personal guard as a living prize, and let him slaughter it.

Azad smiled triumphantly. Although the accident that happened just now made him have to use this demon knife. But it seems that it is not without gains. If this magician foolishly uses his body to hard-wire it, and an abyss lord-level demon chops off a half-finished magic robe that resides in a god, it would be wonderful.

But a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing broke Azad's delusion. The second Khan, the second Lin, set up their swords to block the magic knife Phorkas. The blade of the Shake Khan was mercilessly embedded in the blade of the magic knife. Without cutting himself off directly, the magic knife Forkas is enough to use all the weapons in a proud manner.

I haven't figured out how the second group of people appeared, whether it's true or not, and a gust of wind blows in the back of my head. Without any hesitation, Azad lowered his head, drew his sword, and kicked on the old Yomel beside him. In addition to kicking the stubborn old man away, he also used the momentum to retreat in another direction. At this time, Azad also saw clearly that the gust of wind behind his head was brought by the third Khan Lin brandishing the third box.

When the three...five people distanced themselves from each other, Azad stared at the three identical magicians standing together. The gap on the magic knife Phorkas is not fake, nor is the feeling that Insadu suppressed before. Although the sword didn't hit the back of the head, Azad didn't think the third Khan was a phantom. In other words, all three are real!

But this terrifying scene didn't last long, and the two extra magicians disappeared so abruptly. Just like their appearance, they are so unpredictable. Only Lin Guling was left alone, holding Khan Qieqie in his hand, watching the direction of Azad and Yomel vigilantly. Judging from his position, no matter who he attacks, he will inevitably face this devil prince.

However, Azad did not continue to attack anyone. He just stood there, swords crossed in front of him. He said with a displeased expression: "Next time someone calls you a magician, help me spit and drown him. That palm you just did not look like a move that a magician can use. My whole arm is still It's messy."

"Hehe~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As a killer move, although it is the first time to use it in actual combat, it has only achieved such a result. To be honest, Lin is very dissatisfied. So when facing Azad, he only smiled Twice, more because there was nothing to say. Instead, a pair of eyes glanced at the position of the emperor's personal guard, as if he was planning to launch an offensive again, and the demonstration had a strong meaning.

Of course, it is impossible for Azad not to notice someone's small movements, but he continued to say as if he was not interested: "A warrior's avatar will divide one's own strength into parts to create another almost physical body." Clone. The disadvantage is that as much strength as you give up, your own strength will drop. In addition to the phantom technique, the magician's so-called clone technique is more like having an extra mouth to chant spells, but it can only perform the planned actions. But This kind of avatar can't copy those special weapons and equipment. So, what's the matter with your avatar? As a teacher, do you plan to talk about it?"

Lin laughed and said, "Heh, how could I possibly tell you the secret of one person's three transformations. Besides, my avatar technique doesn't last long, so what are you worried about? Shouldn't we continue to fight?"

"You said you didn't tell the secret, and you told the short-term flaws, I believe you are a ghost. How did you come out, you can take it a few times; let alone how many people will come out like this Question. Don’t fight. Kill whoever you want, anyway, I can’t stop three of you. Come a few more, and I’ll run as soon as possible.” Azad pouted and said dissatisfied.