Disentas was about a hundred and thirty meters behind Rollin, which was probably the limit of his spell casting distance.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Disentas stared, and the magic in his body began to flow into the staff in his hand, and before casting the spell, he said to Samel: "The anger power in the opponent's body is too strong, and he is always on guard against us, so my legendary magic may not be effective against him." So I'm going to extract the magic from the gargoyle beneath him, you're ready. ”

"Understood." Samail nodded, clenching the sword in his hand, this sword was a new one, exactly the same as the one that had been broken by his opponent before, and the material was also kryptonite, which was known for its hardness.

Disentas began to mutter, and after about two seconds, the staff in his hand pointed sharply at Rollin's makeshift mount, and said, "Return to tranquility, servant of death!" ”

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke poured out of the gargoyle's body, and the smoke contained a strong death magic, and at the same time, the gargoyle's wings stopped waving, and became a dead thing again, planting its head down to the ground.

At this time, there were no gargoyles around Rollin, and Disentas had already dispersed the gargoyles to the side, at least more than three hundred meters away from him, only besieging and not attacking, ensuring that the opponent could not continue to escape with strength.

The mount gargoyle suddenly failed, and Luo Lin was also startled, almost at the same moment, he felt a strong wind rushing behind him, and from the huge chaotic aura of death, he knew that the powerful undead sword master was coming.

This is a thousand meters in the sky, and Rollin has begun to fall, but he still does not have the slightest panic in his heart. The hand slapped the gargoyle that had also begun to fall. Leverage the power to turn back. Listening to the voice, he stabbed his sword behind him without hesitation.

"Ding!" With a thud, he blocked his opponent's sword.

At the moment of the confrontation, the vortex energy and the power attached to the opponent's sword clashed continuously, emitting a series of dense resounding sounds.

After a moment, Luo Lin roughly discerned the flow of power on the opponent's sword.

There is the wildness of the Full Moon Sword Saint's mountain strength, but at the same time, there are many more exquisite changes, the feeling of surging and tumbling. It's like a wave, but it's much more intense than a wave, so it's called a tsunami.

If it was the Thunder Sword Saint who faced this sword, he might have to suffer, but Luo Lin was very familiar with these two kinds of power, and in an instant, he made a reasonable response, mobilizing the direction of the vortex energy on the middle sword, and accurately eliminating the terrifying energy contained in this surging wave.

The pure power is clashing, and the magic power surging at the same time as this power is also colliding.

The power of condensed anger like a crystal flame and the icy death magic full of ruining aura continued to fight fiercely in and around the sword body.

On one side is the thriving fire of life. On one side is the ice of death, which can wither all things, spinning and colliding with its own strength. On the front of the confrontation, terrifying energy shot out in all directions in the form of lightning, making a beeping and popping sound.

After about half a second, the two sides were evenly matched, and Samael's well-prepared shot was blocked by Rollin.

After parrying, Rollin managed to borrow the power of his opponent's sword, he completely turned and briefly suspended himself in the air, and without any hesitation, Rollin began to seize the attack with his opponent.

The moire sword, still attached to the opponent's weapon, slid down the opponent's blade, trying to slash the opponent's fingers.

Samael concentrated, constantly changing his sword momentum and seizing the offensive with his opponent. He knew that the opponent's body had nowhere to borrow strength, as long as he could hold on, it wouldn't be long before the opponent would fall into disadvantage, and then be killed by him with a sword!

Under the fierce clash of strength, a puff of sparks sputtered in all directions, and from a distance, it looked like a puff of exploding fireworks.

In this confrontation, Samael felt the strength of the opponent very clearly, even if the opponent's body did not have any focus points, although the opponent still carried a person, but Samael felt that the opponent did not care, and he seemed confident that he would be able to win.

Samael didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but he did feel an indescribable pressure in his heart, and he felt a brilliant momentum from his opponent's response.

"Whoever opposes me will be ruined by me; Whoever stops me will be crushed to powder by me! "That's how Samael felt.

The forces attached to the swords of the two sides were still clashing, but Samael was not sure whether he would be able to gain the upper hand, and his regrouped battle spirit began to crumble, no, it should be said that he was once again destroyed by the will of his opponent.

Hesitation, unconfidence came to him: 'Can I beat him?' ”

This question arose in his heart, and this doubt was only forced down by Samael for a moment, but it was too late, and his strength was sluggish for a moment at this moment.

Really, it's only for a moment.

But at this moment, Samael felt his opponent's power suddenly burst out, and his small mistake was magnified to the limit.

The next moment, Samael saw the blade of the sword slash towards his neck.

This scene was unusually familiar, and there was a memory of this scene in his soul, on the surface of the Black Water River, the same cold light, the same sword momentum, slashed his head.

A sense of fate actually appeared in Samael's heart, as if he was destined to be cut off by this sword, and a cold stiffness appeared in his body that was difficult to break through.

"Oops, it's the remnants of Morovogen's memories!" Samael was horrified and wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the sword with a flickering cold light suddenly turned and slashed towards a purple-black magic arrow flying next to him.

Disentas's voice came: "Retreat!" ”

The archmage saved his life.

Samael immediately gave up on the gargoyle under him and leaped back, and then he saw that his gargoyle was occupied by his opponent, who flew away again.

A gargoyle flew over and caught the falling Samel.

"Thanks, old man." Samael thanked Disentas with trepidation, if it weren't for the lich's rescue at the critical moment, he would have been doomed by now.

"Never underestimate him. Samel. He killed Morovogen in a fair duel! Disentas admonished loudly. When Samael made a move just now, he began to cast magic on Rollin at the same time, hoping to interfere with his actions, and his casting speed was already very fast, and he didn't have a second to go.

But in just such a little time, Samael actually fell into a dead situation, and if he had been any longer, Samael would have been killed. If that. He could not hold it alone, so he had to retreat.

This Juggernaut is too terrifying.

"I know!" Samael said with some annoyance, he had really done his best.

"I can tell that your martial arts skills are no worse than those of Morovogen. But Morovogen won't be defeated by a sword. Compared to him, you have the confidence of a true Juggernaut! Disentas hit the nail on the head.

Silent and silent for a while, Samael admitted his shortcomings: "My heart is not as firm as my opponent's. But this flaw can't be remedied instantly, so what can we do? ”

"Force him to land, a group of us will treat him one!" Disentas Road.

He, as well as five high-level magician-level lichs. In addition to a master of outstanding martial arts, if you can't beat the opponent like this. Then they really don't have the meaning of zài.

It's very simple to get the other person to land.

Disentas uttered a spell, once again putting the gargoyle beneath his opponent's seat to sleep.

Lorraine, who had lost his flying 'mount', fell down again.

"Damn it!" Luo Lin cursed secretly, and hurriedly drank a bottle of flying feather potion, and he began to float in the air.

"Elemental Silence!"

The lich's voice came, and then Rollin felt a weight in his body, and sped down again, his potion effect dispelled by the other party.

There were no gargoyles around to attack him, and the undead Sword Saint didn't come to attack him, which made him have nowhere to borrow his strength, so he fell helplessly.

It is nearly a thousand meters high here, and if he falls, even if his body is far stronger than ordinary people, he will not be able to withstand such a heavy fall.

"Iona, do a flying spell!" Rollin Road.

"I don't have much magic power, I'm afraid I will be dispelled by the other party if I use it." Iona looked helpless.

"In that case, we can only rely on primitive means." Rollin sighed and took out the animal skin from the magic package that he had used to glide and handed it to Iona: "Well, open it, it will at least slow down the speed so that we don't fall to our deaths." ”

"Okay." Iona grabbed the Hides parachute.

Rollin held the sword and was on full guard to prevent his opponent from destroying his last slow-falling tool, and after watching for a while, he found that his opponent had not been approaching, just watching him from a distance, as if waiting for him to land.

After a little thought, Luo Meng understood the opponent's plan, and when he got to the ground, one archmage, five high-level magicians, one undead sword saint, and seven people against him, then he really didn't have much chance of winning.

"I don't think I can beat them." Luo Lin sighed, he really couldn't think of a way to escape this time, surrounded by so many magicians, he didn't dare to release the little spirit dragon to ask the airship for help, because the little spirit dragon couldn't fly out at all, and it must be the result of being destroyed as soon as it appeared.

Therefore, he can only fight hard to see if his luck is good enough to seize the few opportunities to win.

Iona didn't seem to be too scared, she actually smiled, "You regret it?" ”

"Forget it, I don't regret this habit." Luo Lin smiled, his eyes fixed on the gargoyles who followed closely, especially the undead sword saint with outrageous martial arts.

Luo Lin always felt that this guy had a very familiar aura, he seemed to have seen this guy somewhere, but the opponent's face was very unfamiliar, and it was different from any strong man he had ever seen.

"Where did the undead find the masters, are there already so many masters these years?" Luo Lin really couldn't figure it out, killed a Morovogen, and another one appeared, although this guy's heart is not as terrible as Morovogen, but in terms of martial arts, he is still better than that old guy, if the opponent is given enough training, it is definitely a terrible strong enemy.

They were still falling, less than five hundred meters high, and the ground was getting closer.

Iona suddenly asked, "Lorraine, you said that if I were a mortal, would we still be the same as we are now?" ”

"You're out of your head? Asking this kind of question at this time? "Rollin couldn't understand Iona's brain structure.

"If you don't ask at this time, I don't know if there will be a chance in the future." Iona laughed.

Luo Lin thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, if you are mortals, we can only know each other at most, and there is not so much trouble." ”

"I heard Vianna that night." Iona burst out of nowhere.

"Which night?"

"The night you tied me up at the Bridge Fortress, you just confused my brain, and I didn't really faint."

"Oh. I didn't expect you to have a habit of eavesdropping. Rollin smiled, but he didn't have time to make small talk, because the ground was already close at hand.

Unfortunately, this is a plain with no other than dead grass around it, and there is no terrain to use at all.

Fighting against six powerful mages plus a powerful undead Juggernaut in such a ghost place is a skyrocketing level of difficulty, and it is no different from sending them to death.

As soon as he landed, Luo Lin didn't run, because it was useless to run, and it had no effect except wasting the body, so it was better to stand and restore the lower body.

After a while, the Lich and the Undead Swordmaster fell to the ground one after another, and they were very careful to fall far from the ground, not giving Rollin any chance to attack. Gargoyles surrounded the area, blocking all of Rollin's escape routes.

After standing firm, the most powerful lich took a step forward, he took off the hood from his head, revealing his snow-white skeletal head, and smiled at Rollin, "Long time no see, little pariahs in the docks! (To be continued......) R1292