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"How is that possible?"

Lotlyn stared at Xia Lan, who was seriously injured, with a solemn expression, his spell had clearly hit the other party just now, but how did he suddenly go around behind him and launch a sneak attack?

He knew that if a person's speed outpaced their visual response, it would indeed cause a brief false illusion in front of them, but the keen perception of being a mage would not be as easily deceived as vision.

However, his perception does not detect the other person, in other words, he loses the perception of the other person.

Could it be that it had something to do with what he had just poured in, Roslin suddenly remembered the other party's strange behavior earlier.

His guess was right.

It's just that Xia Lan won't confirm it.

If you want to kill an enemy, the least guarantee is your own safety.

Due to the impact of the physical condition caused by the spell damage given by the other party, Xia Lan took the risk of taking out several bottles of potions from the void ring and pouring them down when Lotlyn cast the spell.

In addition to antidotes and healing potions, more important is one of the special potions, "Hidden Elixirs".

Speaking of which, this kind of elixir that can hide the breath and temporarily block the perception still comes from subverting the fangs themselves, and for some reason I always feel a trace of inexplicable absurd humor.

When the spell was cast, Xia Lan ignored his injuries and forcibly used the sword move of a rapid attack in the White Wolf Sword Technique to attack behind Lotlyn in a strange way.

"White Wolf Pursuit"

The speed of activation in an instant was so fast that it even left a clear afterimage in the place where Xia Lan was, and the brief flaw was a flaw deliberately left by Xia Lan, this was to make Lothlin think that he was affected by the mental interference attached to the "Ghost Impact".

However, after the opening of "Swordsmanship", the other party would not have thought that this kind of mental stimulation interference of Cheng Dù basically had no effect on him, so it was better to take the opportunity to bury a trap.

It's just that Lotlyn's quick reaction to danger ultimately made his sneak attack futile.

Change the sword!

Looking coldly at Lotlyn, who was more than a dozen steps away, the long sword with orange inscription in Xia Lan's hand suddenly transformed into a long sword with the brilliance of cyan inscription.

The name of the sword is "Gale".

A good sword is the second life of a swordsman, and it is undeniable that the inscription sword given by Duo Xiuen is not bad, but in terms of attribute coordination, only the "gale" of the wind attribute can exert its strongest strength.

At the time of life and death, the hole cards are all out.

"Tsk-"

Lotlyn, who had been vigilantly observing Xia Lan, suddenly sneered when he saw the other party's sword change.

"Two inscription swords, it is surprisingly rich to see that your family is really rich, but you think that you can defeat me with a different sword? Hum! Wish for the moon! In the end, your qiē will only be my trophy! That includes your head! ”

"You can try."

The long sword pointed directly, and Xia Lan snorted coldly as if she was provocative.

"This is your last wish,? Very well, I will fulfill you! ”

The corners of his eyebrows were raised, Lotlin's face quickly sank, his left hand reached out, and the purple-black magic circle was generated, this time, he would not give him another chance to stand up!

Surprisingly, his spell this time was no longer a control and attack, but a peculiar defensive spell.

"Nether Fortress"

Layers of light purple light flickered, and if you looked closely, you could see that Lotlyn's body was covered with thin transparent wall covers, which seemed fragile, but in fact, you can only know how to try it.

Perhaps it was Xia Lan's mysterious sneak attack just now that left him with a full threat, so further improving the vigilance to improve his own safety has also become his primary choice.

Xia Lan carried the sword, step by step, looking rather relaxed and casual, and the distance between the two had inadvertently shortened to a few steps.

"White Wolf Fangs"

Suddenly, even if he found that Lotlyn looked calm and composed, it was very likely that the other party was hiding a trap, but Xia Lan still chose to attack.

The cyan inscription was brilliant, and countless wind blades seemed to be wrapped around the blade of the sword, and the fierce momentum was like a raging storm and terrifying.

Before the blade could touch the spell wall covering the opponent, Xia Lan's whole person suddenly interrupted his attack and spun and flew up to the other side.

Because, countless tiny black vines appeared unsuspectingly on the ground in front of Lothlin.

"It's not over yet!"

As soon as Lotlyn's words appeared, Xia Lan, who landed on the ground, saw several dark green eyes with black triangular tongues!

"Bang bang bang-"

Once again, a violent detonation reverberated through both sides of the palace wall, and the impact it brought even caused the spell wall to ripple slightly.

"Unfortunately, your attack didn't work."

A cold voice reached the back of Lothlin's ears, and the crisp sound of shattering glass mixed with the surrounding noise, Lothlin's neck was cold, his pupils constricted, and the "scritter" instinct was activated.

In the hazy smoke and dust, Xia Lan half-knelt on the ground, only using his sword to support his body, the sharp pain in his chest made him cough in pain, and a pool of bright red blood suddenly appeared on the ground of the white rock.

Roslin moved to safety, her left hand touching the back of her neck.

Warm, slippery.

Feeling a fishy smell rush through her senses, Lotlyn turned her head and glared at the vague figure in the smoke.

"Frank Charan!"

At night, a roaring figure reflected on the palace wall suddenly fell from its head.

Health: 12/310

After trying her best to pour the several bottles of red elixir taken out of the void ring into her mouth, Xia Lan was no longer able to support her body, and her whole person instantly collapsed to the ground motionless.

Before Winnie left, he had asked her to buy a large number of high-grade potions from the senior apothecary of the Alchemy Society, and if it hadn't been for these preparations, it is likely that he would have died in the first attack of Lotlyn by now.

Another seemingly lucky battle result.

However, in the end, the sword of the head Lotlyn did not cut off his soul as well.

Because, when he cuts down the spell barrier that envelops the opponent, he is no longer able to cut off the soul of the opponent.

I am afraid that the future will leave a big hidden danger as a result.

When I opened my eyes and looked up, the darkest dawn had quietly passed, and there were even faint traces of the purple moon left in the fish-bellied white sky.

It's dawn.

……

The sound of screams of pain continued to be heard in the Forsai Palace, and the magic circle that imprisoned Bedwin and his party began to weaken, although it was still not clear who the rescuers were, but Bedwin would never let go of the best opportunity to escape at this time.

Gather manpower and call for attack.

Several times in a row of combined attacks on the barriers of the circle, and soon, they saw the cracks in the circle spread like spider webs.

Seeing that the escape was in front of them, the excitement in the hearts of Bedwin and the others was self-evident, and the movements in their hands became more and more aggressive.

It didn't take long for the circle to shatter with a bang.

It seemed that the hatred of the perpetrators of their imprisonment did not need to be ordered by Bedwin, and the others immediately joined the battle with the black-robed people around them as soon as they got out of the trap.

And after Bedwin looked around, Tong Guò had a keen sense that he had finally found someone who was helping them.

This is a person who feels ordinary everywhere.

His appearance, his swordsmanship, his all.

"Who are you?"

Quietly approaching, Bedwin stopped and asked after noticing that he had been discovered by the other party.

"Me?"

The man flicked the blood from his sword and stared at the supreme throne on the steps not far away.

"In Baja Benio, a coachman of His Majesty Antonio."