Yes, dangerous.

As soon as the words fell, the smile on his face had not yet fully subsided, and his figure slowly dissipated in a breeze like the flower moon in the water mirror—almost at the same time, the elven archmage's chest exploded, and then a rainbow light pierced through the dark sky.

It was a split second that Linenex's figure appeared behind her. But there was not the slightest smile on his face that annihilated the enemy, on the contrary, the brow under the hood furrowed slightly—in the next instant, the space centered on him completely collapsed, and before he could react, the invisible blade cut him off.

However, not a single drop of blood was shed, like a puff of mist and dust, and the broken body floated in the wind.

It's a phantom.

The real body appeared on the other side of the sky with a little embarrassment, but at this moment his face was not only not panicked, but was filled with a heartfelt smile - "I got you" he said, some kind of black fluid splashed out of his palm, and then he made a virtual grip motion, as if he had some kind of spirituality, and they condensed into an inky scythe that was darker than the night in an instant.

- Slash down.

Slash into the Void.

With the scythe fell, the void shattered, and the figure of the elven archmage fell from the gap leading to the unknown void, and without even struggling, it was easily slashed by the giant scythe - the skull sprayed black blood like ink, and the ominous darkness spread along the wound to the torso, and in an instant, the whole person melted into a puddle of ink, leaving nothing.

However, he would not be naïve enough to think that this battle would end so easily...... The archmage who stood in the legendary realm was not negligent because of this, he keenly noticed that in the void that should have been empty, there was a corner of the clothes that disappeared with the wind - there was no doubt that the round of blows just now did not cause substantial damage to the other party, and the dissolved elven archmage who was killed was just a stand-in, an insignificant stand-in.

So......

At such a thought, the ring of flames exploded, and the light and heat engulfed everything.

"The reaction was pretty fast." The elven archmage who appeared above him at some point looked at the scattered flames and dust, shook his head with some regret, and then extended down from his eyebrows, and a light slowly penetrated out, and finally the whole person was completely cracked and swallowed by the light.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Linex's figure appeared behind her, and his gaze did not linger on the figure that had been swallowed by the light, but stared into the distant void, "But I don't want to stand still honestly and be easily killed by you." ”

His gaze shifted slightly, turning to the side.

Before the flames could add to him, his afterimage slowly dissipated, leaving only the aftermath annihilated in the thunder.

"The laws of this half-plane are no longer able to hinder me...... This battle has just begun. ”

The elven archmage caught his last words, but his expression did not fluctuate much, he just glanced silently into the distance, and then his figure disappeared again, suddenly appeared under a canopy on the left, stretched out his hand, and slowly opened his palm—with the opening of his palm, a circle of ripples that almost merged with the night spread—when the palm was exposed, the space opposite the palm was like a mirror.

"Be in awe of the elderly." Expressionless, she looked in the other direction, "Young man." ”

"I'm sorry," Reynkers slowly stepped out of the dark crack as the space was torn apart under the gaze of the elven archmage, "but I'm having a hard time connecting you to the elders, ma'am. ”

"I'll just treat you as a compliment," Moya narrowed his eyes, not paying the slightest attention to the intruder's prickly words, revealing a helpful expression, "Human. ”

"Humans?" Linekers' expression was a little strange, and his expression showed a clear sense of struggle, but finally gloomed, and he said in an almost sigh-like tone, "That's right......

"Right?" Voices of skepticism.

Linex didn't answer the elven archmage's question, but just pulled his hood, hid his face in the shadows again, and said coldly and stiffly: "Take out your killer weapon, otherwise there is no point in continuing, and with what you have revealed so far, you will never be able to catch me." ”

"Perhaps," Moya replied noncommittally, with an incomprehensible smile on his face, "but I still want to weigh it up." ”

"Then you have to be mentally prepared," Reinsmann said in a flat tone, "be prepared for nothing." ”

"There's no need." A categorical denial.

Then in the next moment, the battle between the two began, and the figures of the two men under the sky flickered and staggered, almost in no particular order, and dozens of fiery rays scattered in all directions—but in the blink of an eye, the scorched earth was plowed from beginning to end by countless powerful spells at a glance.

The archmage has the fighting style of the archmage, and the legendary mage also has the style of the legendary mage, but the two who fight here are very subtle in the realm above the archmage and below the legend. They don't need to worry about being reversed by the other party's uncommon sense spells because of their own negligence, and they can't lock the space as easily as the legendary mage, and the spells they cast don't have the effect of the legendary mage traveling through space to track the enemy.

Therefore, the mages who stand in this realm also have their own methods of fighting.

That's fast, almost as fast as the boundaries of time and space allow, the frequency of fighting with each other may be less than a moment, every moment there are several phantom bodies pierced by deadly spells, both sides don't even have time to blink, they must always maintain an extreme sensitivity to time and space, analyzing the road signs left by the other party when tearing the space, and deducing the position that the other party may be in the next time they appear - in other words, in such a battle, who has a stronger sense of wit, who has a more subtle grasp of time and space, Whoever is more likely to emerge victorious.

As for who has the upper hand now, not to mention that there are no bystanders, even if there is, it is difficult to adapt to the speed of the battle between the two sides that reach the boundary of time and space, let alone determine who has a greater probability of winning the fruit - the battle of the strong who reaches the legendary realm, the victory or defeat is often in an instant, before that, who attacks and defends, who advances and who retreats is meaningless, you must know that the depth of the battle at this level, the depth they can use, the opportunity they can seize, is theoretically infinite.

Of course, infinity is only a theoretical possibility, in fact, a mage's energy is limited, and such a high-intensity battle cannot be sustained for too long even by a strong person who has already taken a step at the end of the mortal path - the tense nerves for a long time will inevitably cause the concentration to decrease, and once the attention is scattered, then ...... What represents is naturally the deepening of the death crisis, and it may even be at the moment when the spirit diverges, the other party seizes the opportunity and kills it in one fell swoop.

This is something that is very obvious, and every mage who has come this far has a clear understanding. Unless it is absolutely possible, no one will continue to fight when their spirits are gradually declining. But for now, Reinsmann does not have the right to choose a way out, even if his current situation is not good - when he did not adapt to the rules of this half-plane at the beginning, he spent too much effort to interpret it, which made him inherently in a disadvantageous position in this protracted battle, and his attention was involuntarily diverged one step ahead of the elven archmage.

It may be possible to hold on for a while, but once the time drags on......

He suddenly had a headache - there was time to think about this, which was also one of the proofs of his poor mental state - in contrast, the momentum of the opponent's attack has been fierce, and there is no sign of decline.

I really can't figure it out, how can he be forced to this point even though he was only able to enter this field with the help of the blessing of the Mystery Lock......

A series of ferocious blows, several times with deadly spells, let him know that if he didn't get out of this battle, what awaited him would definitely be a ferocious fate.

It's just that......

The preparation is not yet complete...... The Elven Archmage's attack was so fierce that he simply didn't have the time and energy to complete his set-up—albeit just a little short, he simply couldn't spare his hands to make the final preparations, and if he dared to do so, it was inevitable that he would be sliced to pieces by the crumbling plane.

But...... No other way.

You have to give it a go.

He thought about it, made a decision.

However, what he didn't expect was that the elven archmage, who had always held the initiative, actually took the initiative to give up the pursuit at this time, and the figure appeared not far away, did not speak, just watched him silently, watching him slowly walk out of the gap in the space and stand still.

"That's it." She said this, with a subtle sense of exhaustion and pleasure after relaxation in her words and demeanor, and even a little unguarded innocence, "Really...... It's been a long, long time since I've had as much fun as I have today, and I haven't done anything with someone of the same level for so many years, and I'm still slacking off a lot in many aspects......"

Reinsmann didn't reply, he instinctively had a sense of crisis - this woman, when she said this, became quite dangerous, far more dangerous than when she fought before.

"I really want to thank you for appearing, otherwise when I return to the country, I am afraid that it will be more or less difficult to face the siege of the strong people in the church who are on the side of God." Mo Ya's voice was flat, and he didn't seem to care about these at all, "So, in return, let's let you see where my confidence lies." ”

As her voice fell, in Reinsmann's eyes, it suddenly ...... Heaven and earth are overturned!

PS: Try Your Best Chapter Three, Chapter One.