Prince Xiumi's expression was very exciting, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and then the corners of his eyes trembled in panic, he barely calmed down, and relieved himself, there is still a personal guard composed of at least a dozen swordsmen at the door, that person shouldn't be able to rush in, right?

"You don't need to be nervous. "Hedamic did not lose confidence because of that small defeat, but instead ignited his fighting spirit, because he had more powerful spells that had not yet been used, and he was a little dissatisfied with Prince Shumi's emotions, because the other party's expression showed that he was very distrustful. He couldn't help but raise his voice, as if to remind the other party not to ignore his presence: "I have laid a lot of magic traps and barriers on the way to this place in the castle, and he can't rush in alone. ”

"Oh, it's good ......" Prince Shumi was a little absent-minded, obviously he didn't listen to what the other party was saying, if Hedamic knew that his actions were the cause of Prince Shumi's uneasiness, I am afraid he would be angry and gritted his teeth, because it was his spell that verified the strength of the enemy from one side.

Hedamic stretched out his hand and waved it vigorously, and the scene in the mirror image immediately turned to the inside of the castle gate.

Beneath the frescoed roof, beams of light are shining through high-hanging windows surrounded by stone patterns and carvings, and a long line of figures is drawn up on the ground.

The blend of shadows and evening light gave birth to a deep red cloud, and twelve black-armored swordsmen stood in a neat queue in the vast hall at the entrance of the castle.

Their faces were resolute, their eyes were grim, and their blood-red cloaks hung behind them. Stirred by the occasional breeze, they held steel swords in both hands, the blades pointing straight upwards. The cold light shone brightly.

The footsteps outside were approaching, stepping into the hall step by step, and the marble slabs on the ground made an icy thump, pulling their nerves little by little.

Gradually, an illusory shadow appeared in their sight.

A certain swordsman standing in front of him couldn't help but relax, showing a little contempt and ridicule, indeed, under the comparison of their tall and burly figures and the coercion of slaughter, the thin figure seemed to be dwarfed.

But in an instant, his pupils contracted, and the people who stepped into the hall carried an indescribable aura of murder. It was as if death was slowly approaching, and the life-harvesting scythe seemed to have reached the trachea. Makes breathing sluggish.

Luo Lan stopped his steps. He looked around the hall, and behind the swordsmen was a wide staircase leading to the upper floor, which stood like a strong wall blocking the way.

Luo Lan took off the black silk gloves on the ground and threw them on the ground. He opened his fingers, gripped them tightly, and then ripped off the cloak on his body, revealing the demonic thief's leather armor inside, and the light-colored leather shoulder pads were buckled on the left side. Leather straps connect leather cuirasses. It was clinging to the long white blouse, and the wide Demon Shark belt was tied around the waist. In addition to two sharp daggers stuck in the leather sheath, there was also a sharp short sword, the black scabbard engraved with fine silver lines.

Smiling coldly, he pulled out his dagger with both hands and divided it on his sides, leaned over, bent over, and then slowly trotted forward, his speed increased little by little, and gradually marked the swordsmen in front of him like arrows off the string.

The two swordsmen in front of them took a step out with a roar, the slashing sword in their hands raised high, and then slashed down with a sharp roar that broke through the air.

Luo Lan's feet accelerated suddenly, and suddenly pierced through the gap between the two swords, and the two daggers had been sent into their chests at an incredible speed.

He let go of the dagger, quickly drew his short sword, and with a "bang", he blocked the oncoming big sword.

The wind behind him sounded, and he moved under his feet, staggering his position, and the spikes on his elbows pierced the abdomen of the man behind him, and suddenly he heard a muffled snort.

He kept moving, lowered his head, rushed forward, swept past the side of the swordsman in front of him, and waved his backhand into a blade calmly, the swordsman's sword had just been raised, and he felt a cold neck, and the strength of his body was like being sucked away, and he fell down to the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he had already ended the lives of four swordsmen, and the speed was so fast that people didn't have time to react at all.

A swordsman roared in his hand and slashed the sword from the bottom up, Luo Lan dodged with a light turn, stretched out a palm and pressed his chest, and shouted in a deep voice: "Shock!"

The whole hall seemed to shake, and dust fell in a cloud

The swordsman was shocked by Luo Lan and threw him backwards a few meters away, and knocked several swordsmen behind him into a back.

Luo Lan's body accelerated again, and a knife-like light flashed on his hand, rising up like a big bird, and with the cover of this person's body, his hands waved continuously like a play, and as the two fast and dazzling blade lights kept flashing, a bloody light appeared behind him.

"Click!"

He landed steadily on the stairs and slowly turned around, and the two swordsmen with daggers in their bodies finally fell to the ground with a bang.

The blade of light in his hand gradually faded, and the piercing blood under his feet flowed down the stairs, washing away the turbidity of the world.

Prince Xiumi, who was watching the battle, was dumbfounded, he looked at Luo Lan, his eyes were dull and said: "So, so fast......" He pointed to the mirror image, his fingers trembled, and exclaimed: "He, he's coming up." ”

Hedamic glanced at him with slight disdain, and pouted: "It's okay, at the only entrance to the open-air corridor leading to the third floor, I specially arranged an atmospheric barrier with a magic scroll, and he can't enter unless he is subjected to the continuous impact of high-level magic." ”

As he spoke, Luo Lan had already rushed to the second floor and was running towards the passage on the third floor.

The light of day began to shine in front of him, the corridor that surrounded the inner square of the castle, but he was about to run there, and when he stepped over a doorway, he felt as if he had hit some hard wall, and was bounced back.

He stared intently, and because of his impact, a white wall of air faintly flashed on the edge of the door in front of him, and countless translucent mist swirled and flowed in it like a spirit.

Luo Lan thought for a moment, he tried to reduce his speed and walk over slowly, but when he passed there, he felt as if he had encountered a large elastic net, so he only took two steps forward and pushed him out again.

His eyes flashed, his left hand grabbed the wrist of his right hand, and then pressed his right hand against the wall of qi.

This skill is a new skill that combines the attack method of the Guardian Knight with the divine arts, and after continuous battles, his divine skills and light elements have unconsciously improved to a certain level, and many skills that the Battle Priest could not use in the past have been able to be used.

An inexplicable light lit up in his palm instantly.

"Light Impact!"

"Boom!"

A dull loud bang sounded in the air, and Luo Lan was pushed back several steps by the huge anti-shock force.

The atmospheric barrier shook for a while, rippling like water waves, but there was no damage.

Luo Lan couldn't help frowning, then he smiled lightly, and actually sat down cross-legged in place.

"What is he doing?" Shumi said nervously looking down, surprised.

"Could it be...... Meditate?" Hedamic snorted and said disdainfully: "This atmospheric barrier is formed by a high concentration of qi elements, and magic attacks that do not exceed its density at a certain point cannot be breached, this person should be using an attack like the Light Divine Technique, if it is a Divine Fighting Qi, there may be a glimmer of hope, but the Light Divine Technique...... Hehe, its attack power is the lowest of all magic systems, what else can he do?"

At this time, under Luo Lan's clothes, wisps of light elements like spider silk were circulating on his arms, and that shape was clearly the protective magic that had been displayed on Dennis's arms at the beginning.

But this skill can only barely protect his arm now, and it can't be extended to the whole body like Dennis.

Now these light elements slowly converged on his body, and then flowed like water to the tips of his fingers, forming a brilliant and shimmering sharp light.

The incomparably dazzling light swept away all darkness, as if he had held a sword-shaped weapon made of the sun's rays in both hands

Luo Lan stood up and took a dozen steps back, his eyes were firmly fixed on the wall of air, bending over, squatting, and suddenly exerting force under his feet, and his body shot out with a "whoosh"!

At this moment, if someone uses the "Perception" skill to inspect, they can see that there is a dark aura fluttering on his feet.

He's using dark energy to increase his speed!

At a distance of five or six meters away from the qi wall, Luo Lan kicked hard, his body jumped high into the air, and the light saber in his hand was raised above his head, and then slashed down! There seemed to be a meteor dragging a white tail flame in the air, and the light blade that concentrated the energy and spirit of the whole body waved from the qi wall, as if tearing some cloth and making a "hissing" sound.

Luo Lan's figure hit the qi element that had not dissipated, and the colossal shock force caused him to throw backwards, he rolled in the air a few times, and then fell steadily to the ground, he was half-kneeling, and his eyes were not looking ahead for a moment.

The atmospheric shield didn't move, as if his attack was useless.

Hedamic let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "I said, it's not ......" He suddenly stopped his voice, revealing a look of disbelief.

The atmospheric barrier seemed to shake for a moment, and then with a "bang" it turned into countless debris like a burst balloon!

Luo Lan slowly stood up and walked forward firmly towards the blood sun that was about to end, the residual air flow swaying wildly, blowing the clothes on his body backwards.

Outside the mirror, Prince Xiumi's face was as dead as ashes.