In this situation, Alan is not worried that Constant will not be able to beat Albert, he is worried about the Great Pope, who has never shown up, and he has an intuition that the Great Pope's cultivation should be no worse than Albert. Updates are fast and ad-free.

Albert, the old bastard, is bad on the bright side, and you can see at a glance that he is wilted and bad.

But the old coffin of Daddy Orpheus, the big pope, is bad in the dark, and he may run out of the shadow at any time.

Although the Great Pope has never taken the initiative to harm Allen, and it has always been Allen and the Bloodhoof Tribe who provoke the Holy See.

However, this does not affect Allen's subjective, directly labeling the Great Pope as harming others and not benefiting himself.

Alan looked at the two magicians who were fighting in the air, and suddenly realized that it seemed that the handsome old man had begun to gain the upper hand so quickly.

Originally, both of them were bombarding single spells, which one was faster, and which one didn't need to chant spells.

Originally, this kind of magician duel was more boring, and it was more than who had more magic and who could cast spells faster.

Because the magician himself has a cowardly physique, everyone has no warrior to protect him, let alone take a spell, even if he is given a big mouth, he can call his eyes with gold stars falling from the sky and falling into a meat pie.

And one of the two summoned twelve shields, and the other summoned eight shields, and it was impossible for a single spell to break so many elemental shields at once, and both of them could teleport at short distances, you came and went for a long time, and no one hit anyone.

If this is to fight whoever has more magic, it is estimated that it will be fought until Beamon occupies the Holy Light Castle.

It may be that the two of them have lost much patience, and Albert probably can't hold his breath, the space system monomer spell is not too powerful, and he may also think that he has no advantage, so he directly starts to play a scoundrel.

Otherwise, the older a person gets, the worse his heart becomes.

Albert, as a spatial saint, opened a small dimensional rift and ate very easily, coupled with elemental teleportation, distance did not pose any problem for him at all.

Therefore, Albert's attack method is very simple, no spells, directly teleport to the opponent's side, instantly pull up a void crack, once the arm touches the opponent, you can punch the enemy into the void crack.

To say that Albert has tried and tested this trick many times before, it is precisely because of the uniqueness of the space spell that the outside world calls him the strongest person in the continent.

After all, the two of them fought well, and the other party suddenly appeared next to you, and then touched you and dragged you into the void crack, who is not afraid of it.

Basically, it can be said that he is invincible alone, and it is estimated that if he is not majoring in the space department, the title of the strongest person in the continent may be the title of Downey Archmage.

It's a pity that Albert's idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Because he was facing Conslet, and Constant with an axe.

Albert thought that he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect Conslet to be more shameless than him, mages don't use magic wands to fight, and who can stand it with an axe.

Albert had just teleported in front of Conslet, and before he could reach out, Conslet slashed at him with an axe, almost chopping off his claws.

At this moment, Albert was not scared half to death.

Albert didn't believe in evil, teleported to a sufficient distance, and after casually casting a spell to attract the attention of the handsome old man, he stepped into the void again and appeared behind the handsome old man. Crossbow, three clicks are three demon-breaking crossbow arrows, flying directly past Albert's ear, if Albert didn't run fast, it is estimated that the front teeth can be shot away, the magic shield can indeed play a role in protecting the body, but this thing does not protect the face.

Albert, who was covered in a cold sweat, was completely stunned after glancing at Conslet.

This Nima is still a magician.

Look at Conslet, with a wand pinned to her waist, as if it were used for façade, and the decorative effect is greater than the actual effect.

A delicate hand in the left hand. A crossbow, with a blood-red battle axe upside down in his right hand.

And because of the strong wind blowing in the air, the sharp-eyed Albert found that inside this guy's magic robe, he was actually wearing a fucking set of armor, and looking like that, your mother was full body armor.

He had really lived to see him for a long time, and after so many years of crossing the continent, he had seen a magician with a battle axe, a bow and a crossbow, and armor for the first time.

A row of cold sweat suddenly rose on Albert's back, he was still smart just now, thinking that he could bring the other party closer to the void crack after the distance was close.

The emotional other party also pays attention to this, waiting for himself to get closer, and he must want to kill himself with an axe.

"Despicable, Conscient, I didn't expect you to become so despicable after so many years of absence, as a magician, embarrassed to use weapons!" Albert scolded, he almost didn't let someone hack him to death with an axe just now, how can he care about the demeanor of the Holy Order at this time.

"Hahahahaha." Conslet laughed wildly: "You don't care what Lao Tzu uses, I just don't use magic, I will be the victor if I stab you to death with a wand." ”

After saying that, Conslet, like crazy, flew towards Albert with his tomahawk in his hand.

Albert hurriedly intercepted it with a space-based spell, and his figure continued to teleport backwards.

The underground group of people watching the battle were also stunned.

It stands to reason that it should be a space magician chasing the enemy, why do you let others chase Manna today.

Space magicians are also nicknamed progress magicians, because the strike distance of space spells is very short, many space magicians will teleport to the enemy with a shield and magic props when fighting against the enemy, and then send the opponent into another space, which can be said to be unguardable.

Allen's expression was varied: "This... Is it the Battle of the Holy Order? That's too, isn't it? ”

He originally wanted to say that Tailo was coming, but he was afraid that the old housekeeper would scold him, because old Lacey looked at it with relish on the ground.

However, Rooney and Alan next to him had similar expressions, and said speechlessly: "This... This, in fact, the duel between the saint-level magicians is estimated to be similar to the duel between the two junior magicians, time and distance do not allow them to release powerful magic, single spells, they are all instantaneous, they can intercept each other, the competition consumes mana, and it is too much of a waste of time, so you can't let the two of you stand in front of the two mountains, and compare who can level a mountain the fastest. ”

Alan nodded, thinking that this was indeed the case.

If you want to say that the duel between the two Sword Saints, or even the duel between the two fighting warriors, it must be dozens of rounds of you coming and going, which is not only beautiful but also terrifying.

But the two magicians are too nonsense, especially the duel between magicians of the same level, that is, you give me a magic, I intercept it, I will give you another one, you intercept it, give me another one, and the two bear children are fighting.

If it weren't for Conslet's teleportation with Albert, who was chasing him with a tomahawk, Alan would have fallen asleep because it was so fucking boring.

Seeing that Albert had been running, Alan rolled his hands into trumpets and shouted, "Old thing, what about a five-year contract with you, and you are embarrassed to brag about B?" ”

"You have the ability to make him lay down his weapon, let's compete in magic!" Albert's face flushed, in fact, he was a little embarrassed, he really never dreamed that the Holy Rank Station, which could be recorded in history, was actually in this situation.

"Fuck your uncle, why don't you die!" Alan rolled his eyes, he really saw the face of the strongest man in the mainland.

Albert teleported into the distance and scolded, "Ignorant barbarian, be careful that I pull out your tongue in a moment... ”

Albert couldn't go on halfway, and quickly teleported away, just now he let Alan bury him, and he forgot that Constant can also teleport when he was distracted, and he just wanted to scold Allen back, and almost didn't let Constant who teleported over split his head with an axe, and Constant was also very treacherous, knowing that if he didn't cut the shield, the axe would pick up the top of the head and cut it.

"What are you going to pull? Pull out your mom and mind yourself first. "Alan was overjoyed to see it on the ground.

Babylon looked at it for a while, yawned, and realized that the two old men were really bored fighting, so he leaned over to Alan and whispered, "Chief, why don't we chop up those birdmen and those two Templars." ”

Alan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, one of the Templars I have to break him into pieces today, but the Grand Pope hasn't shown up yet, so let the warriors not slack off and stay vigilant." ”

Babylon the Great nodded helplessly, yawned and retreated.

At this time, Constant is completely in mad dog mode, with an axe in one hand and an axe in the other. The collar of the crossbow and magic robe was too high, and he thought that the wind would block his eyes and delay things, so he took it off and threw it down from the air.

As a result, he didn't take off his clothes, but after dragging his clothes, even Alan felt a little sorry for Albert.

Albert's guess was right, Conslet was really wearing a full body armor with dragon scales, gray hair fluttering in the wind, twelve nether shields around his body, a wand stuck in his belt, and a triangular pinned to his back. A military thorn with several bottles strapped to his calf. bottle, the whole person looks like it's going to be more windy.

Alan was completely stunned when he saw Conslet's "true face".

What kind of sub-holy magician is this, this Nima is free from a version of the St. Cassis continent. Terrorists.

He didn't even know that the handsome old man went out to fight, and he was still tied to his legs and burned. What does the bottle mean? Is this going to be burned?

Seeing Albert flying around the main hall again and again, Conslet was not discouraged and chased there, once the distance was close, he teleported over and split an axe, if Albert teleported, he would shoot a crossbow. Arrows, the two of you chased me like this, and Albert didn't have the leisure to put a single spell to intercept it.

Seeing that the two of them didn't know how long to toss, a majestic voice came from the inner sanctum.

"Enough!" Like a big bell, the whole mountain trembles.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew out of the inner sanctum, as if jumping into the void, and appeared between Conslet and Albert in an instant.

Seeing Conslet's unabated approach, the figure crossed his hands and a golden shield appeared.