"These are all spirit swords? How powerful is it to manipulate them? No, it can't be, it must be a bluff! ”

Lu Buwu stared blankly at the countless flying swords above as if they were about to block the sky, and muttered in disbelief.

I saw dense flying swords, hovering in the air covering the sky and the sun, just like a school of fish swimming with the waves, neat to spectacular, but you can clearly feel the agility of each individual.

"You think you can scare me with some tricks?"

Half a lifetime of hard accumulation, but only one spirit sword can be reused. The old man, known as the drunken sword idiot, looked at the spectacular scenery in the sky, but showed his hysterical and crazy side.

"Trick up! Break it for me! ”

The already hoarse voice, under Lu Buwu's desperate roar, was like a leaky bellows, piercing to death.

The fire sword that was hanging in place with a little hesitation seemed to be startled by Lu Buwu, who was wide open with angry eyes and bloodshots, and galloped towards the group of flying swords in the sky.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong, Qiang."

Crashing all the way, the fire sword was finally repelled by the numerous flying swords, spinning extremely fast in mid-air, leaving behind a circular afterimage, and finally inserted into the hard floor of the fighting arena.

Lu Buwu, who saw all this in his eyes on the side, looked at the fire sword with a dim light, and suddenly exclaimed in disbelief.

"Really? Each sword is as strong as my 'red' sword? But how is this possible? ”

Just when Lu Buwu was shaking his mind in despair, Zheng Ming pinched the trick with his left hand to assist, and pointed at Lu Buwu with his right hand.

Seeing the "school of fish" flying freely in the sky above, as if they had been guided, they pointed their swords directly at Lu Buwu, and then poured down like raindrops.

And Zheng Ming himself was holding a long sword, calmly walking towards Lu Buwu step by step in this sword rain.

"Damn, you forced me!"

Zheng Ming vaguely heard the roar of Lu Buwu, who was shrouded in a rain of swords. Looming in the roaring arena.

Zheng Ming, who looked stunned and moved forward confidently, suddenly shrank his pupils, and stretched out his hand to point upwards without thinking.

Under the guidance of his gestures and divine thoughts, the flying sword that was constantly attacking Lu Buwu suddenly circled in the low air, and then scrambled to fly up again.

However, Zheng Ming's actions were a little late after all. Large swaths of flying swords are constantly falling like dead insects and birds, and even some of the flying swords that escaped are also spiritual. As if drunk, it staggered and crashed into the surrounding flying swords, causing a commotion in the group of flying swords.

And Lu Buwu himself had long been unable to see his figure clearly, only the cold air that seemed to be like a substance kept rolling around from the position he had stood before. In the blink of an eye, nearly a quarter of the range of the fighting arena was enveloped.

Seeing the blue-black ominous aura emitting a white mist spreading rapidly, Zheng Ming retreated again and again, and was finally blocked by the protective shield behind him.

Glancing at the arm with cold hair standing upright, Zheng Ming's eyes flashed and he looked at the frozen area that had occupied most of the fighting arena space.

"This chill...... I was able to react so much before I was touched. It seems that if you are really invaded by this ability, you will have to shed your skin if you don't die. ”

The resistance of Zheng Ming's body can be said to be very strong, which he has long been aware of, and it has also been tested and certified by the evaluation agency. Even when he encountered this cold air, he reacted in this way, which shows the strength of this ability. If it is an ordinary human body, even if it barely survives with the energy in the body, it will be invincible to the invasion of low temperature and suffer frostbite.

Without waiting for Zheng Ming to think of appropriate countermeasures, the cold air had already spread in front of him. Without thinking too much about it, he had no choice but to activate the Flame Breath ability.

The ancient dragon patterns engraved on Zuobi turned red, emitting an astonishing amount of heat like a soldering iron. Around Zheng Ming, the phantom of the ancient dragon reappeared.

Under the outline of the blood qi, the ancient dragon became more and more solid. A massive amount of primordial qi poured out, all converging at the ancient dragon's head, forming a blazing white light.

"Long Yan breathes."

The core is blazing white, the middle layer is blue, and the exterior is orange and yellow, like a liquid flame, spewing out from the dragon's head, colliding with the cold mist that constantly stretches out its tentacles like a monster.

"Sneer—"

It is as if hot oil meets cold water, and there is a constant splash of water vapor in the violent snort. Thick steam continued to rise from the junction of the two sides, forming a cloud over the arena in the blink of an eye.

……

On the other side, the lazy man sitting in the commentary seat glanced at the fighting arena below that was obscured by the white mist, and vaguely glanced at the Extreme Freeze Mage beside him.

"Hey——, the wine sword idiot still has the ability of the frost attribute, it's really unexpected." After speaking, he waited for a while, and seeing that the Extreme Frost Mage did not answer, he continued to press step by step: "But this ability looks familiar." Mage Polar Freeze, what do you think? ”

Seeing this, the Extreme Frost Mage, who had been silent on the side, looked directly at the slacker's suspicious gaze, and said indifferently with an expressionless face: "This is indeed my ability, is there any problem?" There is no rule in the arena that you cannot use spiritual artifacts. The fighting arena only looks at whether you have strength or not, and it doesn't care where your strength comes from. ”

The lazy man changed his lazy appearance, and his sleepy-eyed eyes unexpectedly showed a rare compelling light.

He looked at the indifferent Extreme Freeze Mage for a moment, smiled, and looked away: "Hehe, that's what I said." ”

Although he was very disgusted with the other party's behavior in his heart, there was no need for him to stand up for Zheng Mingqiang, who he didn't know.

finally got rid of those things that made people sad and angry, and found a clear water job to make a living, there is no need to take the initiative to wade into troubled waters for these things.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

……

The moment the arena's vision was enveloped, lasers crisscrossed the perimeter of the arena. After these lasers scanned the fighting arena from top to bottom, the battle between Zheng Ming and Lu Buwu under the fog was suddenly presented in front of the audience's eyes in the form of a delicate and brilliant person.

"Waste. Thanks to him, he promised me that he would kill that kid. If I really believe him, those spiritual treasures are blind! In the ordinary audience, Prince Morgan, who was hiding his identity and mixed in, gritted his teeth and said.

The entourage who accompanied him here closed their mouths in amusement when they saw him clenching his fists.

On the other side, in the private room where Bai Su and Qin Ze were, a tall woman in a loose white robe and a young man dressed as a mage flashed a white light in their eyes at the same time.

"Priest Saiya, Master Matt? Did something happen? ”

Sensing the subtle fluctuations coming from the two of them, the young talent of Star Landing City, who was accompanying them, asked out with a puzzled face.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just saw the wonderful fights in the fighting ring, and I had to sincerely admire the strength of your side, and at the same time, I had some itchy skills. Matt swept away the fluctuating light energy and replied with a warm smile.

Saiyan also crossed his hands and touched his chest, and after making a bow, he replied in a polite and soft voice, "The light is with us." Thank you for your heart, it's our rudeness. ”

The young man who had just asked out loud didn't think much about it, and looked away from the appreciative gaze that was vaguely glancing at Saiya's body, revealing a hearty smile.

"Haha, the two of them are worthy of being outstanding powerhouses of the younger generation, understandable, excusable!"

Everyone in the box lost interest and looked away, and Saiya and Matt, who had always been smiling, glanced at each other, and looked at the fighting arena below with a heavy heart.

……

Except for the box where Bai Su and Tianhao are located and the box where Wu Jun, Jian Xian and others are located. In another box.

Dressed in a jet-black robe trimmed with gold wires, his beard and hair were all white, dragged to his waist and abdomen, and the short old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes also looked intently at the fighting arena below.

"The Great Sage of Merlin?"

Hearing the sound of confusion coming from behind him, Merlin let go of the white jade ball that was tightly pinched under his robe, and answered softly, "Well, it's okay." It's just that I suddenly became a little interested in the martial arts below. Leave me alone. ”

Seeing Merlin's words, the retinue, dressed in a platinum slim uniform and wearing a knight's two-handed sword at his waist, retreated to the same place.

Although he was very puzzled why Merlin suddenly became interested in the fight below, he even stood up abruptly and leaned in front of the wall of the box. However, he was still interested and did not ask.

He doesn't ask anything he doesn't need to know. This is his duty as the chief of the knight bodyguard. He thought to himself, leaving his curiosity behind.

……

In the fighting arena, because Zheng Ming kept spitting out flames to counteract the cold, the white mist continued to rise, filling the entire fighting arena into milky white.

Although the cold energy, both the condensation and the power were more than a step stronger than Zheng Ming's flame breath. However, after all, it was a dead thing that had been instilled with ability in advance, and under Zheng Ming's perseverance, this tug-of-war finally ended with Zheng Ming's victory.

Although his physical vision was limited, with the assistance of his spiritual vision, Zheng Ming could still see the situation in front of him clearly.

If what he expected was right, this cold ability, which was obviously different from Lu Buwu, did not come from himself. So after the cold energy was successfully blocked, he, who was already a little tired, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"A one-time area attack treasure?" Looking at the scene in front of the "eyes" filled with the energy of the three people, Zheng Ming secretly said in his heart.

Looking up, the originally dense flying sword had been frozen by the cold at this time, and only a small part of it was left, still maintaining its spirituality, hovering behind Zheng Ming's head.

"Go!"

Zheng Ming stretched out his hand and pointed at the figure representing Lu Buwu in the depths of the mist, and the flying swords that were still hiding behind him just now suddenly left an afterimage of the Dao in mid-air like a dog's leg promised by their master, drawing a smart line and stabbing straight towards Lu Buwu.

"Another strange energy. This guy is so rich? ”

No wonder Zheng Ming was surprised, what he could use when facing him was at least a treasure above the middle level of the madness. These things can't be purchased with just a wealth point, and with Zheng Ming's current authority, he doesn't even have access to these treasures that require high authority to get his hands on.

Therefore, seeing Lu Buwu take out this kind of scarce thing that can be used without spending more energy on his own, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled and surprised. You must know that most strong people spend most of their savings, just to make their own strength to the next level. This kind of treasure itself represents the combat power of the mad level middle or above, and its rarity can be imagined.

It was as if the sound of a sharp blade slashing on the hardwood sounded one after another, and then in Zheng Ming's spiritual vision, Lu Buwu's body was suddenly enveloped by humanoid creatures, and then a thousand feet of white light bloomed.

"When the long, when the long, when the long, when the long......"

The flying sword that pierced into the depths of the white mist was lifted and scattered, and the sound of the flying sword falling to the ground sounded one after another from all directions.

When the blooming white light dissipated, Zheng Ming suddenly saw the humanoid creature formed by the condensation of the white light.

It was a humanoid creature with a bumpy body, three pairs of light wings on its back, and a faint flow of golden light around it. From the aura of divine energy, Zheng Ming felt a familiar taste.

"Lightwing?"

In an instant, the image of the other party reminded Zheng Ming of the experience in the illusion. But when he looked closely, he found a subtle difference.

"No, the breath is a little different. The mental power is as calm as a dead silence, and there is no emotion or intellect. This is an angel? ”

No wonder Zheng Ming exclaimed, it was really the "thing" in front of him, which seemed to be more in line with the angel image in Zheng Ming's impression. A multi-winged war machine, sacred, emotionally fearless, and not even gendered.

Just when Zheng Ming was in doubt, the "angel" who covered Lu Buwu with his wings to block the attack stood up.

At the same moment, Zheng Ming seemed to feel the gaze from the other party, and at the same time, a strange feeling flowed through his heart.

Under the scorching divine aura like an ocean, Zheng Ming didn't dare to act rashly, but just stood in place, maintaining a posture that could shoot at any time, and looked in the direction where Lu Buwu was vigilantly.

And that "angel" didn't seem to have any intention of making a move immediately, but just stared at Zheng Ming from afar with the gaze that Zheng Ming could clearly feel.

For a moment, the scene suddenly fell into an eerie calm.

……

"It seems that the wine sword has hidden a lot of hole cards. If my expectations are correct, this should be the 'Holy Messenger' of the human forces in the northwest, which has been created by the Church of Light in recent years. It can be said that it is the hole card and cornerstone of their rapid rise, and they are called the gift of the God of Light by their Church of Light. I didn't expect that the drunken sword idiot player would also use such a 'sacred' method, and I don't know when he took refuge in the light? ”

On the commentary stage, the lazy man's expression was disdainful, and his tone was full of undisguised sarcasm.

Under his gaze, the face of the Extreme Frost Mage became worse and worse, but he still couldn't help but say, "Everyone in our Heavenly Human Domain believes in freedom......

Before he could finish speaking, the slacker unceremoniously interrupted him: "Yes! But only by faith! It's obvious that Lu Buwu crossed the line! ”

Like the angry slacker, the crowd in the box also showed an indescribable sense of oppression.

Needless to say, the box where Bai Su, Tianhao and other young people were located, almost surrounded Matt and Saiya to ask for an explanation.

On the other side, the box where Wu Jun and the others were also fell into a solemn atmosphere.

Demon Mountain: "Hehe, the allies who came to communicate have done a lot of things unconsciously. ”

Cylla: "It's okay to make small moves, but we dare to show it openly, and we are really underestimated." ”

Sword Immortal: "Should I say confident or stupid?" Was it the courage that the so-called legion of holy envoys brought them? ”

Wu Jun: "It seems that it's time to show off your muscles." ”

The rare opinions of the four people who are eager to fight as soon as they meet on weekdays have been unified.

……

"Bang."

In another box, Merlin slammed his fist into a single wall in front of him. Because he didn't rely on magic to protect him, his already weak and old fist suddenly swelled high under the blow containing anger.

"The Great Sage of Merlin."

The chief of the knight's guard on the side, seeing the blood flowing from Merlin's fist, immediately wanted to step forward, but was forced back by Merlin's angry eyes.

"Hmph, what a good thing your prince feels!" After snorting coldly, Merlin suddenly became angry at the thought of the conflict that might result from being an idiot.

"It's better to raise a pig than to raise that idiot! If you have to come with the team, you will cause us trouble. ”

With that, he flicked his sleeves, ignored the crowd looking at each other, and rode away alone.

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