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This distance is not far away, but it is not close, and there are no other half of the figures around, which is simply to lure the people here to take the risk to rescue them. The three dwarves held them on their shoulders and held them in their hands, and for their strength they were like the fluffy chicks in the hands of humans, but they could break their necks and tear them in two at the slightest thought. So this must be two traps for him and Mage Dundell, and most likely against him.

But even with the sense of the Ten Thousand True Talisman, he didn't see anything wrong with the three teenagers lurking around him, and he didn't even feel very strong when he was being watched, at least the old friend he was most afraid of should not have it. So when he saw a large number of people behind him gradually approaching, he finally couldn't help but use simulacrum and high-level stealth to lurk all the way.

When he saw this old man like a giant bear suddenly appear beside him, and it seemed that he could completely see through his hidden form with arcane arts, he was surprised but not very surprised. It's just that this old man, who is clearly using arcane arts, actually slashes with a pair of broadswords like a warrior, which makes him a little surprised.

Feng Yinqiu narrowly flashed the long knife in the old man's hand sideways, the hard leather armor on his shoulder that he had borrowed from someone had just been scraped by the blade and scraped into flying pieces like a piece of paper, and the rocks on the ground were also like butter cut by the blade A deep ditch, the strength of the old man's knife was not inferior to that of a monster like the dwarf leader. And this old man's knife posture is also extremely old and spicy, and at first glance, it has been tempered by thousands of life and death struggles.

But the wind is not the same. Whether it is the killing skills of the Sidi barbarians fighting in the wilderness, or the combat skills that have been tempered and refined in the army, the various tricks of various sects, and even the supreme martial arts that are close to the Tao, he has definitely seen no less than anyone else. Relatively speaking, the combat skills of this Euro continent are a little rough, even if this old man has a lot of experience in the battle formation, but the lack of profound inheritance is highly limited after all, and it is not even as mellow and flexible as the sword skills of Gao Wen, who is more talented.

Therefore, Feng Yinqiu used a small body technique of the Tang Sect to flash the old man's long knife dangerously, and with a finger, two strong acid arrows and three force field missiles flew towards the old man's face.

At such a close distance, the old man's movements did not seem to be known for his dexterity and agility, which could be said to be unavoidable, but the old man didn't seem to see it at all, and he didn't even blink his eyes. One of his eyes was cloudy and bloodshot, while the other was like a well-carved ruby, without the slightest life or emotion, just staring at the completely invisible Feng Yinqiu, as if the four-ring arcane was completely useless in his eyes.

With a soft pop, both the acid and the force field missile were bounced away an inch outside the old man's body. At the same time, the old man's twin knives slashed again and again, slashing towards the wind like a raging storm. The wrinkles and ditches on his face, his hair was completely gray, and if he only looked at his appearance, he was indeed an old man of eighty or ninety years old, and he was about to die, and he could even smell the smell of decay and decay peculiar to old men. But his movements are full of vitality and explosiveness, not only is his strength so great that it seems to be beyond the scope of human beings, but even the elasticity between the changes in his movements is like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man.

With a roar, the old man danced the double knives in his hand like a mad chef chopping meat sauce into two whirlwinds, and the hard ground was swept up like the tiniest sand and stones, and as he moved, the outer walls of the buildings that had been slightly touched around him were also smashed and chopped to pieces. With a pop, Feng Yinqiu's figure suddenly appeared in the sand and gravel storm, and was immediately slashed with a knife, and then was swept into the sand and shattered and dissipated. And the knife in the old man's hand did not pause in the slightest, it was still slashing rapidly, and soon another figure of Feng Yinqiu was dissipated by a slash, and another appeared......

Until there was a scream, the old man's beard and clothes suddenly burned, and the double knife sealed the front door, blocking a fiery red ray in the gravel sandstorm and retreating again and again. Feng Yinqiu rushed out of the sandstorm quickly, keeping the crimson rays in his hands shining on the old man's body.

A faint white light flashed, and the old man's figure disappeared from the spot almost without warning as when it appeared, and the remaining dark red rays passed through where he had been, melting a stone wall behind him into a lava hole.

The dwarven team behind had already rushed forward, and a dozen throwing axes and hammers flew first. The three teenagers in front of him were still stumbling and didn't run far, and Feng Yinqiu was not interested in entangling with these dwarves for the time being, and in the middle of his thoughts, a force field wall appeared to block these weapons, and he took the opportunity to turn around and leave.

Although he temporarily repelled the old man, he did not relax his vigilance in his heart, and he didn't even feel that he had really repelled the strange old man who had suddenly arrived. The old man had no trouble seeing through his four-ring stealth arcane, and although he had found an opportunity to make a move with the small maneuvering technique of half a bucket of water and throwing simulacrums at intervals, Feng Yinqiu was sure that the 'Extremely Hot Death Light' of the six rings would only have one-tenth of its power at most when it really fell on the old man. Don't look at the hair that burned, the old man didn't even leave any scorching smell in the air after he escaped with a spell, indicating that he was not seriously injured at all.

And what is very strange is that although the old man's attack seems to be powerful and fierce, Feng Yinqiu does not feel any real murderous aura, which is one of the reasons why he can always avoid the old man's attack. When the old man dropped the knife against those simulacrums, he also intentionally or unintentionally avoided the fatal points such as the head, chest and abdomen, and aimed at places such as arms and thighs, which means that the old man wanted to capture him alive.

A slight tingling sensation emerged from his body along with the vibration of the magic net, but with the operation of the huge vitality and flesh and blood essence, this tingling sensation dissipated almost without any effect of the earthly wind and autumn. But Feng Yinqiu was sure that if it weren't for his flesh and blood essence being strong enough, the effect produced by relying on the magic net would lock all the vitality on his body, as if someone had sealed all the meridians with heavy hands, and he didn't even think to move his fingers.

Looking up at the source of the fluctuation of the magic net, a thin figure was floating a hundred meters above him. Feng Yinqiu recognized it at a glance, it was the same Revival Mage Stephanie who had fought in Osstar City before.

"Is it her?" Feng Yinqiu was surprised and a little jealous. It's not this little mage dressed as a man who is afraid of her, but the power behind her. I heard Gawain say that although the Arcane Revival Society is bent on exploring the ruins of the empire and discovering the arcane, it is generally not very popular, but relatively speaking, the high-end arcane power is also extremely strong, and the power of the two nine-ring arcane on that day also impressed him.

The mage of the Revival Society actually appeared here at this time, and she must have been the one who intercepted Angelo's three teenagers that day, and the cause and effect behind this incident are a bit esoteric and unpredictable. But at this time, Feng Yinqiu didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, and after Stephanie spat out a dozen syllables in the sky, she constructed a new arcane art.

It was still the same as the previous arcane, there was no light, shadow and movement, but an inexplicable impact suddenly erupted in his soul, making him slightly stunned.

At this time, the burly old man suddenly appeared behind Feng Yinqiu, and his two knives slashed straight down at his shoulders, intending to cut off his hands to the shoulders. The flames on the old man's body had been completely extinguished, except for the hair and clothes on his upper body, there was not a single trace of burns left on his skin, and even the burned hair and beard had regrown a short stubble in a few seconds. It's just that the wrinkles on the old man's face seem to be heavier, his eyes are more cloudy, and the smell of the rotten old man can't stop permeating the surroundings.

With a bang, the old man's two big knives grazed Feng Yinqiu's face and chest and back and fell to the ground. The impact on the divine soul could not even cause a ripple for the suppression of the sea of consciousness with the Ten Thousand True Talisman, and his slight stunned was not so much the effect of the arcane as it was the surprise of him. He just turned to one side and let the old man slash past him, leaping high in the ground-shattering impact.

Even if he didn't have too many light skills, but with the explosive power of his body that was almost at the limit, Feng Yinqiu rose into the sky like a crossbow arrow and headed towards Stephanie in mid-air. Compared to the old man's hand-to-hand combat, this kind of long-distance arcane art without warning and defenseless is actually the most dangerous, if he was really restrained by that kind of paralysis and mental impact just now, he would be cut off by the old man in the blink of an eye.

And compared to the dwarven Northern Legion, or some other opponent who was hostile to him because of a chance karmic gathering, this female mage who had already declared that she was going to send him to the test bench was obviously the real enemy. He wasn't sure if the female mage had already recognized him, but since he had met him, there was nothing to say, and he had to knock him down or kill him as soon as possible.

Looking at the rushing wind Yinqiu, Stephanie, who was floating in the air, was startled at first, and then showed a sarcastic look on her face, the two control-type arcane just now didn't work, she was having a headache What kind of means could she use to deal with this guy, I didn't expect him to come into the net like this. Although his jump seemed to be full of strength, it was not enough to reach the height he was at, and even if he could jump again, how could it be compared to the agility of his flying skills, and if he lost his strength, no matter how much strength he had, he was just a target in mid-air.

Knowing that there were only a few offensive arcane abilities that this eccentric Western mage could wield, Stephanie activated one of the elemental shields in the necklace before pulling a scroll from her waist. This is the seven-ring arcane scroll that she applied for specifically for this operation, unlike the summoned earth element elder that she used in Osstar City before, which needs to be opened slowly with mental power, this is a battle scroll specially reserved by the warhead of the Revival Society, and the additional spells that have been activated have long been set, and the steps to activate have been greatly simplified, not much more than a two-ring arcane. Although this seven-ring arcane is not very easy to control, as long as you find the right opportunity, you will definitely be able to subdue this enemy.

Sure enough, just as Stephanie had expected, Wind Yinqiu jumped up as fast and as fast as it reached seventy or eighty meters, the ascent, which was the best distance for the arcane to be effective.

Reciting a few syllables, but only about two seconds of poetry, a two-meter-long, barrel-thick ice pick condensed in front of Stephanie, and then stabbed at the wind that had just come to an end. She knew that this strange Western mage was able to dismantle the arcane, and the direct attack of the arcane was probably useless, and the mind was flexible and varied, but the effect of this ice thorn technique had been completed, and the attack was only made by the condensed ice spike itself, and the elemental damage caused by the arcane itself was a different matter. It is impossible to defeat this Westerner with this three-ring arcane alone, but as long as it hits, the temporary stiffness effect it brings can definitely make the arcane scroll in his hand hit 100%.

When he saw the arcane scroll taken out of the female mage's hand, Feng Yinqiu smiled, and his eyes lit up, as if he didn't see the ice spike that was bigger than the others coming at all. He just stretched his legs slightly, and took the force field barrier that was instantly generated at the landing place as a point of borrowing, and his body moved to the side, just avoiding the huge icicle that came from him, and then kicked his feet violently, and the force field wall was born under his feet again, and his body, which was already exhausted, suddenly accelerated again, and rushed towards the female mage who was not far away.

Seeing Feng Yinqiu's sudden flash of ice spikes in mid-air, Stephanie was stunned for only half a blink of an eye before she understood what was going on. She had seen Feng Yinqiu use the force field barrier before, but the high-level mage could instantly use the three-ring arcane, so she would basically use more advanced means such as flying techniques, so she didn't think of this for a while, and at this time, seeing that Feng Yinqiu accelerated again and shot at her like a crossbow arrow, she didn't have time to activate the scroll, and in a hurry, she could only control the flying technique to dodge to the side.

Flying may seem simple, but it is actually a complex arcane that controls gravity, surrounding wind pressure, and force fields at the same time, and a skilled arcanist can even be more agile than a bird in the air. Stephanie had used almost ten flying scrolls to come all the way, and she was already too ripe to be familiar with them, but in the blink of an eye, she flew ten meters away, just able to dodge the rushing wind Yinqiu.

But as soon as Feng Yinqiu's hand stretched out, another force field barrier was instantly generated in the void in front of him, and he tilted slightly while holding it with one hand to eliminate the momentum of the forward rush, and the force field was generated again under his feet, and he rushed towards Stephanie who was dodging again.

A look of horror began to appear on Stephanie's face, and once again she realized that she had completely underestimated this strange Westerner, and that a single instantaneous force field barrier could completely undo what she had thought was an absolutely safe flight advantage. She could only reluctantly use her flying technique to turn sharply again, but the previous sudden movement had already made her a little dizzy, and this turn made her feel as if the blood in her whole body was about to be thrown out by herself, and she couldn't help but turn black in front of her eyes, and blood began to flow out of her nose. Flying can open up airflow around the body, so that the mage will not be blown open and breathless, but there is no way to control the blood in the mage's own body. Mages can always be proud of their knowledge and intellect, not their strong bodies, and the mages who created this spell, as well as the mages who have been improving it for hundreds of years, never need to fight the enemy in such melee combat in the air.

But such a problem did not exist at all for Feng Yinqiu, and he once again used the two force field barriers to make a turn in the air, and continued to rush towards the female mage who had fallen into a semi-coma. The blood from the end of the female mage's nose fell on his face, and a faint fishy smell actually faintly aroused his excitement as if the hunt was about to succeed, but he did not relax at all, the previous fight in Osstar City let him know that these Euro mages have a lot of life-saving tricks, and they can even trigger their use without his knowledge, so he stretched out his hand and flew towards the female mage with the three stones that had been pinched in his hand when he jumped from the ground.

This was reminded of him by the old friend before. Compared with the European arcane arts, which are not yet well used, the Shenzhou martial arts that have been familiar with for so many years may be more unexpected. The stone bullet thrown by the old friend who was actually not good at hidden weapons was not inferior to the arcane arts of the five or six rings, and although he had learned the techniques of the Tang Sect, he had no talent and did not practice much, and he was not even a beginner, but he could still use it at this time.

With a piercing whistling sound, the stone headed towards the female mage in three different directions, with the strength of Feng Yinqiu's hand and the unique technique of the Tang Sect, this walnut-sized stone was definitely more lethal than a force field missile, and the protection against ordinary arcane would not work against such a simple stone.

The white light flashed, and the tall and burly old man actually appeared at this most critical juncture, standing in front of the female mage, and the two stones smashed in front of the old man An inch in front of him, they all shattered into powder in the muffled sound, and even the old man's skin was not scratched a little, only a stone flew past the old man, and with a soft pop, it pierced the shoulder of the female mage behind.

Throwing away the long knife in one hand and grabbing the screaming female mage behind him, the old man slashed at the following Feng Yinqiu with the knife in one hand.

After all, the force field barrier is not as easy to borrow as the ground, and the small body method that can be used to dodge and move can no longer be used, and Feng Yinqiu can only raise his hand to parry in a hurry, and at the same time inspire a protective arcane technique that he learned from Master Dundell, and a solid layer of rock emerges on his body.

With a click, the layer of rock skin conjured by the arcane law could play a very limited protective role under the old man's big knife, and after the knife cut through the rock skin, it went straight to the bone, and the hands of Feng Yinqiu parried and the shoulders behind him appeared with blood, and the remaining momentum of this knife was inexhaustible, directly splitting him downward.

The old man, who finally made a contribution, had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and the white light on his body flashed, and he disappeared from the sky with Stephanie.

Although his hands and shoulders were in sharp pain, Feng Yinqiu smiled. The scroll in the female mage's hand when she was shot through the shoulder just now let go and fell, and now it is not far away. He kicked the force field under his feet and rushed over to hold it, thought about it and looked back at the long knife that the old man had dropped just now, and simply rushed over again and barely held it in his hand with the less injured hand, and the force field under his feet appeared, jumping towards the side of the chamber of commerce. At this time, the three teenagers also happened to stumble and run back under the attack of a dozen or so Howard family caravan guards.

With the help of a second-ring 'Feather Falling Technique' slowly falling in the Chamber of Commerce's residence, the people below immediately brought bandages and wound medicine, and many people also cheered. Although at this time, the dwarves outside and the soldiers of the Northern Legion had already lined up and surrounded the place, but Feng Yinqiu's rescue of the three young mages this time was still extremely morale-boosting, especially the dazzling mid-air battle, although it was not very clear, but it was an indisputable fact that repelled the arcanist flying in the air.

"Uncle Winder... Thank you so much..."In the short distance of 100 meters, the three teenagers almost collapsed, and two of them collapsed on the ground when they came back, only Angelo, the big-faced teenager, could barely walk up, thanking him with snot and tears on his face.

"Lord Wende... You... You... It's okay..."On the other hand, Mage Dundell looked at Feng Yinqiu with a strange look, and it was precisely because he was an arcane master that he could see that the battle just now was not like a battle between arcanists at all, and the strange mage of the Rothschild family in front of him had simply subverted his perception of the way mages fought, and even he wondered if this person was a mage or not.

However, it is undoubtedly a great thing that Feng Yinqiu was able to rescue the three kidnapped teenagers, and Mage Dundell also stepped forward to use a necromantic three-ring arcane 'injury recovery' on the wound that had already been bandaged.

Feng Yinqiu felt the slow healing of the bloody muscles in the wound, this arcane technique that stimulated the recovery ability of the flesh, coupled with the already extremely strong vitality in his body, even if it was a deep injury on his hands and shoulders, it might be two or three hours to heal as before.

"Lord Dundell, please help me see what kind of arcane this is?" Feng Yinqiu handed Dundell the scroll he had snatched from Stephanie's hand. Now that the war is imminent, it is impossible for him to slowly experiment and use it after rubbing.

"Is this the Master of the Mage who used the Flying Technique?" Dundell took the scroll and looked at it carefully. It wasn't surprising that Feng Yinqiu asked him to identify it, the mages of the post-imperial era had learned extremely limited arcane, especially those in places like the West Coast, and it was not surprising that they only knew one-tenth of the arcane of him, a nobleman in the imperial capital.

"This ...... It seems to be a restructured scroll dedicated to combat...... Actually attached the activation to the Seven Rings Arcane... Could this be the Revival... Is that a member of the Renaissance Society?" but upon closer inspection, Master Dundell's face became very ugly. "Are those people crazy? to cooperate with these thieves and barbarians? and what about their so-called noble ideals? or only"

"What kind of arcane scroll is this?" Wind Yinqiu pretended not to hear the words.

"Ah, it's just a forcefield-based arcane... But why did the mage use this? This arcane is admittedly difficult to manipulate and not very useful...... Or is he not actually from the Revival Society, but only occasionally gets the scrolls that come out of the Revival Society?"

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Dwarves and Northern legionnaires formed a temporary command post outside the encirclement.

"Why don't you help?"

Tiffany endured the sharp pain in her shoulder, which almost made her faint, and glared viciously at the two nominal allies, the dwarf and the cult high priest. Then he turned to look at Sir Adari, who was struggling to sit down with the help of the Resident Commander, his face full of remorse and guilt: "Sir Sir, are you alright? I'm so sorry... It's all my fault..."

The old sir's body did not seem to have any scars, even the hair and beard that had been burned by the scorching rays had grown a short section at this time, and his burly body seemed to be full of vitality and strength that ordinary people could not understand. It's just that at this moment, his expression is a little sluggish and sluggish, and the light in his eyes is like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

"It's okay, I'll hold on. Sir Adari took a few breaths before his eyes regained some light, and he moved his lips and slowly squeezed out a word. But everyone can see the difference between him now and before, although the battle time is short, he actually uses a lot of arcane arts, several 'flash techniques' are five-ring arcane arts, and the 'regeneration technique' and 'elemental barrier' automatically activated on the arcane armor are six rings.

"Didn't you say you should try it first, Honorable Mage, so we didn't rush to do it. The leader of the golden stone grinned and smiled grimly, he was in a really good mood, and he rarely learned to use honorifics in the tone of ordinary people. Looking at the old sir, he was so happy that he almost wanted to dance a dance to celebrate. Even if this old guy has been transformed by the arcane, it is not without cost to use so many advanced instantaneous arcane arts, just look at the appearance of this old guy. "Hehe, besides, later on, you were as tall as the arcane flying around, and my Excellency the High Priestess and I were both warriors, so we couldn't help even if we wanted to. ”

After two failed attempts, Stephanie used a necromantic two-ring arcane 'painful amputation' to eliminate the pain caused by the shoulder penetration. The Medic Nurse of the Northern Legion had already treated her wounds, stopped the bleeding, smeared her with ointment and bandages, but unless it was a legal necromancy spell to reshape her limbs, her arm would not be used for a short time.

But the physical pain was far less than the discomfort in her heart at the moment. This time she could get the help of the old knight, she originally thought that it was a great opportunity to get nine out of ten, and she naturally didn't want them to interfere with these two alien races who must have ghosts, but she didn't expect the ending to be a complete failure. The old knight, who was at the end of the crossbow, had exhausted her energy, and the scroll she had intended to use to capture the Westerner had been snatched instead.

"Your Excellency Mage, don't worry, the situation is still in our hands. The Western high priest on the side said lightly. His tone was flat, and his eyes behind the wooden mask were still like two bottomless pools, undisturbed, as if what had just been played out was nothing more than a bland little trick.

"Good. Then it's up to you two to deal with that guy. Stephanie looked at the High Priest viciously. Compared to the completely unreasonable dwarven barbarians on the other side, relatively speaking, this Westerner at least has a handle on his side. "If Your Excellency the High Priest wants us to fulfill our promise perfectly, then you'd better take that man and hand it over to us. That's good for all of us. ”

The High Priest nodded and said slowly, "Please rest assured, I won't miss again." I never give people a second chance. (To be continued.) )