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Lofesta frantically rushed from the air to the ground. The white flames burning all over the www.biquge.info of the pen were drawing a white light mark in the air as the speed increased. The entire gloomy area is completely illuminated. In the beating flames, waves of almost pure power fluctuations continued to be transmitted, this power was pure and powerful. It is the Holy Power that is regarded as a sign in the Holy See.

The white flames of Lofesta's whole body came from the burning of the holy weapon in his hand, Rofeld. The huge white greatsword slashed straight ahead with a whirring sound. His whole person was like a meteor falling from the sky.

In the ruins there, Roga and the Night King stood side by side. But just quietly watched his roar. The expressions of both men were calm and calm.

Luo Jia slowly stepped forward.

"I'll do it anyway. Rofeld's Burn, the famous Sword of Purification, condensed the soul and full power of Rofeld, the most powerful golden knight in the history of the Holy See. I'd like to see if it's really as powerful as the rumors! ”

His white beard fluttered slowly to the left with the direction of the wind, and it was originally twisted into a bunch, but now it was a little scattered.

As the white meteor in the sky approached rapidly.

Luo Jia stretched out his hands, and the two arms, which were not at all as strong as the old man, were facing each other with ten fingers in front of his chest.

Syllable!

Clapped hands together fiercely. The crisp sound could not be concealed even by the whistling sound in the air.

Countless black smoke suddenly began to escape from him. It was as if it were the smoke left over from a fire that had not yet been burned. The wisps are constantly fluttering upwards and converging.

His eyes, mouth, nose, ears, gaps in clothes, between his hands. Countless black smoke quickly spread out. Above him, a small black vortex converged.

An abnormal evil aura spread in an instant.

Almost everyone present felt a cold and evil aura spreading from Luo Jia's body.

The long-bearded old man stood in the ruins, but it was as if he was standing surrounded by countless evils, and everything around him almost disappeared. There is only a myriad of black gases.

The whirlpool above his head slowly turned, rapidly expanding from the size of a human head to a diameter of more than ten meters. It was as if a huge black curtain was covering his head. Completely obscuring its figure.

The black-robed man on the top of the building in the distance looked solemnly at the black whirlpool in the middle of the field.

"Good evil breath," he said in a deep voice. "It is worthy of being an A-level powerhouse, a two-headed snake."

"Your Excellency, you're ready. You can leave at any time. A black-robed man in the back whispered.

He holds a small oval crystal ball in his hand.

The crystal ball, which was originally transparent, was slowly flickering with a red light that was uncertain at this time. One is strong and the other is weak. It's like a heartbeat. The red light is emanating directly from the center of the crystal ball. It gives people a faint hazy beauty.

"Don't panic yet. Observe again. There were only two of them, and if Lofesta could, the black-robed leader stared at the middle of the field below. Didn't finish the sentence.

Boom!!

The white light and the black swirls slammed together.

Lofesta roared, but no sound came out. It's like a silent pantomime. With the giant sword as the tip, his whole body stabbed fiercely at the center of the black vortex. Countless white flames spread along the surface of the black vortex and burned along the surface of the giant sword.

From a distance, it was as if a whirlpool of white flames and a black whirlpool were constantly confronting.

In mid-air, two huge whirlpools were like two discs, almost completely cutting the entire ruined space into two halves. The world of white flames is above, and the space of black smoke is below.

The black and white discs frantically cancel out a lot of energy. Countless black and white points of light continue to escape into the surrounding air. Scattered like sparks.

The Night King's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he instantly withdrew from the black mist range of Luojia. The whole person appeared directly in a clearing where it was.

But then, a black and red figure appeared in the clearing.

It was Grisnan, who had followed Lofesta earlier.

The man wearing black and red-edged armor still looked a little embarrassed at this time, his face was pale, and his body was dusty, and he didn't seem to have fully recovered from the battle just now.

But he stood opposite, the blood-colored shield on his left arm filled with huge and pure fluctuations of power.

The hand shield is a standard triangular shape, with three blood-red gems at the three tips. Even now, when countless white lights and black smoke are fighting, the three gems are not weakly emitting a faint scarlet fluorescence. Like three blood-red eyes. With each shake of the arm, three faint blood-red lines are drawn in the air.

In the middle of the shield, in the middle of countless twisted vine-like patterns, a pair of hideous and evil blood-red eyes were also emitting red fluorescence, and the material seemed to be the same as the three gems.

Grisnan's originally pale and embarrassed face seemed to be a little calm and calm under the red light of the hand shield.

"It is a privilege for me to be able to consult with His Royal Highness the Night King, the owner of the legendary Night Castle." The knight smiled calmly. As if he had never been injured. Full of confidence.

The two were only a dozen meters apart. The uneven ground in the middle is a few scattered cement stones. Such a distance, no matter which side it is, can be easily crossed in an instant.

For the strong who are hostile to each other, this distance is already extremely dangerous.

The Night King stared at Grisnan. His gaze fell directly on the red hand shield on his left arm. Pupils shrank slightly.

"Hallows Blood Veil Shield, are you a member of the Knights of the Blood Veil?"

"It used to be, but not anymore." Seeing that the other party had no intention of making a move, Grisnan was also happy to rest. For a Golden Knight-level powerhouse, he is not very sure, and being able to hold off the other party is already a great success. Even if he has a holy weapon, his own strength is at the peak of B-level, close to A-level. But approaching an A-level and a true A-level are two completely different concepts.

In this world, among the B-level powerhouses, there are not a few strong people who are close to the A-level, but there are very few people who actually enter the A-level. Almost every big force is a fixed number of people. Each of them belongs to the absolute high-level, holding heavy power, and cannot be beaten. In every organization, the voice is very high.

What's more, the Night King, the master of the Night Castle, is not a new A-rank, he has already become an A-level powerhouse many years ago. After so many years, no one knows exactly how far he has come.

The Night King's scarlet eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the black-and-white disc that was violently confronting not far away.

I don't know when, the countless black smoke in the air actually condensed into a huge black hand, the whole body of the big hand was seven or eight meters long, and the whole body was full of black smoke, and the movement quickly invaded the range of the white flame, grabbing Lofesta.

In the white area, countless white flame moths rushed towards the black hand like a flame, and the power of white and black canceled each other out.

But the speed of the offset is nowhere near as fast as the black hand grabs at Lofesta.

"Glory !!"

Above Lofesta, a ball of light glowing with a blinding white light slammed down. It's fast, like a fleeting flash of lightning. With an inexplicable roar.

The ball of light slammed into the big black hand.

In silence, the ball of light and the big black hand were annihilated at the same time.

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The black-and-white disc collapsed instantly. As if it were an exploding fireball, the white flames and black smoke instantly neutralized.

Lofesta flew upside down, suspended in the air. There was also a silver-armored knight floating beside him, and it was the person who had been standing behind him just now, and a pair of silver metal wings behind this knight were slowly flapping. The blinding white light was slowly fading. Obviously, he was the one who helped Lofesta.

Below, Luo Jia stood still, but his feet were sunk deep into the concrete ruins below. Obviously, he was suddenly dissipated just now and suffered a small loss.

He looked up at the sky with a gloomy face, and the two figures glowing with white light looked extremely dazzling.

"It's nice to have a holy artifact!!" He glanced at the two Night Kings on one side.

In the direction of the heretics around, there were no more figures, and the side of the black robe also disappeared.

Obviously, several sides have taken the opportunity to leave the battlefield.

Although it is not known how they managed to get out of the shroud of the black mist. But Roga didn't think that his random arrangement would completely surround these people.

At present, each of the three major holy weapons on the other side is not trivial, not to mention that Grisnan is not the strongest on the Orthodox side, and the aura on the black-robed leader faintly makes Luo Jia feel uneasy.

"Night King, let's go. Now they're all gone, it's just that the two of us can't deal with these people yet. Luo Jia said lightly.

Grisnan, Lofesta, and the young knight all sank in their hearts when they heard this.

"There are still strong men," Grisnan noticed the Night King's expression on the other side.

The other party was extremely calm, as if he was not here to participate in the battle for the seal, but just to join in the fun.

"The three holy artifacts thought that the two of us could solve everyone." The Night King smiled. The figure stepped back. The whole person suddenly turned into countless black shadows, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Luo Jia also stepped on his feet, quickly retreating into the shadow of the building behind him, and then the footsteps sounded farther and farther away. Until it disappears completely.

As soon as the two A-class left, the audience suddenly fell silent.

Grisnan sat down on the ground. His whole body was weak, and he reached out and wiped his forehead, which was full of cold sweat.

"Good guy, so many fierce people suddenly appeared, I don't feel like it's a sigil battlefield, but like the Third Holy Crusade." He smiled wryly.

Lofesta and the knight quickly flew to him and landed.

As soon as the young knight landed, a flush flashed across his face. Blood spilled from the corners of the mouth. Obviously, he was injured by the shock just now, but he kept pressing the injury.

A white glow flashed on Lofesta's hand, and he pressed it lightly on the young knight's forehead. The knight's face suddenly became much better.

"They were all just tentative, and they didn't use their real strength. Otherwise, we will definitely be crippled if we don't die this time. Lofesta said in a deep voice. I could tell that there was a fear between the two of them. Therefore, none of them dared to fight with all their might, as if they did not want to use their true strength. ”

"You don't need real power to be so powerful, these perverts," Grisnan smiled wryly.

"Adults, what are we going to do now?" The young knight frowned.

Grisnan glanced at him.

"This generation of Eye of Light is actually only over two hundred years old, so young."

"It is thanks to the love of Bishop Mary that I can gain more of the Lord's favor." The young knight pressed his right hand to his chest and revered, "My name is Ansilim. Silver Intermediate Knight. ”

"B-level intermediate, two hundred years old to reach this level, very good." Grisnan struggled to his feet. "Lofesta, what do you see? Now the imprint battlefield is clearly out of its normal situation. ”

"Stalling for time, waiting for the end, that's one way. The second is to find out what the purpose of these strong men suddenly entering the imprint battlefield is. Alyssa's Gate is not something that ordinary strong people can eat. Even the Night King and the Two-Headed Serpent together are not enough. Several of us had already agreed on this battle, and they were an unexpected force. ”

"I'll pick the second one. The sigil battlefield is so big, I don't want to die in vain. Grisnan looked around.

The previous black aura has completely dissipated. Silence has returned to the surroundings.

"We should all join forces. The other party should be the fifth mark obtained. It's just not clear how many A-level powerhouses they came in. The maximum cap of the imprint is ten, if" Lofesta didn't finish, but the meaning made the other two go a little chill.

"There should be three at most," Grisnan chuckled dryly.

"Not necessarily."

A voice suddenly came from the side of the three.

A group of five or six people suddenly appeared in the clearing.

Three black robes, three heretics. The two sides actually walked together.

The black-robed man at the head gently lifted his hood. An old, wrinkled face was revealed. At the center of his eyebrows, two red scratches crossed into a cross. It looks mysterious and awe-inspiring.

"Your Holy See has snatched one of the sigils from one of our headquarters in Romania. But he was secretly robbed on the plane. It is likely that the other party came in with this mark. ”

Lofesta turned and faced the old man head-on.

"The probationary clergyman has been searched repeatedly for all memories. From their memories, we get a clear image that is most suspicious, but it is likely that the other party has been disguised by force. We are concentrating our efforts on dismantling its disguise. But now is not the time to think about that. Honorable Lord of the Bloody Curtain Knight. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

The old man nodded. "The Night King, this old fellow, is a powerhouse of my time, and I have had many conflicts with him, but I have not been able to distinguish the winner. It's a tough character. The Big-Headed Snake of Raka is an old monster that has survived since the Mauryan Dynasty. His men don't know how many hole cards they have. It's all troublesome. And listening to them, there are still others who have not appeared. It was most likely a pre-planned plan. ”

"We have to join forces, not to win, but to survive." The old man said a little tiredly. "I didn't expect such variables to appear on the imprint battlefield this time."

"We heretics are also thinking this way. This matter must be notified to the upper echelons as soon as possible! But only if we get out alive first. ”

On one side, the leader of the heresy, Crane, took off his sunglasses and said.

Underneath his sunglasses, his eyes had no pupils at all, just a glowing blue light.

(To be continued)