The black-haired wizard's pupils shrank suddenly.

But Middell didn't give him time to react, and the blade that cut through the flames was already stabbing at him.

"Bell ——!"

Caught off guard, Loren snorted, and while parrying the "Shadow Blade", he could only dodge the blade in Middel's hand, and there was no time to counterattack in a roundabout way.

Under the cloud canopy tree, all the elves stared intently at the scene in front of them, and they didn't even have time to breathe.

The battle between the two did not warm up, there was no circumference, and it was a life-and-death lore when they came up!

"Well, have you started to get used to playing dastardly moves?" said the smiling Middell softly, the long knife in his hand striking again like lightning, and kept pressing on the black-haired wizard for a moment:

"That fire magic just now, it shouldn't be all of your hole cards... When will you be willing to fight me with all your strength?"

"Or have you found the weakness of the 'Shadow Folding Sword' and are ready to strike a fatal blow when you are defenseless?"

"Bell ——!"

Another horizontal slash, the body of the gun was able to stop the long knife in Middle's hand, but it was attacked by the "afterimage" and gently slashed the left side of the neck.

In the eyes of Al Yin and the other elves, Loren's neck seemed to crack naturally without warning, leaving a long streak of blood, and blood sprayed out.

Well?

Middel, who was about to put away the knife, found that the black-haired wizard had stuck the handle of the knife with the body of the gun, so that he could not retreat.

"That's it. Loren, who squinted his eyes, seemed to be a hunter staring at his prey, and said coldly: "Middel, your 'Shadow Sword'... I finally found the flaw. ”

What the?!

Before the stunned Azorean elves could pull out, they heard a soft snap of their fingers.

High-level spells, the will of the rock.

"Boom ——!"

Sharp stalagmites, with terrible loud noises, burst out of the ground and struck at him.

In an instant, Middlel only had time to smash the stalagmite with a backhand, and then slid to dodge.

In the next second, the "frightened" Middell swung his knife again, and the narrow blade kept changing its trajectory in the air, leaving five afterimages at the same time.

Loren, who raised the corners of his mouth slightly, snapped his fingers again.

"Boom ——!"

Suddenly, the stone wall blocking the center of the two sides instantly disintegrated in front of the "afterimage", turning into countless fragments.

But Middel's expression changed suddenly.

He saw... Loren, who looked up behind the stone wall, showed an expression of finding that his prey had been hooked......

Fierce and fierce!

"May the void... With you. ”

In the next second, the gray-blue sword light bloomed on the tip of the dragon's tooth, like a streamer of light.

"Poof——!

With all his strength dodging, the dragon's teeth tore through the robe on the right side of Middel's waist and abdomen, and bright red blood splattered out!

Loren, who hit the blow with one blow, did not pursue, but instead took a half-step back and parried the defense again.

At the moment when Midl retreated, the "blade" hidden in the shadow flashed in front of him again—if he had just pursued himself, he was afraid that he would have been in a different place.

Really... This is the secret of the Shadow Sword, both the reason why it can cut through the flames and its only weakness!

Because Middlel has been deliberately misleading, intentionally or unintentionally, Loren has always thought that the key to the Shadow Sword is really the "afterimage" and "shadow", although it is true, but Middel deliberately avoided a key place, that is, these "shadows" must be seen with his own eyes.

The true ability of Middel's "Shadow Sword" is to cut off all the entities and non-entities that he sees, "touched" or affected by shadows and afterimages.

In other words, the key to countering the "Shadow Folding Sword" is to block his vision at the moment when the shadow touches it!

Loren raised his "dragon teeth" and shook his spear lightly, and the gray-blue sword light gushed out again.

Middlel was still smiling, and his long knife, which was as swift as a shadow, parried the tip of the spear again, and the two "afterimages" took the elbow and wrist of the black-haired wizard.

Loren, who couldn't dodge, didn't even dodge at all, and the tip of the spear that was picked off was downward, stabbing straight out.

"Boom ——!"

The sudden flash of the stone pillar blocked Middel's "afterimage", but the gray-blue sword light hit him straight on the sole of his foot.

One shot through!

"It's so dangerous!" The bleeding soles of his feet did not make his movements feel any stagnation at all, and calmly swept away the sword that was approaching again: "I was almost injured in the tendon, and I couldn't even escape for my life." ”

"You are so humble, Lord Middel. With a cold snort, the "dragon tooth" in Loren's hand stabbed obliquely, and steadily stopped the opponent's "shadow blade":

"It's really creepy to be injured like this and still have nothing to do at all!"

"No, no, no, that's not what you're thinking. With a chuckle, the long knife in Middel's hand approached again by surprise, and the "afterimage" had already slashed the last piece of armor on his upper body as the black-haired wizard was able to parry it.

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, you should be wondering, 'Is it related to the so-called way of the samurai that he can continue to fight even though he is so badly wounded?'... Is. ”

"Bell ——!"

The two blades collided again in mid-air, and the entangled, each other chose to withdraw at the same time, and confronted each other three steps apart.

"Let me tell you... Yes, you guessed it. Smiling, Middel calmly raised his sword, looking for the angle of the next attack: "The samurai will inevitably be injured in battle, and too heavy armor will drag themselves down... Therefore, our 'way of the samurai' is the invisible armor. ”

"So as long as it's not a fatal injury, it can heal or suppress it at a very fast speed... Of course, it's not for nothing. ”

Middell chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I don't want to admit it, but... It doesn't sound like a 'justice' trick. ”

The expressionless Loren picked up the "dragon teeth", and the sword changed with the opponent's movements.

I see, it's like a certain Knights of Oaths and the Apostles of the Evil Gods... Weakened immortality.

Compared to the rogue trick of the Oath Knight, "as long as there is faith, it is impossible to be killed", this can still be killed at least if it hits the vital point.

"As a samurai, I can see through my tricks and skills, and I can only fight back... is so humiliating, the skills are not as good as others, and I should have bowed my head happily and admitted defeat, but ......"

Sighing softly, a helpless wry smile appeared on Middel's face: "Only this time, for the sake of the Eagle King of the Azores, I can only win, not lose." ”

"Even if I have to use even more despicable and shameless tricks, I must defeat you and kill you... So, Lord Loren Turin, it's rude!"

Loren frowned slightly.

With a long exhalation, Middel held the long knife in front of him with his back grip, and his left hand gently grasped the tail of the sword, his palm sliding towards the tip of the sword little by little.

Scarlet blood dripped down the blade of the sword.

The dripping blood spread out to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, enveloping the entire sand in an instant!

"The Extreme ...... of the Sword"

“...... Keep it in mind"

There was an uproar around the sand, with whispers and exclamations of surprise everywhere.

But in the next second, all the whispers and exclamations were dead silent, and only a pair of frightened and panicked eyes remained.

The inexplicable cold suddenly hit like a harsh winter, and the world fell into darkness as soon as it was dark.

But the sun overhead is still shining, and the birds are still singing and fragrant under the cloud canopy trees in the Foggy Moon Garden... The terrifying coldness struck the hearts of all the elves, sealing their sight and hearing at the same time.

Only the little wizard stood in place with wide eyes, biting his lower lip desperately to suppress the horror in his heart... Of all the elves on the scene, she was the only one who knew what was going on.

That's right, that's what it is......

"State of mind. The smiling Middell raised his head and looked leisurely at the black-haired wizard who was not shocked on the other side: "Every Azorean elven warrior must go through a hurdle in his own way of being a warrior. ”

"It changes with the samurai's age, mood, and swordsmanship, and is a perfect replica of something lurking deep within the samurai, and fits perfectly with the 'way of the samurai'... Because this is the embodiment of it. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Middell waved his hand around very casually: "This... It is the 'state of mind' under - only here, the despicable and shameless 'Shadow Sword' can maximize its power. ”

"Dark, cold, lonely—like a traveler walking at midnight, looking up at the sky, but there is not even a full moon illuminating the road, and under the ethereal starry sky, all you can see is the shadow that follows behind you. ”

The next moment, in the dark, Middell swung his knife without warning.

The black-haired wizard instinctively retreats to parry.

"Poof——!

A streak of blood stretched from Loren's right shoulder to his flank... A little deeper, and you'll be able to slice through his flesh entirely!

The black-haired wizard holding the "dragon teeth" froze in place.

Didn't stop?

No, it wasn't that it wasn't stopped, but it didn't touch at all - like a real shadow, it passed directly through the body of the "dragon's fang".

His "Folding Shadow Sword"... Jumping over the block and attacking yourself from three steps away?

"The 'shadow' that can't be seen, but it's everywhere all the time, everywhere, like a shadow......" Sensing the consternation in the black-haired wizard's expression, Middel smiled gently:

"The only pity is that this shadow is too 'dull' and not as sharp as the knife in the hand - it can only hurt people, but it can't kill people. ”

"But it doesn't matter, because the shadow of the whole 'state of mind' is my blade, and all the angles of light are at my disposal, and if I want, even if I am ten steps away, I can cut you out of thin air. ”

"Shadows that follow you, blades that cover shadows—you can't get rid of it, you can't escape, that... The despair of living and dying together, can you also feel a trace of the splendor of life from it?"

With a sigh, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Middel, who curled up the corners of his mouth—a gentle smile became inexplicably terrifying!

"So... Now that we're done talking, let's start fighting each other again, using swords and guns as pens and drawing with blood!" Middlel carried the long knife and hoisted it above his head:

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, I have a hunch... You'll have more surprises for me!"

In the next second, Middell soared into the air, and the long knife in his hand instantly turned black, wrapped in shadows like a paintbrush soaked in ink, from top to bottom, slashing towards the top of the black-haired wizard's head!

Right now......

"Boom —————!!!!"

A loud roar was heard, and a startled Middel looked around vigilantly—the ground was shaking beneath his feet, and the sky above him was screaming, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

I didn't move at all, but it was as if I was falling from the edge of a cliff to the abyss!

“...... Not as if, but really going to collapse. ”

Loren slowly raised his head and stared indifferently at the Azorean elves opposite: "It's all thanks to you... If it weren't for you blocking the elves outside for me, I wouldn't have dared to use this trick in front of everyone......"

"Mine, Dream World!"

As the words fell, a huge castle rose up behind the black-haired wizard!

Broken walls, crumbling towers, ruined castles, all appear in front of you in a blink of an eye... Middlel glanced at the afterglow of his gaze, and the originally flat earth behind him had turned into an abyss at some point.

And when he raised his head, in the dark night sky, there was a round of burning black sun!

It is bleak, but it is burning;

Obviously spitting flames, but I didn't feel the slightest warmth, only the cold to the bone.

Middel looked at the scene in front of him—the whole world seemed to be torn apart, constantly shattering, twisting, and mutating under the collision of two forces... Two completely different landscapes are twisted and stacked together at the same time.

Like the end of the world.

"Dream World... I see, so it is. Middle, who was slightly stunned, suddenly burst out laughing: "The way of the samurai, the way of the wizard...... The paths are different, but the finish line is the same – fun, it's so much fun!"

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, I guessed correctly, you can bring me more surprises!hahahaha......"

The Azorean elf, who had been laughing for a long time, did not hesitate any longer, and suddenly got up, and the long knife in his hand flashed in front of him like a ghost, and attacked him like a storm.

The calm black-haired wizard looked at the attacking enemy, slowly raised the dragon tooth in his hand, and then swung it downward.

"Boom ——!"

The tip of the spear of the dragon's tooth spewed not gray-blue swords, but raging fire.

Raise the gun, lift the gun, cross the gun, and ......

Sweep forward——!

Dazzling golden-red, like a rushing flood, roared and roared, rushing towards the figure of the Azorean elf.

Everything is turned into ashes......

Flowing blades!

"Poof——!

The flames were torn to shreds in front of the "afterimage" of the long knife, and the robe on Middel's body that rushed out burned in the sea of fire, dragging the unburned flames, and rushed into the black-haired wizard within three steps of the knife, and the shadow of the tip of the knife had already taken a step forward, stabbing at the tip of the "dragon's tooth".

"Bell ——!"

Heavy and piercing notes accompanied by sparks, neither of them had any intention of retreating this time, and the blades were deflected, pressing into the other's vital point.

Two blood splatters splashed in the air at the same time.