"Sendlow's Thor ......"

The dragons and the white-fisted herdsmen came together, and looked at the tall figure that was blocking Rochester, and recognized the person: "Teal Angry Manus!" ”

After Duland's rise to prominence, Manus, the former pillar of Sendlow, inevitably became a lot weaker. It is rumored that he is communicating and negotiating in various main planes, trying to "borrow" more divine fire for Sendlow.

Due to the existence of the "Non-Aggression Divine Fire Contract", if you want to obtain the divine fire of other main planes, you can't take it by skill, you can only borrow it sincerely, and you have to meet many cumbersome and complicated conditions. It was a difficult task, and Manus took the initiative to take on the task.

In the impression of everyone, although Manus is very strong, it is also the level of a median god. No one expected him to appear at this moment and stop Rochester, whose strength was unfathomable.

You must know that this Rochester in front of you is a gathering of all the black dwarves in the dimensional world.

In addition to the true deity who is fighting with Thoreau, the one in front of him is the strongest!

What kind of strength is Manus now?

Rochester suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was like a tidal wave, the dragons and the white fist herdsmen were pushed and flew backwards, and some of the poor ones or those who were seriously injured before couldn't help but spurt blood on the spot.

I only heard Rochester laugh wildly and say, "Manus? Haha, just by you, you have the courage to stop me? You're my defeat! ”

Rochester laughed breathlessly, "Manus, I think you seem to have fused the third divine fire to become a superior god, the borrowed divine fire, or was it forcibly fused?" Hmph, it doesn't really matter. What about the higher gods? This me in front of you has surpassed the higher gods! And your rules are as strong as mine? Do you have Duland's Judgment Knife? Can you break my absolute defenses? ”

Rochester asked three times.

To be honest, these questions are also the worries of the onlookers of dragons and herdsmen. Seeing Rochester and Manus so-for-tat. The dragons who had judged that Sendlow was the villain before all understood that they might have made a wrong judgment. After all, no matter how you act, you can't act so realistically, so-for-tat, so life-and-death, right? And when is it, even if you want to act, there is no need to play it for people like them outside the core battlefield.

"Let's hope Manus can delay a little longer." The Dragon Clan Ancestor Elder sighed and said, "As long as he can hold Rochester back and wait for Durand of the Twin Heavens to finish the battle over there, then there will still be a chance for this war." ”

"Really? I don't think so. An envoy of the White Fist said, "Look at Manus's expression, is that the expression of a man who only intends to stall for time?" ”

At this time. Rochester was still laughing maniacally. On the contrary, Manus on the other side was very calm, with no expression on his immaculate handsome face, and his eyes were level at Rochester in front of him.

"Are you done laughing? When you're done laughing, skip the gossip and let's get straight to the action. Manus did not seem to have any intention of delaying time, but instead proposed to start the war immediately.

Rochester smiled nonchalantly, "To be honest, I don't have much interest in you anymore, my target is just Durand on the other side of the Double Heavens." Manus, don't you really think you can stop me? ”

"Of course, the guy who stopped you just now. Isn't it me? The cyan thunder around Manus slowly converged and condensed, and he said lightly, "Rochester, the reason why you stopped here. Shouldn't it be that I took the initiative to stop and want to see my handsome guy? ”

“…… Poof......" A white-fisted shepherd couldn't hold back, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and was scorched by Manus's cold jokes.

In such a tense and solemn atmosphere, watching a super handsome guy with a poker face tell the kind of cold jokes that are not funny at all. It feels indescribably weird.

And that's when the battle began without warning.

Swish! Rochester suddenly disappeared and reappeared, punching Manus in the chest, but it was only an afterimage. Rochester's face didn't move. Disappear again, reappear, change direction and blast out again, still hitting the afterimage. The two chased and flashed, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of tricks in a dazzling manner. All Rochester hits is Manus's afterimage.

Rochester, who had missed all of his punches, sneered, turned around and flew in the direction of the Twin Heavens.

He thought that even if this series of attacks did not hurt the enemy, it would be enough to make Manus scramble for a while, and by the time Manus adjusted, he had already reached the Double Heaven Realm.

"Come back." Manus's soft shouts rang out.

Rochester suddenly felt his ankle grabbed, and then Manus swung two large circles in the air, and then smashed hard into a half-plane not far away.

Bang...... Thundered!

The half-plane shattered directly and was shattered by Rochester. In the first round of the confrontation between the two sides, it was Manus who had the upper hand!

The dragons and herdsmen watching the battle were dumbfounded.

Is that really Manus?

Rumble! The collapsing half-plane exploded, and Rochester walked out in a frenzy of chaos, his face a little gloomy and a cruel smile on his lips. He glanced over Manus's head, where a projection of a tome was suspended.

"The power of insight and replication." Rochester's tone became a little strange, with amazement and nostalgia, "Thoreau has a good heir!" Manus, you have completely transcended the two rulings. You can even reproduce the full projection of the Two Celestials. ”

"But ......"

Rochester turned around and said lightly, "But if you only have the energy level of the superior god and the power of the rules brought by the power of replication, then you don't have to fight it." If you can't break my defenses, there's no point in fighting. I can leave you from killing you for a while. ”

"Is that why you want to go to Duland?" Manus frowned imperceptibly, looked at the other party, and asked seriously, "In terms of strength, I should be stronger than Durand now, and not being able to break your defense doesn't mean that I can't defeat you, there are too many ways to win as a battle mage." Rochester, you're in such a hurry to find Duland? ”

As he spoke, a strange sight appeared around Manus.

This change not only made Rochester's face change slightly, but also made the dragons and the White Fist herdsmen purse their lips one by one, and they were completely speechless in shock.

Countless true forms emerged around Manus, all kinds of them.

Among them is a human form, a beast form, and a dragon form. There are physical arts, spells, and the magic and secret arts of the Twin Heavens, and even the image of a super life with different shapes and shapes, surrounding Manus. Manus, the god of thunder, who is guarded by countless true arches, is like an invincible king.

Rochester's eyes became solemn, and then he exuded murder.

Manus keenly caught the murderous aura, smiled, and said, "It seems that you finally have some interest in killing me immediately." ”

"......" Rochester was silent for a moment, reining in the murderous aura in his eyes. Shaking his head, he said, "You are cultivating the ability of Thoreau's lineage, but I have no regrets about Thoreau. Durand is different, he is the chosen successor of Learmons. I have many, many ...... for Learmons Lots to say. Learmons is not in the Dimensional World right now, so I can't tell him for the time being, so I'll have to find his heirs. ”

Rochester paused, then took one last look at the myriad true forms around Manus. "Insight and the power of replication have been cultivated to the point where you are so good that I admit that you are indeed worthy of being my opponent, and there is even a slight possibility of defeating me. However, I'm going to go to Durand first. for only his sword can cut me. ”

"'Only his knife can cut me?' I'll go. Don't you think this sentence smells a little weird? The white-fisted herdsman who was smiling and vomiting blood from before shuddered, "Hey, dragon clan, do you really think that sentence is okay?" It's true? Is it really okay? Really, really ......."

"Shut up. Be quiet! And all the dragons together crushed him down.

I saw Rochester shake his head with some regret, and turned around to leave. Manus has grown beyond his expectations, without Duland's survival. Then the best option is to kill Manus here. If Manus were to grow close to Thoreau's Cheng dù, it would definitely be a big problem.

But in the end, Rochester decided to go to Duland, who had the power of judgment first.

“…… If you really want to be cut that much, I can actually help. Manus said suddenly.

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going! Why don't you keep saying things that are full of abuse and abuse? The white-fisted shepherd who was pressed down spurted out a mouthful of blood, insisted on spitting out again, and then fainted unwillingly.

He fainted, so he didn't see it—the cyan thunder on Manus's body was converging, condensing into a two-meter-long cyan sword.

Looking at the shape and breath of the knife, it is clearly a "trial" exclusive to Duland!

At this moment, the eyes of the dragon clan and the white fist herdsmen widened.

And Rochester suddenly turned around and stared at Manus, who was holding the cyan judgment, "You...... You're ......"

"My trial is a little different from Duland." Manus bowed his head slightly, and said slowly, "My knife does not have an absolute ability to break defenses, it can only be regarded as a 'half absolute' ability." But even if it's hard to deal with your absolute defenses, at least you can barely cut it. ”

As he spoke, the true forms around Manus jumped up one by one and merged into the war knife in his hand, constantly strengthening the power of the war knife.

"Duland's sword is superior to absolute defense-breaking ability, judging everything in the world, and he is a completely unreasonable perverted ability. However, the three major attributes of his knife (one-hit hit, absolute freeze, and damage amplification) are all used to weaken the enemy, and the attack power of the knife itself is not excellent. ”

"In terms of breaking defense, my replica knife is definitely not as good as Duland's original."

"But the attack power of my knife is definitely stronger than his!"

The last true form also leaped into the knife in Manus's hand.

This knife may no longer be called a replica version of the "Judgment Knife", but should be called Manus's unique "Green Wrath Judgment".

The spectators were so shocked that they didn't know what to do or say, and it was amazing how the power of replication could do such an unbelievable thing.

As for Rochester, he didn't talk nonsense, turned his hand and condensed a black crossbow gun, and strode towards Manus: "Come on, let me kill you." ”

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Sendlaw, the fortress of Yongzhan.

In the deepest part of the Temple of the Chosen One, there was no distraction of war, no noisy noise, only silence and peace.

Ms. 1 looked at the No. 3 Chosen Guardian in front of her, her face was a little sad and a little struggling, and she asked No. 3, "Have you really decided?" ”

"Yes."

"You should know the consequences of doing this, and stop thinking about it?"

"I've thought it through." A flat but resolute smile appeared on No. 3's clumsy face, "Fibo, they've been treated by Andrea. has already rushed back to the battlefield of the Left Heavenly Realm, and the battle situation over there must be no problem; Durand should be in the palace of the right sky, against the right sky; Manus had just sent back the news, saying that there was no need to worry about Rochester; Miss Catherine has also taken all the gatherers to assassinate the enemy gods. My lord, everyone is fighting, and Andrea is not even one of our Sendlows. It doesn't make sense that our Chosen Guardian has cowered instead. ”

"But we can't leave the Wing Battle Fortress." Number 1 whispered, "The battle hasn't broken out in the fortress, so we don't need to be involved in the battle for the time being. ”

Number 3 shook his head: "I'm afraid that when it's our turn to fight, there will be no point in fighting. ”

Number 1 was slightly silent. Again, he emphasized: "We, the Chosen Guards, are not allowed to leave the Wing War Fortress. ”

"Not being allowed to leave means that you can still leave, but you have to be punished after leaving, right?" Number 3 laughed, "A veteran Chosen Guardian like me, who has been cultivating for many years, should have the ability to forcibly leave the fortress to fight. I don't want to wait any longer. I'm going to help Catherine and tear apart the Holy Spirits who have invaded our Sendelow! ”

Number 1 closed his eyes, "Don't hesitate to die?" ”

Number 3 nodded earnestly. "Don't hesitate to die."

The only way for the immortal and immortal Chosen Guardian to die is to forcibly leave the Yongzhan Fortress and burst out with all his combat strength in a short period of time.

Burn out your life. And then to death.

"I'm not going to support you." Number 1 was silent for a moment, then whispered.

"Your Excellency!" No. 3 was in a hurry.

Number 1 beckoned, called him to his side, and then kindly stroked his hair. "But I also know that it's useless to stop you." I don't support it, I don't stand in the way. ”

Number 3 was shaken. Gratitude and ecstasy appeared on his face, but tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

A moment later, a figure holding an ancient war spear rushed out of the fortress, like a mad demon, and rushed straight to the place where the concentrators led by Catherine had the fiercest confrontation with the invading forces of the three main planes......

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Blue Collar Fort.

With a pale face, Andrea walked over to the table and sat down, relieved that she had just finished treating the wounded Sunderlo.

"I hope I can help Durand share a little bit." She thought wearily.

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Replica of the portal at the top of the Wing Battle Fortress.

Fibo the Fat Man, the Anemo God, and Duncan the Dragon Dancer, who were almost resurrected, strode out of the portal and crashed directly into the fiercest part of the battle.

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……

In the right central palace of the right heavenly realm, suddenly, for no reason at all, Durand felt a burst of relaxation from the inside.

His nerves had always been tense, and the pressure on the future of an entire plane and race was on his shoulders, and no one but the person concerned understood how heavy it was.

Durand felt like he was always on his own. He is also human, he can be nervous, he will be powerless, and he will be lonely.

But at this moment, Durand seemed to be able to feel the hearts of his people and companions from the void.

"Don't worry about us."

"We believe in you."

"Boss, come on!"

"We are always behind you and have your back."

"Duland, it's me, Manus. Rochester leave it to me, and you can concentrate on the right day. Don't be careless. ”

"Duland, you can't lose!"

"Duland, win!"

"To win!!"

"Win !!"

It turns out that companionship and support are always there, and Durand is not fighting alone.

At this moment, Durand shook slightly, and there was a strange feeling of transparency and brightness all over his body. It turns out that the power in this world not only has energy levels, not only rules, but also an invisible and traceless thing that gives people infinite motivation at critical moments, called spirit and faith.

"Huh?" The old man just got up the next day, and he wanted to say something, but he suddenly looked at Durand in amazement, speechless.

I saw Durand slowly close his eyes, and his originally solemn face turned calm. The corners of his mouth, which were extremely dignified due to the slight downward pulling, were slowly raised again, revealing a confident and bright smile.

“…… Belch! Right Heaven felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his vest also hurt.

He looked down and looked up again, only to find that Durand was no longer ten meters away, but close in front of him, and had punched through his chest.

"Duland, you...... Bastard ...... "Right Heaven grabbed Duland's arm, and dark golden blood gushed out of his mouth.

Durand opened his eyes, looked at the other party, and said, "Look, you're really just a subordinate god, nothing special at all." ”

Twist your fist and arm and twist it hard! (To be continued......)

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