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The blood in the heart of the Divine Yonghui Warlock seemed to have a strong catalytic effect on the fusion process, and the Donghui Cross and the Beihui Cross had a feeling of "melting in blood", and the degree of integration was significantly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, a small half was fused!

In the sky not far from the whale, Mirander is still desperately trying to hold Durand back.

He did not hesitate to hold Durand and attack at the cost of burning the power of Yonghui, which often hurt himself more than his enemies. The flames exploded, and a hot white fireball rose above the sea. The violent shock wave pressed the sea water below the fireball to drop dozens of meters out of thin air, and the huge waves surged, and the giant whale rose and fell in the waves, and the already damaged hull of the ship crunched. In front of the power of the Sage, this huge ship of magical energy with a huge tonnage is still too small.

The ship rose and fell, carrying the Cyrus up and down on the deck.

"That guy Mirander, the situation seems to be a little bad......" Sellers quickly glanced at the white fireball that exploded not far away, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, he naturally could see that Mirand's game was very hard, Mirand's forced termination of the self-explosion had been injured a lot, and now the injury is getting worse, and he can't tell when Durand will break through the defense.

Cyrus's eyes grew bloodshot, and he suddenly slammed his fist into his heart again. With each blow, he would spurt out a large mouthful of blood, and the degree of fusion of the two sub-artifacts would speed up again.

"Hurry up! Faster! Cyrus's handsome young face twisted, pain and hideousness.

Like Mirande, he's completely out of the way! This battle is no longer a struggle for glory and interests, but a struggle for life and death. The winner survives, the loser dies, and there is no third option.

in the sky. The white fireball suddenly snapped in half, and Durand split the fireball with a knife, flying out of it with a slight wolf, coughing violently for a while before recovering his strength. Behind him. Mirand's complexion was gray, his aura was more than a little weaker, and his originally white knight's armor was covered with scorched black marks. The First Knight's arms trembled faintly, especially his left arm, his forearm, wrist, and palm from the elbow to the bottom, all twisted abnormally. The pain made Miranda grin.

I think back to what happened in just a few breaths. No matter how determined Mirander is, he will inevitably waver.

As the No. 1 Knight of Yonghui, Miranda is definitely a master of combat, including melee combat, mid-range combat, long-range energy bombardment, ground combat, air combat, horse combat, and group combat...... Whatever combat mode imaginable, Miranda is very good at.

Among the many combat modes, Mirand's best is actually close combat. He had developed a set of techniques for trapping and grappling with a close lock, which he popularized among the Knights of Yonghui. On the shore of Full Moon Lake, when Bruggie and Brudy brothers fought against Duland, they used this set of close grappling skills, and the means that Mirander locked Durand just now was also this set of combat skills.

However, what Mirand's skills in close combat were actually stronger than himself. It's not a little bit stronger, but far more than that!

From Mirander hugging Duland, blocking Duland's ability to move, and then detonating a part of the power of Yonghui in his body, the whole process was just a matter of moments, but in this short period of time, Durand moved at least twenty counterattacks.

His arms were locked, but he could easily unleash a series of ferocious counterattacks with his shoulders, back, elbows, feet, and even the back of his head. What shocked Mirander the most was that Durand didn't have to build up momentum at all. You don't need a force distance to instantly burst into an extremely powerful force. Thinking back to the qiē just now, Miranda felt that he was not holding a person at all, but an electric hedgehog!

Duland's counterattack was too sharp, every inch. It exploded with incredible strength!

In the process of wrestling between the two sides, Mirande suffered multiple injuries all over his body, and his left forearm was even more twisted, like a twist made of flesh and broken bones, which was miserable.

"Hey...... Hehe......" Mirander suddenly laughed.

His head and face were covered in blood, and he had long since lost the glorious image of the first knight of Yonghui, but his eyes always flashed with a determined and almost paranoid light, and it was getting brighter and brighter.

He stared at Duland, who was a little wolf-bèi, and said, "How's it, doesn't it feel good?" Hey, hey, hey, I...... Ahem! Cough! I'm not going to let you get close to Cyrus, huhu, wait until ...... When the Donghui Cross and the Beihui Cross are completely integrated, you will be dead! ”

Durand didn't answer, but his face was not very good-looking.

He glanced at the Beihui Cross and the Donghui Cross, which had already fused most of them, and the inexplicable sense of crisis seemed to have become stronger. Looking at the bloodied Miander, Durand has to admit that the two people in front of him are indeed extremely difficult. They have not only rank and strength, but also not only combat skills and experience, but also faith. That's what makes fanatics terrible.

Seeing Durand frowning and standing still, a smile finally appeared on Mirander's face.

In his opinion, Durand has been shaken!

"Hmph, people without faith, no matter how strong they are, they are still weak!"

Mirander is not slacking off and will not slack off. He stared at Durand, silently calculating the time in his heart, two minutes, at most two minutes, and Sellers would be able to complete the fusion of the two sub-artifacts. Just hold on for another two minutes and you're good to go!

A sea breeze blew.

Dry, cold and dry.

Mirandre shivered, and his back was a little cold. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong: the wind ...... Seems a little too cold? It's quite abnormally cold.

The cold wind was coming from Duland.

Quietly, Duland's momentum changed, becoming more chilling, calm, and like eternal ice.

The Orange Flame Knife is still in Duland's hands. At some point, two dots of ice blue appeared on the tip of the long knife, and then spread along the blade. Blue Ice replaced the Orange Flame and crept over the blade, climbing up the gauntlet and occupying the hilt, eventually transforming the entire long knife into ice blue. The two orange flame long knives were completely transformed into two long knives made of blue ice.

The shape of the knife has also changed a lot.

The orange flame long knife has a strange shape, just looking at it, you can feel a strong attack like a pinprick**, and the blade seems to be ready to jump up and kill at any time. The Blue Ice Long Knife is different: it has a simple beauty, and the color is not crystal clear at all, but somewhat translucent and turbid. The blade even looked slightly fragile, as if it would shatter with a single flick.

Durand gently held the two blue ice knives that looked more like ornaments, looked at Mirand, and said in a strange tone: "I, I shouldn't have used this trick for a long time...... No way, who made this trick so difficult......"

Mirandé suddenly felt a great sense of crisis enveloping him.

"Take it easy, this isn't a killing......" Durand continued slowly.

He spoke slowly, and even slower in Mirand's perception. The invisible sense of crisis was even stronger, filling Mirand's chest, and he opened his mouth wide to scream, to fight back, to fight again, but now his body was motionless, and he didn't listen to the call at all, as if he was frozen in a huge piece of amber.

Wait, Amber?

Why do I feel this way?

Mirande's consciousness was unusually slow, and every qiē in his field of vision suddenly appeared to be stained blue. Translucent, somewhat muddy, like a knife in Duland's hand. Not far in front of him, Duland's figure became a little distorted and blurred, and the light and shadow became confused. He saw that Duland's mouth was still moving, but he could no longer hear what was being said. In the afterglow, on the deck, Sellers looked anxious, shouting something to this side, but still couldn't hear anything.

This is...... How...... What's going on......?

Miranda himself didn't know what was going on, his consciousness was getting less and less clear, and his thoughts were running more and more slowly, while Cyrus on the Whale could see it clearly

- I saw a huge piece of blue ice silently appear, freezing Miranda in it like amber.

The whole process was not fast, but Mirandé seemed to freeze in a moment, motionless like a sculpture, until his whole body was frozen in blue ice. The blue ice takes on the shape of a long shuttle, reaching a height of more than ten meters.

Durand raised his head slightly, looking at the giant blue ice in front of him, his face was already too pale, and the blood marks on his cheeks changed from two to five. His eyes were strange, and his expression was very tired.

With a slight movement of his lips, Durand slowly spat out a name: "...... Amber Blade. ”