The strength of this sword is even, and it cuts in at an oblique angle, not only tearing through the obstruction of the air smoothly, but also how ** can be easily cut under the sharp edge until it becomes two irrelevant sections.

The coldness of the steel, the sharp murderous aura, which also embodies the pure fighting spirit and the spirit of concentration, and then cut in the most suitable gap, it is precisely the moment when the small bones are powerless to fight back, no matter what, a mage can't do any counterattack and dodge in such a situation.

Achill's hand holding the sword tightened moderately, and as he watched the sword slash forward with a black light and shadow, a trace of hideousness began to appear on his face.

It is worth sacrificing a squire swordsman in exchange for a mage who is not weak, as long as the other party is killed, it is almost over, Elma and the female priest can't run far in such a short time, I can't imagine that the task can be completed so smoothly, and there is no need to go deep into the realm of light as originally thought, I have to say, it is a surprise.

But in an instant, the victory smile he had prepared froze at the corner of his lips, because the slashing sword was blocked!

A pitch-black surging mist churned out of thin air, and the cold and dead air in it was an incomparably dark element that he was familiar with, he had seen many dark mages use this spell, and even he had a way to crack it, but he didn't expect that this spell called the "dark shield" would actually appear on a monk of the Monk's Guild, and it was on the premise that the other party was a fire mage.

The first half of the sword body seemed to be mired in a quagmire, and the original strength and speed immediately disappeared without a trace, but in a moment, Archer felt that the weight of the sword was gradually decreasing, and the corrosive effect of the dark element quickly devoured the metal sword body, consuming everything that did not belong to his own domain.

Xiao Gu activated the Secret Quenching Dark Gold Ring in his hand at this critical juncture, and the high-level spell sealed inside immediately alleviated his crisis, although the effect of the dark shield was also shattered and dissipated under this blow, but it was only this line of time that he won the opportunity to fight back.

He strides. Turning around, stretching out his hand, the fire element in his palm circled wildly, at such a close distance, although Archer could pose a huge threat to himself, why not himself?

He had just reached for his hand. A sharp glint flashed in Achill's eyes, he suddenly accelerated forward, and with a "snap", he stepped forward and pinched Xiao Gu's wrist, and then lifted it up, and some of the fireballs that were dangerously condensed and formed immediately dissipated.

At the same time, Archill jerked his hand and thrust the half-cut sword into the shoulder blade of the small bone, and the knee wrapped in solid armor also pushed forward. It hit the lower abdomen of the little bone hard.

The ossicles were not very heavy, and their bodies were thrown off the ground by the blow. It was obvious that there was a dent in his belly. Even the spine in the back of the ground groaned like a shatter.

These two attacks are not a mage. Even a physically strong knight would have her internal organs ruptured under such domineering destructive power. But Achill's face changed suddenly. He felt the temperature around him soar upwards in an eerie and terrifying way. This shows that the other party is not only not dead. And it has not lost its combat effectiveness. He couldn't help but look surprised. What is the origin of this guy in front of him, and how can he have such tenacious fighting spirit and vitality?

"Humph!"

With his ground perception, he was naturally able to detect that the fire elemental was enveloping a wide area. He snorted. Grab the small bone ground and throw it down. Threw the latter to the ground like a doll. Suddenly a large cloud of smoke and dust was stirred. No matter what magic it is. As long as it is interrupted, it will not work. At such a close distance. This is an act of seeking death.

To Achill's surprise, it was. It's as if the bones of the small bones are stubbornly grasping each other together. It seemed that it was only a little bit of a blow to pieces. But in the end, it still didn't break. And that's not all. The scorching heat didn't stop either. Instead, it rises doubly. The skin on the surface of the body has become red. And felt the pain. The water in the body is leaking out at an alarming rate.

He felt it. It's not magic. Instead, he uses the crazy rhythm of the fire element to stimulate the temperature to bake the opponent. He faced the ground as if he was no longer alone. It's a stove. It seems that the lava contained in the inner ground is likely to be poured out. No matter how powerful. Achill is also a human. He also could not escape the bonds of this natural law. Fighting defenses are almost helpless against high temperatures.

"Damn it!"

In a fit of rage, Archer lifted the bones from the ground again, and as long as he broke this guy's neck, then everything would be over, yes, it would be over.

But suddenly, the originally motionless little bone raised his head, the flame in his eyes jumped, his forehead slammed forward, and a "snap" knocked on Achill's fragile nose bone, Achill's eyes were dark, the sour feeling rushed straight to his brain, and he seemed to feel something in the blood overflow, his head turned sideways, and the ears mixed with the roaring sound of the flames exploded, and there was a tearing pain in his shoulder, he roared wildly, and glared at his feet, and the body of the little bone that was kicked flew out, and he himself staggered to the side for several steps.

He shook his head vigorously, he tried to reach out and touch the weapon on his waist, but he touched an empty space, he was stunned, looked down vaguely, and suddenly let out a crazy shout, not that the weapon was gone, but that one of his was blown in two by the fireball, revealing the miserable white bones inside, and there were a few charred tendons in the broken place barely pulling half of the forearm.

Achill jumped and ripped off the half of the stump, he looked around, then slowly retreated, walked to the squire swordsman who was killed by himself, ripped a dragon spear from the latter's hand, and then gasped and walked to the small bone that fell to the ground step by step, Xiao Gu lay on the ground with his face together, he didn't feel pain, he just felt heavy, unusually heavy, it seemed that the weight of the whole body suddenly increased several times, as if every bone was filled with lead, he wanted to get up, but in the end he was only able to lift his head up, just in time to see a figure with a little vague footsteps walking towards him, he moved his fingers。 The spatial ring on his finger flashed with an imperceptible light.

Achill's eyes were bloodshot. The whole body was even more embarrassed, no one could recognize that in a moment this was still a calm and noble knight, the first chief of the guard under the command of the dark Grand Duke.

At this moment, his chest was filled with anger and madness, and he wanted to tear the small bone to pieces, which caused him not only physical damage, but also a mental blow. He had never imagined that a close combat with a mage could be so dangerous and terrifying.

With the lesson just now, he didn't dare to get too close to Xiao Gu, but stood still a few meters away, he raised his long dragon spear, aimed at the opponent's head and was about to throw it, but a violent force suddenly collided from the sideways, sending him flying out of the air, and then falling heavily to the ground. I was dizzy in my head.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to realize that it was the dwarf swordsman who had been knocked down by the bones, and the other party was rushing towards him with the huge square shield that could almost cover his body. He couldn't help but roar, "Are you crazy? I'm your master!"

But the dwarf swordsman didn't realize it, and his footsteps didn't stop rushing at all.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Achill felt that something was wrong, he had lost most of his combat power, and he couldn't stay here any longer, and the thought of "escaping" rose in his mind for the first time, and he struggled to get up with his hands and feet to get out of here, but before he stood up, the short swordsman had already rushed in front of him. Then the whole person with the shield slammed into him again, and the huge momentum and weight caused the two figures to fly out together without any suspense, and then fell firmly on the solid ground with a dull sound.

The hard surface of the wide metal shield suffocated Achill, but to his horror, he finally saw the face of the man who attacked him, it was indeed the dwarf swordsman, but the flesh on the cheeks of the other party was completely charred, and the hair, eyeballs, flesh and other things were all mixed together, and became a pile of indistinguishable things in the dry black blood stains. A large chunk of the lips was broken, and a row of white gums was exposed.

Such a "person" can no longer be called a person.

As a Dark Knight, Achill knew exactly what it was, he had seen it countless times, it was ...... One summons the undead.

Damn, isn't the other party a fire mage? How did he become a necromancer again? He felt that the world had become completely chaotic and crazy.

He breathed hard, blushing and fumbling around his waist for a one-handed axe hanging there, he knew. The only way to deal with this kind of thing is to cut off the head. Otherwise it would never stop, and he didn't want to stay in this place for a moment now. Go to his kingdom of light, go to his mission, this place is so weird, everything is so unreasonable.

But he suddenly felt that his only remaining hand seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't move, and in astonishment, he tried to raise his eyes, and he couldn't help but tremble violently, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

The burly swordsman he had struck to death with his sword was standing in front of him, one foot on his hand, half of his cheek shattered without question, and his mouth had been torn open a long slit that reached his ear, as if he were smiling strangely at him.

The burly swordsman bent down mechanically, then picked up the dragon lance, aimed the sharp tip at Archer's head, and then poked it stiffly!

Achill screamed, and twisted his body to the side, and under this desperate struggle, the "snort" of the dragon spear only pierced his shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable snort.

The burly swordsman tilted his head to look, his dead fish-like eyes a little dazed, as if he was a little puzzled by the vigor of Achill's vitality, so he pulled out his spear and poked it down again as he brought out a fountain of blood.

Archer watched the tip of the spear get closer and closer to him, this time it was unavoidable, he gritted his teeth, all the remaining fighting qi in his body condensed, a black halo violently blocked the front, a sound similar to metal collision sounded, under the Dou Qi barrier that had not yet fully cultivated and matured, the front half of the dragon spear was weirdly distorted, not only that, but the spread of the Dou Qi barrier also bounced out of the short swordsman who was pressed on his body, including the burly swordsman.

But Achill was not happy at all, using this trick, it meant that he would no longer have the strength to resist when he returned to the dark realm, at this moment his physical strength was almost exhausted, the blood was also constantly flowing, and the fighting spirit barrier could dissipate at any time, he barely struggled to get up, and staggered towards his horse.

Run! Run!

That's the only thought on his mind right now.

But even this wish may be difficult to achieve, boom, as if hit by something, he rushed forward a few steps, trying to stand still, but finally rushed forward with an unstable footing, plopped down again.

In anger, he turned his head and looked at it, Xiao Gu's hand was weakly put down, it was just a small fireball just now, it can be said that it can't cause any damage to Archer who is full of fighting qi barriers, but as long as he is knocked down, it will be enough, and the rest of the matter will naturally be solved.

The two undead stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly towards Achill.

Achill cursed, but he couldn't stand up, took a deep breath, rubbed his lips and let out a strange screech, and immediately heard the faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and in a few moments, a black steed appeared in sight, and soon came to his front.

Achill grabbed the reins of the horse and struggled to climb up, the light of the fighting spirit barrier instantly enveloped the whole horse, and he smiled strangely, although it was no longer a smile on his distorted face, but the pride in his eyes was exposed.

The two undead had already come to the front, but Achill knew very well that the Fighting Spirit Barrier could still support it for a while, and the other party had no way to take him anyway, so he suddenly let out a crazy laugh: "Come on, come on, haha......"

Hearing this arrogant laughter, the burly swordsman was a dead gray eye, but a light suddenly flashed, it seemed to be confused, but also seemed to be sober, he shook his head, looked at the fighting spirit light on Achel's body, gradually, the light in his eyes lit up, and then, he made a move that Xiao Gu didn't expect, without Xiao Gu giving an order, he took the initiative to take out a weapon from his body, a mace flail!

Xiao Gu had a strange look, and he vaguely remembered that it was this weapon that easily smashed through the divine shield on the old paladin's body, causing the latter's death.

Achill froze on his face with a loud laugh, and then he screamed wildly, kicked the ground with his feet, tugged at the reins desperately, and shouted hoarsely, "Brute, run!"

But the horse did not move, and even looked back at him, which was quite innocent.

The burly swordsman had already walked up to him and raised the flail high with a blank face.

Archer's eyes finally showed despair, he writhed on all fours, and cried out in grief, "I am not willing to ......"

"Smack!"

The flail fell heavily, as if some melon and fruit had been smashed, and the screaming stopped abruptly.