Drifting smoke and dust roamed around, and the scenery shifted back and forth between clarity and blur.

Dressed in bishop's robes, Luo Lan looked at the Templar swordsmen all over the ground as if he hadn't seen them, and looked directly at Charlemagne standing in front of the portal with a sharp look.

Charlemagne's eyes flickered, he left the unconscious boy and the little girl down, his expression was more cautious than ever, and gradually, the fierceness of the beast being driven to a dead end appeared on his face, he was now facing a Bishop of Light, and a famous dragon slayer, which made the nerves in his body tense involuntarily.

"Lantiston, are you here to stop me?" the words squeezed out between his teeth, Charlemagne's swarthy face almost out of shape, and the dusty stubble trembled.

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Almost, it doesn't seem easy for you to leave." ”

Charlemagne grinned slowly, then smiled weirdly, took the hand scroll he had just grabbed in his hand to his chest, and yelled at Luo Lan: "Then, you should die too!"

The black widow standing on the side changed her face drastically, and she only had time to shout in her eagerness: "Hide!" She didn't care to observe the way anymore, turned around, and fled quickly from the same place.

Charlemagne tore the scroll in his hand violently, and a wave of earth-based magical elements scrambled to escape from the thin parchment scroll, causing a roaring tremor in the air in an instant.

The surrounding shock only lasted for a short time, and then the free earth elements quickly condensed, the stone slabs on the ground arched, and the building collapsed, as if something was about to break through the earth, and then a section of thick rock spikes like thorns burst out of the ground, striking everything on the ground in a crazy and wanton manner.

Whether it's rocks or plants, anything that comes within the scope of this magic is shattered. Crash.

Under the attack of this kind of magic, there shouldn't have been anything that could exist intact, but at this moment, a cloud of light appeared in it, and the magic rock pillar that was tens of meters high couldn't penetrate that layer of light no matter what.

Charlemagne didn't expect this magic to destroy the other party. Although this is a powerful magic scroll, he is not a magician, and the magic sealed in it can only exert less than one-third of the original power, and he just wants to delay a little time to escape from here.

But he took a step and stopped, not because he didn't want to go, but because he felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at him through the heavy gray mist, although the two sides were dozens of meters apart, they couldn't attack him anyway. But he seemed to feel as if Luo Lan could appear in front of him at any time, entangled in reason and feeling for a while, looking at the portal that was still glowing, he finally chose to trust his intuition.

Since there is no escape, it is better to look for an opportunity to kill the other party while you are still in the initiative!

Now that he had made up his mind in his heart, Charlemagne abandoned all his worries, and only the only goal left in his heart was to defeat Luo Lan, and his eyes gradually revealed the essence of a sword.

He stared straight ahead. The black fighting qi gradually condensed in the fist, and the fury and destructive power inside could be felt from a long distance, and the protective ability of the clergy was undoubtedly first-class, but at the same time. Without protection, their bodies are also extremely fragile.

If I'm not mistaken, that light should be a shield like a light enchantment, but no matter how long the protective magic is, there is a time when the shield energy is exhausted, and this magic is the best time to make a move.

As the magic of nature's divine might came to an end, the light dimmed. It seems that at any moment it may become unbearable and collapse.

Charlemagne's fierce eyes stared at it for a moment. The muscles and nerves up and down the body are in a state of being able to erupt at any time, and the naked eye can see the green tendons and blood vessels burst out on the skin surface. He was short of breath and his back arched. The legs and knees were bent, showing a posture of imminent rush, and his flushed face seemed to be like an angry hellfire bull.

Finally, the nasty light gradually disappeared, Charlemagne's eyes flashed with a trace of murderous intent, gathered the strength of his whole body and rushed out there without saying a word, because of the excessive force, but also too concentrated, so that the masonry on the ground was trampled all the way by him, the sand and gravel jumped up and down, a brutal and cruel ferocious momentum instantly diffused, and the huge body wrapped in a black light in the rumbling sound to the smoke and dust blurred the figure straight away.

Almost at the same time as the end of the shield of light, Charlemagne's figure appeared in front of Luo Lan, in which the timing and control of the sprint speed were extremely accurate, and there was almost no deviation.

At this time, Luo Lan really couldn't cast any defensive spells, he took a step to the side, dodging Charlemagne's violent impact from the front, but Charlemagne's eyes showed a trace of cunning, imagining that he was in the air did not happen, he suddenly kicked to the ground, his body suddenly stopped, and then his stout body turned extremely flexibly, stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped Luo Lan's shoulder.

All the momentum just now was just an illusion created by Charlemagne, the purpose was to fight with Luo Lan in close quarters, and now that the plan has succeeded, he can't help but be ecstatic in his heart, a clergyman's combat power in close combat can be imagined, he roared, and the fist flashing black fighting spirit slammed into Luo Lan's head at once, and even a dull roar broke out in the air.

Luo Lan's expression was extremely calm, and a golden light flashed silently on the two fingers of his left hand, and as soon as he raised his hand, he also stabbed Charlemagne's throat, which was highly condensed and light elemental to the level of almost a sharp metal, even sharper, more terrifying, and the extremely fast speed also surprised Charlemagne.

He snorted, didn't care about holding Luo Lan, and raised his arm up, but what shocked him was that the golden light actually directly broke through the defense of the fighting spirit, stabbing two bloody holes in the solid muscles of the arm, and at the same time, Luo Lan's head was just an understatement, and he avoided the imposing punch.

Charlemagne's face showed a look of cruelty, and he suddenly got up and kicked it. There was a gust of wind, and his knees slammed into Luo Lan's waist rudely.

Luo Lan snorted coldly, and with one hand, he quickly slashed down, and the edge of his palm flashed with sharp light. In one fell swoop, it broke through the black fighting qi and cut into the muscles of Charlemagne's legs, and suddenly opened a wound on the surface of the skin, and the vigorous vitality pushed fresh blood to gush out.

However, instead of dodging, Charlemagne roared angrily, and his speed and strength increased again, ignoring the injury on his leg, as if he was going to use his whole body strength to crush Luo Lan.

The light flows. The light blade on Luo Lan's palm quickly transformed into a ball of light shaped like a shield to block it, and a loud bang erupted in the solid collision of the black fighting qi, because the force used by Charlemagne was too huge and too violent, causing the two of them to throw their feet off the ground together during the impact, and crashed into a wall that had not collapsed on the side.

In the process of moving through the air, Luo Lan's gaze pulled out his other hand and opened his five fingers to press Charlemagne's face, Charlemagne was shocked. He sensed that there was a huge force that was about to erupt, and he snorted, and his head leaned back desperately, feeling a dazzling light flash in front of him. Then a huge wave of sound exploded in my ears.

"Boom!"

The two figures bounced off the air, Luo Lan slammed straight into the wall, making a muffled sound, and Charlemagne flew out more than ten meters away, smashing a crumbling house and kicking up a puff of smoke and dust in the rubble.

Charlemagne jumped to his feet almost as soon as he fell to the ground, and he removed the tattered lichen from his upper body. Muscles as solid as granite are exposed. Except for the wound that was cut by Luo Lan before, the rest of the body was still uninjured. Just took a step forward. A glance out of the corner of his eye, as if he noticed something. Then he bent down, picked up a hammer from the ruins, swung it in his hand, and laughed.

Luo Lan also slowly stood up from the spot, he patted the dust on his body, stretched out a hand, touched the wound, and after a soft light flickered, he stood up as if nothing happened, seeing the corners of Charlemagne's eyes jump sharply, and a chill appeared in his heart.

Luo Lan lifted his hood, revealing his face, he straightened his neckline, and said lightly: "Your Excellency Charlemagne, if you only have these skills, it will disappoint me too much." ”

Charlemagne was stunned, his face darkened, and he sneered: "Bishop Lantiston, you may have said this too early, and you may not have the absolute upper hand in the battle just now, right?"

Luo Lan shook his head and said: "Although Your Excellency Charlemagne's mastery of Dou Qi has reached level thirteen or above, the essence of your Dou Qi is power-type, and the power is indeed very huge, and you have given up your skills and speed, and use absolute power and impact power to hit the enemy and crush the enemy, all the people who are attacked by you will be like being knocked by a heavy weapon, the bones will be shattered, and even the internal organs will be broken, ordinary people are indeed powerless in front of you, even if it is a slightly lower level paladin, there is only one way to retreat, but ......"

The corners of Luo Lan's mouth tugged: "You should also see that a simple power attack can't defeat me, no matter how much power and blow your limbs exert on me, but under my Light Healing Technique, everything is useless." ”

Charlemagne's pupils shrank and said, "What do you want to say?"

Luo Lan smiled slightly, and said, "It's just a waste of time to fight like this, I'm interested," his voice suddenly lowered, and he said in a deep voice: "It's just a secret on your body." ”

Charlemagne glanced at Luo Lan seriously, his eyes gradually narrowed, then he grinned, hehe chuckled, and in the end, he even hugged his head and looked up to the sky and laughed, and then the laughter stopped suddenly, he slowly lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "This is your own death!"

He slowly stretched out his fingers, and actually inserted them directly into his right eye socket, and then dug out a metal eyeball, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and tilted his neck, swallowing the red liquid that flowed out of it like blood, and after a while, his body trembled violently, and vaguely seemed to swell in a large circle, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already blood-red, and he sneered: "Now, let you see the true strength of the Divine Descendant Clan." ”