"The interface of the broken sword is the most vulnerable, Kaizi."

Frostmourn parried the flaming slash once more, and with a wave of his hand, Arthas, who threw out a death entanglement that had pushed the elven prince back again, began to pace in circles with broken steps, waiting for the moment when Kael'thas showed his weakness.

"The human sword may be like this, but the blood elf is not. A sword reforged with fiery thoughts of magic, hatred, and revenge won't do that! ”

Once again, the flaming phoenix lunged down at the Death Knight, its flaming claws slashing at Arthas's head. With his arcane companion, the figure of the elven prince suddenly disappeared, and the next second flashed to Arthas's side, and the flame strike spewing tongues of fire stabbed straight out of Arthas's heart.

"No, Arthas, the Flame Strike is stronger than ever, and so am I, and so is Sindore!"

Ding's blades collided with each other, Frost Sorrow and Flame Strike entangled to block the deadly attack, and a frost force as thick as a bucket hit the Flame Phoenix directly.

Hearing the painful wails of his arcane companions, the elven prince no longer entangled but withdrew, flashing out of the range of ten numbers, and solemnly looked at Arthas, whose strength had skyrocketed, and declared that he would not retreat:

"We are strengthened by the brokenness of one time - stronger by having purpose in our hearts. The goal is to see your demise! ”

"Hehe, it's useless to talk more!"

With a wave of his hand, he struck out a shackle-like death grip, firmly imprisoning "Ao" by the neck. Pulling and pulling, Frost's Sorrow stabbed upwards. Before the elven prince could come to his rescue, he pierced through the phoenix's skull and sent the beast condensed by the flames back to the fire elemental plane.

Then, the Death Knight slowly turned his head, looked at the elven prince with hatred and anger on the other side with a cold and mocking face, and opened his mouth to invite battle in that hoarse and magnetic cold voice!

"I'll make it clear to you that your so-called getting stronger is just a joke."

"Fundamental...... Nothing! ”

Shouted angrily.

Enraged by the Death Knight's contemptuous attitude, Kael'thas * Sunstrider once again summoned eight clones. A total of nine figures are like precision machinery, tightly encircling from all directions.

Flash, sword, flash, sword......

The figure flickered. Sword light.

The nine "elven princes" are like nine gorgeous dancers, enveloping Arthas and playing a dance of death.

This set of combined attacks using mirror clones and flash spells was privately nicknamed "multiple shadow clones + flashes" by the old Tang. It is comparable to or even surpasses the attack style and lethality of the top assassin "Killing Feast". Even Lao Tang suffered a big loss in this trick when he first sparred.

Unfortunately, Arthas, who received the Frostmourn power increase, was able to crack this trick with ease......

The majestic power of ice spread all over the body, like an indestructible layer of ice armor. Even the true flame strike in Kael'thas's hand was powerless to penetrate this layer of protection.

After a series of crisp sounds of "ding bells", the nine figures were all resisted by the death knight dozens of "flashes". Then in the next second, the power of ice erupted violently, and in an instant, the elven prince and his eight mirror images were sent far away. The mirror image of the magic that fell to the ground collapsed in an instant due to the erosion of the almost terrifying power of ice......

"I thought you'd be a little harder, Kaiko!"

"The result...... He's also a bluffing guy......"

Looking at the thick and tight "ice coffin" not far away, Arthas laughed mockingly:

"That's all there is to it? Well? ”

The "ice coffin" that protected Kael'thas quickly dissolved, lifting the protection of the ice barrier against him, and the ridiculed elf prince was gloomy and silent, but the next second suddenly showed a bright smile like the melting of ice and snow.

"Looks like I've gone into a misunderstanding!" Spreading his hands, the elven prince spoke in a warm tone like a spring breeze. It looked like an old friend meeting each other, which made the Death Knight frown. Deeply irritated.

"I should have discovered earlier, and your sudden increase in power is not just a type of magical element......"

As he spoke, a confident look gradually coalesced on Kael'thas* Sunchaser's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the elven prince slowly stretched out his left palm and quickly gestured with several mysterious runes and magic circles, and declared in a majestic voice that could not be questioned:

"And the power of magic ...... I'm in control! ”

"Welcome to my realm ~~ Butcher!"

Accompanied by an almost unruly declaration. A terrifying and stressful stance rose to the sky, lightly covering the area where the two were fighting. Arthas found that Frostmourn's increase in himself seemed to be constantly being weakened......

This discovery made Arthas's heart sink to the bottom quickly......

[Can't delay any longer!] 】

The arcane realm was quickly abandoned in his mind, and the uneasiness brought to him by this Kael'thas stunt at the bottom of the box, the death knight Arthas roared angrily and did not hesitate to draw his sword and step forward!

Lost the Frost Sorrow amplification. At this time, Arthas's strength was not enough to cause unilateral suppression of the elven prince. If you want to win the final victory, or even leave the corpse of Kael'thas as a "goose", you must bring the battle into your own rhythm!

The rhythm of the melee fighters!

Arthas feinted to the right, and the sword swept sideways before he was old. The elven prince deftly dodged in the opposite direction, and the scorching and terrifying dragon breath struck at him, as if intending to burn Arthas to ashes.

The Death Knight, whose means of protection has been cracked, now dare not resist the magic blow of the elven prince, the great magister. As soon as he rolled, the boiling flames swept less than an inch by Arthas's side, evaporating large swaths of snow and ice into water vapor. The left half of his body, which was almost hit, was even more painful.

But this qiē is worth it, Arthas has taken advantage of the situation to approach the elven prince again!

Frost's sorrow slanted upward, the cold light spitting at Kael'thas's throat. Once again, the elven prince dodged Arthas's attack with a light sidemove, and the reforged blade of flame swung in an arc and slashed at the waist of the Death Knight.

With a reflexive flash, Arthas dodged the ferocious blow and rolled defensively half-crouched to the ground. At the same time, he lost no time in stabbing the Frost Sorrow into the elven prince's empty lower abdomen......

The pace of the battle was getting faster and faster, and a moment before the two princes were still standing there engaged in a verbal exchange, but in a moment the two sides were already fighting for their lives.

Arthas is fast to the elven prince and the elven prince is not full of hatred for Arthas?

With a firm determination to take advantage of the opportunity of Arthas's sword to use the old one, the elven prince flashed behind the death knight, and the flame blow that gathered every ounce of strength in his body slashed almost frantically.

The sword of the Flame Strike condensed a flame edge of more than twenty centimeters. In the face of the elven prince's stormy onslaught, the Death Knight was also forced to retreat step by step, while Kael'thas pressed closer. The fallen Prince Lordaeron had to use all his energy to block and dodge every ferocious attack of the mad elven prince.

The scene was reversed for a while, and the archmage of Kael'thas actually relied on half-hung swordsmanship, continuous magic bombardment, and desperate momentum to suppress Arthas, the death knight......

However, Kael'thas finally upset the balance with the final delicate blows of the "flash".

Arthas leapt backwards, flicked his sword and swung Frostmourn with a sweep. The elven prince flew out of his range, then turned and fired back, the force of which surprised Arthas. He was forced to step back, one step, two steps, and then suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

The elven prince roared and pounced, trying to target the Death Knight with the reforged magic blade in his hand and deliver a fatal blow to the heart of the Death Knight. However, Arthas remembered the training he had trained with Muradin many years ago, and the dwarves had the best of the trick in mind.

He curled up his legs, then kicked Kael'thas with all his might.

The mage snorted and flew backwards into the snow. With his hands on the ground, the Death Knight gasped and scrambled to his feet, raising Frostmourn with both hands and slashing down with a sword.

However, the Flame Strike was already waiting there, and the two swords clashed together again, colliding with dazzling sparks like the fury burning in Kael'thas eyes.

However, Arthas is longer than weapon combat, he is stronger, and no matter how much Kyle is proud of the reforge of Flame Strike, Arthas's weapons are stronger after all. Frostmourn slowly and mercilessly pressed down on Kael'thas in the throat, and Arthas knew that the blow was imminent.

“…… She hates you. Suddenly, the corner of the elven prince's mouth, who had already entered a desperate situation, hung up on the corner of his mouth and whispered softly.

Arthas's mind froze, and the next second anger blurred his eyes. With a loud roar, the Death Knight slashed down with all his might!

……

The blade of Frost Sorrow slashed deep into the snow and frozen ground.

Kael'thas is nowhere to be found.

"Coward!"

"Coward! Coward! Coward! ”

Arthas roared loudly in a frenzied frenzy, though he knew the elven prince couldn't hear it.

The bastard teleported away at the last minute.

And the most important thing is that the coward actually used the news of that woman to make his soul lose and make a mistake!

Anger clouded his judgment, and it was unforgivable to be so enraged by Kael'thas that coward to slip from under his sword like this again!

Curse you, Gianna, the one who messes with me.

"Invincible, come to me!"

Arthas cried out loudly with a grim face, not even noticing that his voice trembled a little......

Kael'thas isn't dead yet, but he's gone, so nothing else matters.

Hop on the horse, turn the horse's head, raise the sword....... the Death Knight has entered the battlefield again!

It's time to move towards the master's throne! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biqu Ge www.biquge.info...... Voting for recommendation votes, monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )V