Dazzling golden light bloomed from the crystallized hands, and the fists swung up were like the trampling of giant beasts, smashing the ground into large holes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The smoke and dust were filled with dust, and it was blown away by a strong wind, and the middle of the cracked crater was empty again, and this was the seventh time.

Even if you have the strength of the unequaled, it is futile if you can't touch the opponent, it's just a waste of physical strength.

"The strongest warrior of the Golden Sect is just a waste of fame." The dark shadow moved among the flying sawdust and clods of dirt, calmly responding to the stormy onslaught, spitting bitter sarcasm.

He jumped onto a tall whisker and looked down at his opponent below.

As if fed up with Trem's sarcasm, the White Mystery slowed down, stopped on the devastated ground, and lowered his golden fists.

"Level 2 magic, Light Moon!" Rich light elements converged in front of him, shooting out suddenly, and the torn light marks showed the magic of condensation.

Knowing the difficulty of hand-to-hand combat, he decisively changed his fighting style.

Level 2 magic, Holy Light Bullet. Almost at the moment when he cast the light moon, he released this magic again, and the strength of the powerful divine officer was vividly displayed.

The light bullets that roared in mid-air were frantically projected like machine guns, and they vibrated into tiny circles of air visible to the naked eye, completely enveloping Trem's surroundings.

"That's stupid, White Officer!"

The arrogant laughter was drowned out by the roar of the explosion, and the roots of the trees around him were blown to pieces, but a sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

The blue fluctuations emanated from the "Soul Suppression", and the light magic that was touched dissipated one after another, whether it was the light bullet that had been bombarded on the magic shield, or the light bullet that was still galloping, it was all swallowed up by the evil blue light.

"That's, quasi-artifact?!"

Realizing that he was caught in the preparation of his opponent, the shocked White Mystery Officer tried to wield his magic power to stabilize his magic shield.

But after releasing the magic in succession, he fell into a stiff dilemma, and this was the moment that Trem had been waiting for.

"Level 2 magic, Hammer of Darkness." As soon as the words fell, the pitch-black magic power suddenly condensed, turned into a giant hammer, and attacked the other party.

"Arranged!" The crystallized golden hands were freed again, and he stopped the bombardment of the giant hammer abruptly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strong force pressed his bones to the ground, and his legs continued to sink into the earth.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from his mouth, and drove the magic power towards the stalemate of the hammer.

"Drink!" With a click, the pitch-black hammer body spread countless cracks, and finally in his low shout, it was shattered by his golden hands.

The moment the hammer magic collapsed, several imperceptible magic arrows dilated in his pupils at a terrifying speed.

"Cui-!" The white arcane officer roared angrily, and his hoarse voice contained the unwillingness of a beast.

The galloping black magic arrow pierced through his white robe and pierced his body, blood spilling out, splashing a patch of brown roots.

The latter word was blocked by the blood pouring into his mouth, and he half-knelt on the ground, trying to use his magic to heal his wounds.

Trem naturally wouldn't let go of such an opportunity, and with a wave of his sleeves, the dark magic power continued to condense, turning into whistling magic arrows that struck the head of the White Mystery Officer.

If the magic arrow succeeds in hitting, it will naturally be a terrible end for the brain to explode.

"Lord Nordul—"

Faced with a deadly crisis, he closed his eyes and muttered.

The shining white light suddenly spread out from the white arcane officer's body, and the speeding magic arrows fell one after another, trembling and turning into ashes.

The terrifying momentum made Trim frown, although he didn't expect to kill him so easily, but he didn't expect him to have such a counterattack.

If I had to describe what he was like now, there was only an infinite amount of light, a light that burned like a flame and filled the field of vision.

Powerful magic continued to overflow from the white arcane's body, gushing out in the form of light, the wound gradually stopped bleeding, and the surrounding plants and trees withered under the blazing light.

The most striking thing is the bracelet on his left hand, which is the source of some light.

It's different from the dark quasi-artifact that Trim is hiding and not known about. This bracelet is a quasi-artifact that is well-known and famous for its light attributes, and it is one of the twelve most famous quasi-artifacts in the Luna Cult.

The quasi-artifact [Light Oath], known as the "Light of Destruction", unexpectedly appeared in this frontier place.

Without a word, his eyes erupted with a terrifying white light, and he swung his golden fist and shot at Trim like a cannonball.

"It turned out to be one of the twelve quasi-artifacts, the 'Light Oath'?!"

The familiar bracelet startled Trem, and in that moment, the opponent's attack was already approaching.

"Third-level magic, Death Restraint!" With the power of "Soul Suppression", Trem gritted his teeth and forcibly released the third-level magic.

The thin black lines rained down from the sky like a torrential rain, drowning the opponent for one moment, and the next moment being incinerated by an even more dazzling white light.

"What?!" Trem, who was shocked by the strength of his opponent, exclaimed in surprise and ate a heavy punch from his opponent.

The golden fist shadow effortlessly pierced through the mana shield, knocking Trem into a bloody flight and slamming it into the ground, creating a terrifying crack in the debut path.

"In that case." Trem looked at the white oon, who still wanted to continue the pursuit, and forcibly suppressed the blood that poured up, summoning the young bone dragon in the "Soul Suppression".

The dark dark magic surged wildly, completely engulfing the space where the two of them were, faintly flickering scarlet, instantly staring at the bright body of the white arcane.

Pulled out of the black mist, the huge bone claw that had already taken shape slapped down suddenly.

With a bang, the turbulent shock wave took the black mist away, and the opponent actually took the bone dragon's trampling with his flesh and blood.

"You actually stole the corpse of the dragon clan, do you want to cause a battle between the two clans?!"

Shocked and angry at the sudden appearance of the baby bone dragon, the white arc officer increased his strength and forcibly lifted the huge baby bone dragon.

Sensing the gap in strength, the young bone dragon raised its head, and blood-red flames erupted, but it was still blocked out by the white arcane's light shield.

"Juli Mantra!" He shouted angrily, the bloodstained white robe bulging strangely, and the two crystalline arms swelled in a circle, and a faint golden mantra flickered on it.

The baby bone dragon roared angrily, but he grabbed the tail and shook it hard, then fell to the ground, smashing a terrible crater.

The stones were splashed with the dirt and sawdust, and cracks gradually appeared on its white body.

Realizing that the current situation was not good, the scarlet eyes flickered, and the blood-red breath re-condensed in the giant mouth.

"Second-level magic, Nianliu!" A stream of blue mana slammed into the dragon's head, knocking the breath that was ready to go, and the blood-red flames evaporated the ground into a deep pit.

The golden fist shadow continued to bombard the bone dragon's body, and it couldn't get up, and Trem was also seriously injured, and the situation of the battle seemed to be completely controlled by him.

"Trem-sama, hold on!"

Antor pulled out the blood sword stuck in the samurai believers, and after dealing with the surrounding samurai believers, he struck at the back of the white okushi.

Having undergone the training of knightly swordsmanship, as well as the strength of his own fourth-level warrior, he was bound to win this blow.

However, a white shadow interjected in front of Antor, blocking his slash.

The thunderous slash fell, tearing the white robe apart completely, and countless blood flew out, splashing Antor's body.

"Tsk." Antor retreated sensibly, staring coldly at the samurai believer, Essestan, who was desperately blocking his slash.

The young warrior glared and fell to the ground, a pool of blood spreading all at once.

"Isestan?!"

The White Mystery Officer let out a low howl, shook the bone dragon back with a punch, turned around, and picked up the dead young warrior in the pool of blood.

"Huh?" Antor and Trim were a little surprised, they couldn't imagine that the death of this young warrior could bring such a big blow to their opponents.

"Lord Hakuno-Aoguan!" "Lord Hakuno-Aoguan!"

The few remaining samurai believers and priests also emerged from the scuffle and gathered around the White Okano Officer, looking at the dead Essestan with a sad expression.

"He's a good fighter and deserves respect."

He gently lowered Isestan and slowly stood up, his hair scattered and bloodied like a vengeful devil.