Shaman from Afar

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"……farewell."

Ariel in a black robe raised the long sickle of the bone scythe, striking at him with a graceful pace like a dancer on the ice.

Cold hands and feet, rapid heartbeat, pupil spread ...

Although I don't know why, at this moment Loren did feel the fear, and indeed, the fear of death, so that his body was stiff and he didn't listen.

As if he was not in battle but was escorted on the altar, he was cut off his head as a sacrifice in the attention of many people, and then cut his chest with an axe, took out the one that was still alive and spurting plasma Heart, as a gift to God!

I do n’t know why, but I ... I ’m going to ... die?

Wait ... No, what must be done, even if the body can't move, at least the consciousness is sober, that is to say, he can still use the magic spell, think of it soon ... Peter Fasha was ... how to say ...

"... As you think, Loren, the night watch's curse may be the most special" wizard spell "in the world-the three cores are even designed for combat and follow simple , There are two practical principles. "

"The most obvious side effect and the strongest" transcendental perception "can greatly improve the ability of reaction and insight;"

"The most practical" force shock "-many night watchmen's combat methods, with a little practice can strike the enemy, the skilled man can even attach power to the weapon, Edward is best at this, and his sword can rely on this Pierce the strongest armor! "

"Then, it is one that many night watchers have never mastered, but it is equally practical ... because the name alone is hard to hear, plus the spiritual hall of most night watchmen can only engrave two high-level spells, plus only It will be effective when it is dying, so there are not many people who master it, it is called ... "

It's called ... what's coming ...

Ariel was already in her arms, and the cold bone sickle fell head-on!

"puff--!"

The blood spewed, and the chopped sickle almost completely cut the black-haired wizard in two, his body leaned back uncontrollably, and his blurred vision watched his plasma flying.

It must be painful ... Ariel staring back at the sickle stared sadly at the falling Loren, no matter how strong he was, such wounds and bleeding were enough to take his life.

He is still just a "human", his body is still a fragile flesh and blood, absolutely impossible ...

Ariel, who suddenly felt something, widened her dark eyes!

impossible!

The figure that fell in the pool of blood shook like a heavy hammer on the chest. The eyes that had not been defeated suddenly shrank back to focus, and then every muscle, every bone, every blood vessel ... …

The body is like a most sophisticated instrument. It has completed "debugging" at an unimaginable speed, started to re-run in the most perfect state, and is gradually re-controlled by consciousness.

The wound, as if it had never existed ... The incredible young girl, so wide-eyed, watched the dark-haired wizard rise from his pool of blood, kneel on the ground, panting heavily, raising his head with difficulty and She looked at:

"Sorry, I still have hands!"

Loren, breathless, gritted his teeth.

"I die now"-!

This should have been a means of deceiving and deceiving the enemy by fake death. It can indeed save lives on the verge of death, just to repair the erosion of the void caused by the fatal injury of the body, even the real wizard can never resist.

But for Loren Turin, this is one of the things he doesn't need to worry about the most!

Ariel ’s expression was so ugly that it even made the dark-haired wizard feel that the girl was staring at him with incredible eyes.

Like abrupt notes, extra footnotes-everything that was originally perfect and harmonious was broken at the moment he stood up again!

At this moment, the embarrassed Loren Turin smiled extremely brilliantly, and even his right hand holding "Bright Silver" was trembling, and he just just got up, and he was not even standing.

But I have seen through your means, dear Ellie ... No, Asriel, your abilities are just like your legend.

Blood sacrifice!

From the moment I saw the black eyes, even from the moment I stepped into the hall of this promenade, all that happened was a "blood ritual" prepared for myself:

The coming angel of death is to announce the beginning of the ceremony;

The voice whispering in the ear is a prayer before execution;

When the sickle is lifted up, he is a sacrifice dedicated to God—and the sacrifice should naturally be joyful and frightening. If there is no accident, the knife just now should have even cut out his own heart.

"Unfortunately ... the unsuccessful sacrifice cannot be sacrificed for the second time." Loren trembling in the corner of his mouth struggling to take the first step, trying to maintain the sneer on his face. "Silver" pointed to the "Asterel" in front of him.

The girl stared at him in silence, silently, the bone scythe in her hand had been raised again.

"In return, I will give you the second most heard sentence of my last life." The dark-haired wizard murmured softly, and once again a gray-blue pattern appeared on his cheeks, his eyes burning:

"The deceased will not die, and will come again!

Its momentum is even stronger! ! ! ! "

In the moment of roaring, the girl had once again waved the knife, and the ground cut by the sickle raised black smoke like a snake.

Loren chuckled lightly, and the tip of the "bright silver" once again glowed grayish blue.

He didn't mean to dodge at all, his left hand flicked his fingers.

"Fire of Turin"

"boom----!!!!"

Black and red are intertwined, bursting apart!

No, it is more accurate to say that at that moment, the fire of Turin was completely covered by black smoke, and there was no eruption of its due power-but this is not the key. The girl did not disappear this time, but chose to back away.

How can Loren miss this opportunity? !

The gray-blue residual image flew up like a falcon, and the perceived girl immediately swept with a sickle, the dark smoke spread like a fan, and the forced retreat attacker rolled away to avoid the thick smoke that slipped over his shoulder Still like a worm, he left a bite wound on his shoulder.

But he still didn't stop.

A forced retreat only allowed him to change the direction of the attack, looking for a close-up opportunity, and the gray-blue "sword blade" in his hand and the bone sickle cut each other!

Ariel closed her smile and looked at Loren with only regret and sorrow.

The moment he stood up again, this was no longer the battle she expected.

She finally understood why Mezka would lose to Loren ... Even if she could really defeat him, she could only stop it once, or even only delay his pace; when the blood ritual failed, she was already He lost the only chance to kill him.

As he himself said ...

If the deceased does not die, he will rise again, and his momentum will be even stronger!

Despicable Asriel, this is all you planned, right? Ariel sighed softly, and the scythe of the wheel dance leaped with her thin figure, wrapped in black smoke and fell like a waterfall.

The dark-haired wizard slipped backwards, swiftly avoiding the sickle falling from the sky. But the **** the ground did not pause, and dragged the sickle towards him like a ghost!

If you retreat, you will lose the opportunity to attack again; if you attack, the raised sickle will pierce yourself instantly.

The timing is only once, and he has no room for hesitation.

In a flash, the dark-haired wizard wielding a gray-blue sword blade rushed straight forward!

The sudden sprinting of Loren left only a residual image. The girl who had already noticed stopped, and the dragged bone scythe lay across the right side of the body, just waiting for the figure to step into its range.

Ariel's eyes were cold, with a deep attachment.

Dear Loren, you will lose anyway, no matter how many times, I can accompany you ...

The dark long sickle lifted an elegant arc from her ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The blade pointed at the dark-haired wizard who was about to step into the range, and after only one knife, he cut him across the waist.

"clang--!!!!"

Ariel's eyes widened!

At that moment, Loren did not wield his sword, but slammed the long handle of the sickle with the tip of the sword, almost rubbing the edge to escape the long sickle!

No, that's impossible. Even though the length of the bone scythe is still longer than the "bright silver", he was still injured, and the wound torn on the waist is the best evidence.

But Loren no longer cares-he has stepped into the "blind zone" of the skeleton sickle, and no matter how sharp the long sickle is within two feet, it is impossible to force himself back!

He lifted up the "bright silver" as if he had imitated the wandering knight Leonardo, just a little servant himself.

Raise the sword with both hands, lean over the head, and ...

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