"Boom ————!!!!"

The sound of violent cracking echoed in his ears, and the charging and shouting knights were instantly engulfed in countless flames and explosions, and the smoke mixed with ashes was extremely dazzling in the dancing north wind.

The expressionless Loren stared at the dazzling firelight, and there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of his eyes - without opening the "valve", the unreserved "Turin Fire" was also quite a heavy load, and he could already feel the tingling in his temples and neck.

That was a harbinger of imminent exhaustion.

This is the flaw of all "spellcasters" ... Even if a way can be found to solve the corrosion of the Void Power, the energy of human beings is extremely limited, and any high-level spell must be cautious, and there is no room for squandering.

Touching the Void is an extremely dangerous move, and trying to use the power of the Void directly like the spellcasters is simply dancing on a tightrope - the slightest mistake can be drained of energy and fall into complete madness, or the influence of the power of the Void can be twisted and mutated.

In comparison, blowing up the brain directly seems to be a very "ideal" way to die.

The boiling flames gradually dissipated, gradually extinguishing at a speed visible to the naked eye in the icy blizzard.

The black-haired wizard sighed softly, his expression somewhat helpless... After all, this is a cold place in the far north, and the power of the "Turin Fire" has been sharply reduced as he expected, otherwise he would not have tried his best to leave even the slightest backup means.

But it was all worth it, at least taking out the knight of the guard of Farnesis and solving a hidden danger by the way, completely destroying Conod's plan, and in general it was not ......

In the next second, Loren's expression gradually changed from sighing to shock, his dilated pupils suddenly contracted, his brain went blank, and it took nearly four seconds to realize that he had just lost his mind!

In the cold wind, the smoke and dust gradually faded...... There was a huge gap in the center of the fire-blasted wreckage, and it was just... It's like ......

It's like being split!

The one-handed sword-wielding guard knight stood in the center of the gap with his head bowed, his left hand holding the blade of the sword straight at the black-haired wizard five steps away, and the sword body still carried the flame that had not dispersed, exuding a bright red like lava!

Loren's pupils were left with only surprise, staring motionlessly at the blade that split the flames, desperately trying to find an answer.

How is this possible?!

Even if the knight's sword is mixed with Mithril's forged sword, it can only neutralize the distorted power of the void at most, and resist a little damage - it is absolutely impossible to directly split the "Turin Fire" in the middle like the Guardian Knight!

"You guessed one thing wrong when you were in Crucible......" The Guardian Knight spoke slowly, a voice that echoed like hell:

"The sword in my hand is not a knight's sword forged with Mithril, and it is not a weapon I once had. ”

Loren's face turned cold, and he forcibly grasped the shiny silver hilt at his waist with a strong composure.

"It was a 'gift' from Archbishop Innocent before Lord Farnesis went to Ebolden to give his ordination, and it once belonged to the sword of His Majesty Brandon I, the sixth generation 'sage'. ”

"Its name is 'Bright Star'!"

The Guardian Knight slowly raised his head, his fanatical gaze and the eyes of the black-haired wizard looked directly at him: "The only material used to forge it is Mithril!"

"In front of it, there is no such thing as a constant chop!"

The dazzling red color gradually faded, and the long sword full of crumbles once again regained its original appearance, the unpretentious and cold sword body.

The black-haired wizard twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression of surprise gradually turning into some kind of helpless self-deprecation.

According to the records of the Wizard's Tower, there are only a handful of Mithril weapons in the entire empire, and most of them are family heirlooms of the dukes, and it is very difficult to find any of them.

But he encountered it, and it was still the sword of the 'sage' Brandon I, the famous "Bright Star", and it was so coincidentally that it fell into the hands of the Guardian Knight......

It's unstoppable——!

In a moment of shock, the black-haired wizard had already pulled out a bright silver frame in front of him, and the cold blade of the sword swallowed gray-blue flames.

Squinting his eyes, he carefully watched every small movement of the guard knight, every breath.

The blood-stained right arm still hung down at his side, proving that the injuries on his body had not yet recovered, but as long as the "bright star" was still there, the few "high-level spells" he had were sealed.

Not to mention that with his current dry energy, it is very difficult to maintain "transcendent perception" and the bright silver in his hand.

After having to give up the spell, the last resort is still face-to-face fighting......

The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth tugged at a wry smile.

Knowing that this would be the case, the sword should have been aimed at his heart just now.

In the next moment, the black-haired wizard moved without warning, and a gray-blue afterimage burst like a beam of light towards the guard knight standing in the middle of the flames.

With both hands clenching the hilt of the sword, Loren stabbed him in the chest without reservation!

"O my lord, give me the strength to overcome your enemies——!"

The chanting knight of the Guardian showed no intention of flinching, and his only remaining left arm brandished a cold and unpretentious star—instead of dodging the black-haired wizard's sword, he aimed it at his head and slashed head-on!

The broken right arm caused the guard knight to lose the balance of his body, and the deflected blade allowed the black-haired wizard to outperform his sword, and gray-blue flames stabbed in.

"Poof——!

The moment he turned sideways, the guard knight dodged the vital point, and the sword stabbed into the right side of his body, tearing the flesh, tendons, blood vessels, ribs, and half of the lung lobe to pieces!

In an instant, Loren dodged the sword that the Guardian Knight had tried so hard to dodge, leaving only a deep wound on his left shoulder.

In the frenzied eyes of the guard knight, Loren, who flashed sideways, raised the bright silver expressionlessly, and the sparks that slid through the spine of the sword slashed away and slashed away from the bright star in his hand.

The sword is out of hand!

Finally, the unsupported Guardian Knight was kicked to the ground by the black-haired wizard, and Loren had already pulled out the knight's longsword behind his back with his right hand, and the falling blade smashed through the shoulder blades of the Guardian Knight, nailing him to the cold snow.

"It looks like the Holy Cross did not answer your prayers this time, Your Excellency the Guardian Knight of Fanecis!"

An unceremonious Loren kicked him in the chest, gasping for breath and coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood: "If I had healed in such an instant as I did the last time you were in Crucible, I might have died here!"

"But unfortunately, this must not be the same as you thought, right?"

The cold-faced knight of the guard did not answer, his eyes were still only fanatical and resolute, and if it were not for the slight twitching of his body, he would have been mistaken for death.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you out alive. The dark-haired wizard with a blank face said in a "small talk" tone, "If you don't mind, can you start saying your last words?"

The guard knight slowly raised his head, looking at those fanatical eyes, even if the other party was already lying down, Loren would still feel creepy.

"Loren Turin, you are wrong again. His voice was resolute:

"The Holy Cross has answered my prayers!"

Loren sighed, he didn't want to fight the dying man, he just shrugged his shoulders - although the action made the corners of his mouth twitch a few times in pain.

"I promised the crown prince Connad that he would deal with his brother by a terrible accident, for he had given me a sinful but justified and unassailable reason!"

"But the moment I noticed your presence, I gave up. ”

"Then I'm really flattered. Loren said coldly.

"Because compared to Brandon de Salion, you're the one who has to be killed!"

In an instant, the guard knight suddenly stood up, let the long sword tear his shoulder, and grabbed Loren's left hand: "The thunder of the north has already brought judgment on you——!"

"Boom ——!!!!"

The sudden loud noise made Loren's mind blank for a moment, and the next second he suddenly looked back at the top of Cliff Mountain.

The white waves have swept in!