Ibusel stood on the sixth floor.

He raised his spear and looked at the deep passage below, and the black fighting qi kept dancing like a flame in his body.

His astonishing eyesight could see even the figure hidden in the darkness, his pupils shrank slightly, and a man with a white-gold aura wrapped around his body walked up unhurriedly from the other end of the passage.

Because of the hood, he couldn't see the person's face clearly, only the bishop's robe, which represented his status and status.

The man did not take the staff, nor did he follow the obedience that was rightfully served.

Just the first glance at it, Ibsayle's heart rose with unprecedented vigilance.

He could see the person clearly, but when he used "perception" to look at the other person, he only captured a vague bit of information, as if it could disappear at any moment.

Although there is a gap of hundreds of meters between them, you must know that now his fighting spirit is changing towards the sensory nature of the dragon clan, and it is the perception of the dragon clan that he has at this moment, and the sensitivity of his senses and the surface of his skin has increased several times compared to before, even so, he still can't accurately lock on to the opponent.

"Lunditt Landiston?"

The person below stood still, looked up, and said calmly, "It's me." ”

Although standing below, the momentum of the other party did not weaken, but faintly expanded.

Obviously, this is an opponent who has been through a hundred battles and has knocked down countless strong men.

Like him, it was an unbreakable faith made of steel and blood.

"I'm the Lancer Ibsel," Ibsaille nodded slightly, "I pay my respects to Lord Bishop Rantiston, and from now on, as an opponent of equal status, I challenge you." ”

Instead of the disdainful posture he had when he fought with Uther, he made a solemn declaration to Luo Lan, who was equal in status and even beyond.

"Knight of Ibsel?" Luo Lan thought for a moment and said, "I think I seem to have heard of this name, by the way, I remember that you seem to have a fiancée who is Miss Elma, the daughter of the Grand Duke of Zner?"

Iblcell smiled lightly and said, "There is indeed such a thing, but I don't seem to remember the name of this woman, I will definitely ask when I go back." ”

When Luo Lan was conquest of Shaloman, he had brought the girl who claimed to be Ibsell's fiancée back to the kingdom of light, and now looking at Ibsell's expression, it seems that there are other stories in it, but this is not within his care.

"Then, please let me see your strength, I hope you don't disappoint me" A huge light appeared on the tip of the spear, and it was faintly as if a dragon roar could be heard vibrating in the air.

The black-red gas-like flames spread throughout the barrel of the spear, and Ibusel's muscles tensed, and his hand was raised inch by inch, and then slammed down

rumble

As if thunder was slashing down from the sky, and as if the fury of a god was falling out of thin air, a thick red fighting qi rushed out along the passage.

It was like a torrent of lava, and where it passed, the stone walls of the corridor trembled, peeling off large and small stones.

At the moment when the Dou Qi bombarded out, Ibusel also kicked his feet, and at the same time rushed down, his speed became faster and faster, and he flew away like an arrow from the string.

His muscles, bones, and blood are rapidly transforming in the process of sprinting, and the bulging muscles are retreating little by little, becoming more streamlined, and his body is gradually becoming lighter.

This blow made full use of the terrain, and it seemed that there was no return, but in fact, there were many hidden backhands.

Luo Lan stood there motionless, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he seemed to be stunned because he had no way out, but Ibusel's expression became more and more solemn.

The distance of dozens of meters came in an instant, and Ibusel let out a loud shout, and the tip of his dragon spear actually came out from behind the fighting qi and stabbed at Luo Lan's chest

Just as the tip of the spear was about to approach the target, a dazzling light pierced the surrounding darkness, and a shield of light suddenly rose, covering Luo Lan's entire person in the narrow corridor.

The sudden disappearance of the opponent did not affect Ibsel, not even the arm holding the gun did not shake even a little, it was still extremely stable, this shot was also unswervingly stabbed, he had this confidence, under the offensive he led this time, the opponent had no way to make a counterattack in this adversity.

His perception was also firmly locked on his opponent at the same time.

With a "snort", the light shield broke, and countless points of light scattered in all directions like flying fireflies.

It's not as thick as it seems.

However, to Ibsel's surprise, he suddenly lost the trace of his opponent in his perception, and not only that, but he was also empty behind the shattered shield of light.

No moving sounds, no breath, no smells, nothing

The other party's whole person disappeared alive under his nose?

What's going on?

Countless possibilities crossed my mind in an instant.

Just this slight doubt, his movements involuntarily slowed down.

But the next moment, his eyebrows jumped violently.

Luo Lan's figure reappeared, still standing in place, as if he had never moved.

It's just that his body takes on a curved shape, which just avoids the position that originally stabbed him in the chest.

"Smack"

Luo Lan's two hands glowed with a white-gold light and pressed on the front of the dragon lance.

"Boom"

A huge force erupted, the exchange of two forces, causing the dust to ripple in the air in circles, Ibusel was forced to change the direction of the dragon lance because of the sharp stabbing dragon lance, forced to cause him to stab at the stone wall of the corridor, crackling and shattering stones were burst out one after another, the huge force carried by the dragon lance drew a deep arc groove on the corridor wall.

Ibusel's figure couldn't help but pause, if it weren't for the particularity of this dragon lance, which could vent the excess power in the constant trembling, I am afraid that even he himself would be shocked and his arm would be broken.

Even so, he still felt tightness in his chest and a dull pain in his arm.

Luo Lan's whole person rolled backwards in the air, followed by him was the fighting energy like a dragon's breath, he stretched out his hand in the air, and one after another shields of light rose behind him like a barrier, after penetrating seven light shields one after another, he landed steadily, and as he raised one hand high, a blade of light flashed leisurely in the palm of his hand,

He stared at the mass of fighting energy as it almost reached the tip of his nose, and suddenly waved his hand down

"Snort"

Like silk divided into parts, the light of the fighting spirit was evenly divided, dissolved, and then collapsed in a seemingly nonexistent wail.

Ibusel was rapidly retreating, small steps under his feet, the dragon's roar made his body extremely agile, and he had the speed of a silver dragon at the moment, although it was facing the opponent's backwards, it was no slower than a one-man sprint with all his might.

As a high-level spear knight, he does not simply fight blindly, but always pays attention to strategy and tactics.

He had realized his mistake, and in a small environment, his strength was certainly able to overwhelm his opponent, but it was because his opponent was Uther, and now he was facing Landiston, and instead of being able to exert his due strength, his seven-meter dragon spear was caught by the opponent and cracked his attack.

He would never make the same mistake again, so he immediately gave up the battle in the corridor and took the initiative to retreat, trying to attract the other party to the open hall on the sixth floor for another decisive battle.

Fortunately, he didn't expect to defeat his opponent with a single attack, and the attack just now was more just a test, and now he knew that there was no way to take Rantiston with ordinary means, and he stared at the figure opposite, while thinking about what kind of battle to take next.

"Defense...... Superb, worthy of being a bishop of the Holy See......"

"Speed...... Superb yet,"

"Tricks...... Almost perfect. ”

“...... It's the type I hate the most. ”

"Only strength can overwhelm him, but in this way, the speed and skill are slightly lacking......"

"Well, that's it, but there's only one chance......"

His steps suddenly stopped, stopping him from retreating.

He stood firmly at the exit of the sixth floor, and smiled at Luo Lan.

But at this time, suddenly, an unpredictable coercion fell from the sky, enveloping all the people, the entire temple, and the entire Noah Bora Kingdom.

Several dark mages on the seventh floor suddenly exclaimed, and they were shocked to find that the originally ubiquitous dark elemental seemed to suddenly be far away from them, while at the same time, the other elements became extremely active.

"It's the 'Elemental Frontier' of Emperor Adriman"

The body of one of the "men" of the Dark Council trembled slightly, and he stretched out his dry hand to snatch the Horn of the Abyss from Baron Ulak's hand, and his hoarse voice revealed a trace of inexplicable excitement: "Has it finally begun?"

In the atmospheric mirror image displayed in the Mage Tower, groups of mages are moving towards the temple, they are the mages that Adriman has summoned from various mage towers.

Although he is the Emperor, there are only a few hundred mages that Adriman can directly mobilize, but these people know very well in their hearts that after this battle, as long as all the people of the Dark Council are eliminated here, the situation will be completely different, and Abner is likely to become a new monk chief, and everything in the Mage Guild will probably be rewritten at that time.

At this time, Luo Lan was advancing to the sixth layer, and in the confrontation just now, both of them felt that the other party was not simple.

Suddenly, the body paused, as if sensing something, and couldn't help but raise its head slightly.

It was a majestic force that was simply irresistible, and it descended from the sky and descended on this temple without warning.

It was a pervasive spiritual coercion, and he clearly sensed that in this realm, the dark elemental was confined to life, while the activity of other elements, including the light element, was multiplying, and it was still boiling in an outrageous manner.

Is it Adriman?

From the very beginning, he felt that there was a person silently peeking at the temple, as if he was ready for something, and he had thought it was aimed at him, but now it seemed that the answer had been revealed.

Is this the power of kings?

Monarchs, they are the ones who are most adapted to the rules, and they fight in such a way that they can bring out the best in their own favor, and suppress the worst in their lowest position.

In the case of the French Emperor Adriman, as long as he stands within the scope of his law, as long as any mage does not reach this level, there is only one choice, that is, he is forced to compete with him for the level of ability to manipulate the elements, and this result is naturally self-evident, and the most terrifying thing is that such a gap in strength is not at all something that can be made up by the difference in numbers.

All the strong people at this level are people who have stood at the highest point in a certain field, and each one is unique.

That's why they are called "kings"

This is a rare opportunity, Luo Lan closed his eyes, silently experiencing this new feeling.

His heart moved slightly, and he sensed that there was something he was extremely familiar with in this spiritual realm, as if he had encountered it somewhere, and unconsciously, his spirit pursued this rather familiar aura all the way up......

"Boom"

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he saw a magic circle, a white-haired old man standing in the center of the array, and a white bone stone slowly rotating above his head.

The old man realized something, looked up and looked up, as if he had discovered his existence, Luo Lan's eyelids jumped slightly, and this picture shattered again.

Demon bones

It's a demon bone

It is from it that familiar breath emanates

Before Luo Lan could think about it, suddenly, the two demon bones in his arms resonated with joy, and it seemed that they might struggle to leap away at any time to find their companions.

With a "boom", the world in front of him changed again.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the sight that had disappeared in his mind in the underworld had reappeared, only this time it became clearer, and it did not dissipate.

It was as if he felt his spirit had been completely immersed in this vast space.

He finally saw the line in the void, and countless points of light representing rules were spinning rapidly, and they kept changing and combining, as if showing all the rules and changes in this world one by one.

A kind of realization rose in Luo Lan's heart, he seemed to remember something, but he didn't seem to remember anything.

I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to hear something, and the world in front of him collapsed again.

Once again, he is back to reality.

But the world seems to be different.

In his opinion, the elements and dark energy in his body were no longer so mysterious, they had been presented to him in a more direct and indescribable state.

If I had to explain, then they seemed to have become his hands and feet, his blood, his children, everything about them had become no secret in his eyes, they were completely open to him, and even a part of Luo Lan himself.

"Is that so?" Luo Lan sighed softly.

At this moment, at the intersection of the sixth floor, Ibsel suddenly found that this terrible opponent was actually standing motionless, as if something had happened.

In fact, just now at the moment when the "Elemental Boundary" shrouded him, he was also affected to varying degrees, but now it seems that the other party has been more seriously affected by this change.

At first, he thought it was a fake, but then he dismissed the idea.

opportunity

Ibusel pinched the dragon lance, his pupils suddenly constricted, his spirit became extremely concentrated, black and red light rose from behind him, and then a "whew" completely converged on the dragon lance, as if it was completely ignited.

There was silence all around, and after a moment, there was a sudden burst of an astonishing shout, kicking his legs, twisting his waist, stretching his arms, and the dragon spear flew out of his hand

"Lethal Gun Throwing"

Until the dragon lance was out of his hand, Ibusel leaned forward, one foot volleyed in the air, this posture of throwing the spear seemed to be frozen in the world, his eyes followed the flying dragon lance, which gathered his will, his spirit, his fighting spirit, and even his vitality

It almost turned into a flash of light, and instantly crossed a distance of dozens of meters and stabbed towards Luo Lan's body.

Luo Lan still lowered his head, as if he was in deep thought, and did not react.

At the moment when the dragon spear was about to arrive in front of him, Luo Lan's head moved slightly, as if carelessly, as if very casual, his fingers stretched out, and with a light touch in the air, the dragon spear that had already flown in front of him suddenly slowed down, as if it had fallen into a stagnant swamp in the air, becoming slower and slower, the tip of the spear in the first half was blocked, while the body of the spear in the second half was still struggling forward, which actually caused the whole gun to be seriously distorted.

A flash of light flashed in Luo Lan's eyes, his fingertips were slightly offset, and the spear seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer in the air, and suddenly turned his head, spun and bounced diagonally upward, and after turning dozens of circles, it was nailed into the rock slab of the zenith with a "grab".

Ibsel watched in amazement, what seemed like a very slow process took place in a matter of moments.

In his perception, he clearly saw that there was first a layer of distorted qi surging constantly, interfering with the advance of the dragon spear, and then layers of light elements and substances similar to dark energy were blocking the body of the spear faster or slower, and in a short period of time, they actually converged, dispersed, piled up, and squeezed each other changed thousands of times.

Obviously, these elements did not differ in any way from the previous ones, not even increased or decreased, and there was no real change

But their speed and activity are as if they have life.

Replacing it with himself, at most, he can only make the fighting spirit different in nature, and as for the change, in such a short period of time, at most five or six times has already reached the limit.

This is no longer something that can be done by mere skill, it is a unique way of fighting that belongs to those who have mastered certain rules and truly seen the truth.

If I had to name such a person, it would be......

Ibusel lost his usual composure, his voice mixed with fear and anger, with a slight tremor in his dryness.

"Jun ...... King"

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...... V