Guardianship is not to back down or shrink, but to be fearless and face all difficulties and obstacles.

In this space full of dead air, only by burning this dead air can the way of protection be achieved.

A phoenix of fire fluttered its wings in front of Cassius.

Duchamp was stunned, and after a few more seconds, his brain guessed that it was not the cry of a summoned beast, but the friction sound of too much energy being condensed together, and perhaps the next second it would be a violent explosion.

"Phoenix Wave!"

This fearless power confronts the scarlet power head-to-head. In the blink of an eye, it burned the scarlet power of the demon man's impact, and even the demon man's body burned.

The powerful shock wave spread out in all directions, even causing the four walls of this space isolated from the outside world to vibrate.

The demon took a few steps back in embarrassment, extinguishing the flames on his body, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that after the guardian knight had been abolished, there would be someone who could restrain him. Immediately, anger and sorrow took over his reason. The energy that Cassius burned was not ordinary energy, it was made with the pious sacrifice of many sect members, and in the eyes of the sect members, jumping into the demon pool was a form of eternal life.

In his eyes, Cassius's blow killed many of his companions.

Unforgivable! You must also knock this guy in front of you into the abyss.

With the angry roar of the demon man, the space of the entire demon transformation pool stirred, and countless purple qi rose up, and the next ultimate move was about to be formed.

Cassius's expression and movements, still fearless, stretched out a hand, turned his back to his back, and quietly signaled the guardian knight beside him to hurry away.

Phoenix Flame Wave is his strongest stunt, and the power he is good at is actually the power of flames, and when he was about 25 years old, his sword was extremely sharp, because the sword intent penetrated the mystery of fire and shine, and he attacked unstoppablely. Many years ago, an accident changed his life, he gave up the sharpness of his sword and switched to a stick, a weapon that has no blade but can easily resist the blade, the meaning of which is to protect more people.

After giving up the sword he had been practicing for twenty years, he was able to truly achieve the "Realm of Nothingness", and at the same time, his understanding and control of the power of fire was further enhanced. In the vast majority of cases, he was able to solve problems with just basic stick techniques, so few people had ever seen Juggernaut's true stunts.

But even so, in such a short period of time, he could not deliver the blow just now, and at the moment, he could only use another important part of his reasoning, wisdom, to confront the other party.

However, in this way, he could not guarantee that he would be able to protect the space in front of the Guardian Knight.

The Guardian Knight silently retreated a few steps, gauging the situation in the field.

He was indeed badly injured. At the last moment of his life, the priest gave up saving himself, and instead tried to contaminate his ritual vessels, which was exactly the same as polluting his body. Most of his power was called upon to resist and purify the golden shuttle, and to this day, there is still a place in his body, constantly struggling with withering and rebirth, and that is the place that carries the holy weapon.

But he was still able to give Cassius some support, and far more than the knight next to him could do.

"Force of the Air, please return at my call." He silently made a request.

Before that fist fell, Cassius's body suddenly had a golden light.

The Guardian Knight blessed Cassius with the light, and he quickly stepped back, motioning for Catherine, the knight next to him, to hurry up and move away from the center of the battlefield.

The power of that fist was terrifying. Fortunately, the cooldown time of the Phantom Blessing was also up, and Duchamp took the shield and desperately fled along the ramp towards the fifth floor.

After a few steps, he stopped again, then turned around and ran down the ramp.

He remembered that the Phantom Blessing was not an ordinary spell shield, and at the cost of breaking the shield, it could completely withstand a single blow.

Well done, he can block a blow for Cassius.

The fist in the air suddenly let out a scream and flew towards Cassius, and at the same time, the demon leaped forward and flew towards Cassius.

Instead of using any more flashy moves, Cassius kept wielding his stick, which he was already wielding before the Majin began to attack.

He's been gathering momentum.

Now is the time.

When the Majin moved, Cassius also attacked.

His stick swept towards the feet of the demon.

The Mamo's jumping path suddenly deviated a little, and his punch did not hit Cassius's body, which had already circled his side.

That's the only flaw in the Majin, and when he's combined, he's a little less flexible. After all, this soul had only adapted to a body of less than two meters before, and it had suddenly become so large that it was difficult to adapt for a while.

He rushed forward awkwardly, and with the force of that punch, he slammed into the ground, knocking the square into a deep hole.

But Majin was not discouraged, his attack was just a coordination.

That heavenly punch is a truly powerful attack, and it will never miss.

Cassius's stick had officially exchanged with that punch, and his accumulated momentum was quickly shattered by this purple-red fist.

Cassius's body, with the punch, flew backwards. Before they knew it, they had turned in a different direction, and the direction in which Cassius had flown out was towards Duchamp's side.

This is the most ingenious way to unload the force.

This fist is attack-conscious, and it will continue to attack until its strength is exhausted. It picked up speed suddenly, and the punch swung out with all its might, enveloping Cassius in all directions.

Duchamp was dumbfounded, and the sound of something breaking came from his ears.

Completely oblivious to the danger he faced, he brandished his knife and rushed out in an instant.

What would the future hold if the world was without Cassius?

That's a consequence he can't afford at all!

The space around Cassius was shattered.

The fist, which was bigger than a bear, had completely dissipated after the attack. Its strength and momentum were all poured into Cassius.

Even the Sword Saint would not be able to block the blow condensed by the power of a thousand people.

But Duchamp believed that Juggernaut would never be so simple, and that he must have a way to protect himself.

After he teleported out, with a wave of his hand, a healing spell enveloped the figure that he hadn't seen yet.

It wasn't until he finished this move that he could see clearly that the Sword Saint was still a complete person, and even, it didn't look too badly injured?

Most of the power of that fist is buried in the space that the guardian knight loaded into the sword master, it is not an ordinary spell shield, if it is a shield, the endless attacks from that fist, after breaking the shield, the remaining power will be completely discharged on the attacked.

It was a magical space defense spell, it was like a container, it contained all this power, and then it was transferred somewhere.

This is the power of Anes, the last guardian knight of the Star Cup Knights.

On the right side of the hallway, the Guardian Knight's face became even more ugly, he could no longer hold on, and fell backwards, revealing the true face of a wounded man. As a spellcaster, when those powers are swallowed up by space, he has to withstand a certain amount of attack rebound, although it is insignificant compared to the attack power, but it is not something he can withstand now.

Catherine ran over and held him up with tears in her eyes.

The oldest guerrilla hidden in the corridor on the right, seeing that the guardian knight could no longer support him, resolutely stood up and ordered the people next to him: "Look at these wounded, it's time for me to go to the aid of Cassius." ”

"No, it doesn't matter." As soon as the guardian knight spoke, blood suddenly oozed from his mouth, and he smiled with one hand, pointing at the sky, because of the injury, the smile on his face looked very hideous, but it was a smile that really came from the heart.

Bricks and rubble were falling from the sky above the castle like slag cake.