However, at this time, a clear and cold voice slowly sounded.

"Attaching a burning will to a longsword is a terrifying attack."

"Then take the liberty of letting me end the fight."

Lan Che, who had been standing by the side, held his staff in his hand and spoke lightly.

"In the name of Lan Che, guide the power of light to ripple in the world."

"May the dirt and shadows be far away, and may the light and justice remain."

"I am willing to judge the creatures of all worlds with my body."

"The guilty are light, and the innocent are turned to earth."

"Light Judgment."

Her chanting didn't sound fast, word by word, but it ended quickly.

From the first casual evaluation, to the final spit out the magical name of the Holy Light Judgment, it only took a few snaps of fingers for a cross of light to be drawn.

The cross of light ignited from her body, and headed towards the folded manticore.

None of this is a problem, the only thing that is problematic is that it is the light that is attacked.

So, the speed of the attack is the speed of light.

The manticore roared angrily, wanting to attack Ziquan desperately, and at this time, Lan Che had just spat out the first word.

The manticore habitually flapped its wings and charged towards the unarmed Purple Spring, and Lan Che said the last character.

And then it ended.

A cross of light was drawn through the vermilion elephant-like manticore.

There was no struggle, no roar, not even panic or anger.

The moment the manticore was hit, it began to burn with pure white light from the inside out, that is to say.

Every drop of its blood, every bone, every muscle, every hair, burned at the same time, without spreading or warming, it burned to the extreme in the first moment, and then sublimated into light in the next instant.

So you don't even have time to blink your eyes, or even understand what is going on, the Cross of Light has dissipated, leaving only an egg-sized cyan crystal nucleus in place.

Ziquan stood there with some surprise, and although he understood what was happening, he still couldn't hide his surprise.

She naturally has a back hand that has lost her weapon, and she is not afraid of the onslaught after the manticore's anger, but she still didn't expect that Lan Che, who had never shown signs of making a move before, would make a move at this time, and the shot was such an unreasonable ultimate magic.

The purifying, burning properties of light are vividly embodied in this ultimate magic.

"I'm so sorry." Lan Che said sorry lightly, but he didn't mean to be sorry at all.

"It's not that I don't believe that Sister Ziquan doesn't have the ability to kill it, but it's obvious that it's more suitable and simple for me to do."

Purple Spring Awe-inspiring - the purpose of this Lan Che is simple and pure.

Kill the enemy, kill the enemy in the easiest way and most impeccablely.

So she didn't attack at first, because even she had to spend some time at that time.

But when the manticore was so angry that she ignored others, she got the best and most unwasted opportunity.

She never had the awareness that her opponent wasn't worth her own shot.

So when Ziquan spoke, he didn't reproach: "The Holy Light Ruling can support it." ”

Lan Che herself is a fifteenth-level great magician, just enough to reach the threshold of ultimate magic, but in this way, she casually threw out an ultimate magic that is not comparable to the power of the Holy Flame, and no one really believes that she is a fifteenth-level harmless great magician.

Just look at how much is consumed.

Lan Che naturally understood what Ziquan meant, but the enemy had been killed, and she still did not have the tendency to switch personalities, but smiled faintly, her smile was as cold as ice emitting black mist: "Lan Che was born with an unusual person, full of magic power. ”

"However, this is not a priority."

She still had her playful pair of brown ponytails, which looked elastic when she flicked them, but when she turned around, there was no softness in her bright blue eyes.

She smiled sweetly, but it was obviously extremely sweet, but it made people not relax at all.

"Who the hell are you?"

She looked at the medicine girl behind her, who hadn't moved a step since the beginning of the battle.

"Why did you bring us here?"

Paper Yi stepped back, not seeing anything abnormal at all, and her voice trembled with a slight cry: "Sister... Sister, I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Purple Spring didn't know exactly what Lan Che had discovered, but after this battle, she finally chose to trust her companions.

Lan Che smiled slightly and raised a slender fingertip and looked at the girl who couldn't help retreating in front of him.

"I've never liked killing, but that doesn't mean I can't."

As she spoke, a pure white flame slowly rose from her fingertips.

It was a flame of magic, a flame of light.

There is, of course, a simpler name.

Holy Flame.

The most powerful and complex is also the most prestigious light ultimate magic, and has always been the representative of light magic.

Ziquan looked at the holy flame floating from her fingers and understood something more.

Unlike the long spell of the Holy Light Judgment before her, this Holy Flame of hers did not hold any spells.

It is also silent, and even instantaneous.

This means that Lan Che has completely dismantled the magic configuration of the Holy Flame and used it as the foundation for her great magician's advancement.

What kind of talent and power this is, even if Ziquan has received one of the most precious gifts in this world, he can't help but be shocked.

This gentle and playful girl who is always kind and smiling, the future head of the third family surnamed Lan, hides secrets that are really unimaginable.

That holy flame floated out, and Lan Che didn't even bend his fingers lightly before he could ask the next question.

The flame streaked out like a falling star, heading towards the paper coat.

Pure purifying properties, a flame of light that decomposes everything into the first light and water.

However, there is no trace of annihilation.

The Holy Flame was quietly annihilated in front of the paper clothes, without stirring up a splash.

Ziquan looked at the girl who stood there quietly, the girl who had pitied and cared for the medicine, and she had no desire to protect at this time.

On the contrary, the leader of the flying feather group, who had lost his weapon, relaxed his whole body and opened his hands.

Like a great enemy.

At the same time, the surface of her body, beyond the white magic swordsman suit, rose pure blue-white flames.

It was a truly blazing flame that could easily melt most of the metal in the world, but it couldn't burn her own simple white clothes.

This is the body of the source, the embodiment of the rules of the flames, where she really depends.

Lan Che seemed to have expected it, and several white flames slowly floated up, circling around her.

At the beginning, Mo Xiaojing had the ability to manipulate the Holy Flame with her help, and now that she is doing it herself, it will only be easier.

This ordinary girl named Paper Yi easily resisted the Holy Flame without even raising her hand, she shook her head, and opened her mouth lightly, with a sigh.

"What a student of that academy."

"But there really isn't any malice on the paper."

As she said this, the phantom of a lotus lantern slowly conjured up around her, and the blue lotus lantern as white as jade enveloped her in it.

"In the lower thorn paper, the city lord of Lanyin City, your direct client of this mission."

(End of chapter)