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"you. Damn,! Seeing that someone was blocking him, Conslet didn't even look at it, and directly shot three demon-breaking crossbow arrows, and slashed them with an axe.

Alan felt that Conceit must be in a hurry, or he would not have learned to use his own swearing.

The figure in the air looked disdainful, and the golden shield had just blocked the three demon-breaking crossbow arrows, and he suddenly found that the mage on the other side was actually carrying a 。。。。。 Is it an axe?

He came out too fast just now, and he didn't see it clearly, and he thought that the other party was holding a weird-looking wand.

The Demon Breaker crossbow arrow blocked it, but the axe also split down, and the figure was also frightened into a cold sweat and hurriedly retreated.

Conslet, who was standing in the air, scolded: "Where did you run out of the guy who didn't have long eyes, get out of my way." ”

Everyone finally saw the figure in the air clearly, this guy had a yellow complexion and black hair, he was extremely burly, wearing an ordinary light armor, the light armor had been around for some years, and the style was also very simple.

Alan always felt that this outfit was a little familiar.

Everyone watched the figure, and the guy also looked at Conslett with a blank expression.

It's true that the other party is a magician, and he can also sense that the other party is using a magic element to float into the air.

But Nima, what are you wearing? There are wands, but you don't hold them in your hand, don't put them on your belt, and you carry a hand. A crossbow, an axe, an armor, and a short sword pinned to the back, what the hell is this?

"Good dog out of the way, get out of the way!" Conslet scolded again, the expression on his face a little solemn.

The guy who suddenly popped out on the opposite side, the golden shield that he had just summoned casually, was at least at the mentor level, or it was impossible to block his demon-breaking crossbow arrows, and the other party's momentum was not inferior to Albert's, and the magic fluctuations around his body were very strong, and his cultivation was definitely more than a magic master.

The figure looked down at the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe, then at Constant, and asked lightly, "You, but the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Sub-Holy Magician, and the Master Conslet?" My name is Newinggate, Nai Long。。。。。。。 ”

Before Newinggate finished his pass, Alan on the ground shouted, "Call a helper, him for me!" ”

Alan just waited for the other party to be distracted.

In the next second, a dense rain of arrows shot at Newinggate.

The old blind blind dragon slashed out a sword aura.

Lacey shot eight Nether Sigh skulls.

Rooney pointed at a withered vine.

Old Duff put a water archery spell.

Alan pulled a green brick from the ground and threw it at it.

Babylon the Great ripped off the horned python from his neck, and after a few laps with the western cowboys, he threw the horned python out.

Newinggate was taken aback, if Albert, who had been on guard, teleported over and pulled him away, it is estimated that he would never have had the opportunity to report himself in his life.

But even so, the combat power of the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe burst out in an instant also shocked Newinggate.

These attacks range from fast to slow, elemental to physical, and varied.

The fastest was the rain of arrows, with a green glow at the top, obviously poisonous.

The second is the extremely powerful sword qi, and the sword qi is like the substance, obviously from the hand of the sword saint.

Then a meal of various spells followed.

The slowest is a piece... Brick?

Newinggate looked at Allen who threw bricks a little confused, where did this comedy come from?

But there's something more funny than throwing bricks.

That's the horned python.

The big horned python that was thrown into the air by Babylon the Great was very speechless, fluttering its two small wings, its head was sweating, and it had not yet flown ten meters high.

Glancing at Babylon with resentment, the horned python didn't know whether to continue to flutter and fly up, or to land on the ground.

Lao Tzu has good wings, but it is impossible to fly directly to a height of 100 meters, I have to fly ten meters hard, are you stupid Babylon?

How did I get such a foolish master!!

Also, what does it mean that you threw me several times before throwing it?

Seeing that the Bloodhoof Tribe had made a move, the Winged Knights hovering above the palace also drew their swords, and the eyes of the two Templars began to glow with strange colors, and their bodies slowly swayed.

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, a golden figure stepped out of the main hall.

"Stop!" The Great Pope looked at Alan with an expressionless face and asked lightly, "Chief Bloodhoof, why did you lead the crowd here and give me a reason not to kill you!" ”

Although the archpope's face was expressionless, everyone could hear his monstrous anger.

Seeing that the Great Pope finally appeared, Alan pulled Orpheus directly, and a thorn against Orpheus's neck was pressed against Orpheus, and shouted with a cruel smile: "Give me a reason not to kill your son." ”

"Orpheus?" The Grand Pope's eyes narrowed, he never liked the color, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Albert and Newinggate also landed on the ground at this time, standing next to the Pope on the left and right.

The Grand Pope glanced at Conslet, who looked unwilling, and then at Albert, who was panting, and his heart was suddenly shocked, although he didn't know how the two fought just now, but at a glance, he knew that Albert had suffered.

Albert sighed and shook his head slightly.

He really wanted to say something about the five-year covenant like he had said half a day ago.

But now he didn't dare, he was afraid that Constant would teleport over and burn him with an axe, Constant looked like a human, but he didn't expect to be a madman!

He was really afraid of Conslet, after becoming a Holy Order, until now, he really didn't take the people of the world in his eyes, except for the Flame Dragon City and his old friend Grand Pope, he didn't take Downey Holy Order Archmage in his eyes.

The space is a holy step, and the distance is crossed at will, as long as you get close to the other party, and the body touches it slightly, the other party will be beaten into the void by yourself.

Albert always thought that he was almost invincible, and it wasn't until he met Conslett today that he realized how ignorant he was, not because the opponent's magic cultivation was higher than his own, nor because the opponent's spell casting speed was faster than his own.

The main reason is because people have a heart that is broken, and this guy is still a demon and martial arts double cultivator.

Far away, his own empty spells are not as powerful as others.

It's close, don't say that you touch someone, if it's within half a meter, it's definitely an axe, and let alone half a meter, as long as it's within fifty yards, people will shoot you with crossbow arrows, and it's also a magic crossbow, a magic breaking crossbow with magic runes carved with poison, a magic breaking crossbow smeared with poison and magic runes, and his own space element shield can't bear it for a few moments at all, and this guy doesn't shoot at the shield, focusing on the brain.

He had proposed a five-year covenant before, and he really wanted to provoke the other party to take the initiative to come to him and send him to death, of course, for the sake of the Great Pope, at most, he would abolish his first-order cultivation, so that he could not surpass himself in his lifetime, and he would not really kill him.

It's a pity that I didn't count that people would play routines.

No wonder Conslett is now a saint, it turns out that he is a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, and he also cultivates multiple spells, it is estimated that if he hadn't cultivated body skills and multiple spells, he would have become a saint a long time ago, how could it be his turn to speak wildly.

Now Albert didn't fantasize about the Great Pope interceding with Conslet, he thought about whether he would ask the Great Pope to intercede for him if he came out of the Holy Mountain one day and asked Conslet to block the door.

Albert has been very strong for decades, and he is also the master of the continent.

But the horizontal ones are afraid of dying, especially Conslet's cultivation is not much lower than him.

If you want to talk about the decent competition magic, Albert is not afraid at all, but it's a pity that there are too many Conslet routines.

It was Newinggate next to him, who subconsciously glanced at the blood-red giant axe that Conslet's hand was carrying upside down, and the axe just now was chopped over, and there was actually a strong negative force on it, and there were many, many extremely terrifying negative powers.

Conslet, who looked unwilling, didn't even look at the Great Pope, raised his axe and pointed at Albert and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, go on, aren't you the strongest man in the mainland, don't you wait for me for five years, you come, let's continue to fight, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you today, and let me do it for five years?" Blind your dog's eyes! ”

Alan looked at Conslett in surprise, I didn't expect this old guy to be so short-tempered, didn't he just say let you have five years, as for it, how strong is this self-esteem.

In front of so many people, Albert couldn't get off the stage, and the dead duck said stiffly: "You threw that axe, you take the wand, we have a new place." ”

If he didn't say that, Alan didn't think too much about it, after all, the space mage met a sub-saint mage who was a demon martial dual cultivator and wore a suit of armor, and he happened to be killed, which didn't mean that Conslett was better than him.

But as soon as Albert found a reason for such a dead duck, Alan really began to look down on him.

It's more embarrassing to say this than not to say it, what kind of weapons do you care people have?

Who knew that before Alan could laugh twice, the red-eyed Conslett took out his wand from his waist, pouted it in front of everyone, and said with a cruel smile: "I'm not afraid to tell you, this wand is used by Lao Tzu to decorate the façade, and this netherworld blood-colored battle axe is Lao Tzu's wand, which is taken from the spine of the blood-colored lord of the netherworld, the Chijia Rock Beast, and is shaped by the infusion of eight dark magic." ”

After saying that, Conslet's lips squirmed and waved the giant axe, only to see that the giant axe actually shot out a dark black light.

Everyone looked at each other, this giant axe was obviously a magic wand, but the shape... Is it a fucking axe?

Even if your axe can shoot a hundred spells, it can't deny the fact that it can kill people with one axe.

Not only Albert was stunned, but Alan was also dumbfounded.

This must be a frenzied elemental user, who stores all the mana in an axe。。。。。。。