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"Orange Flame Ghost Slash." Durand smiled and pulled out the flaming knife from the ground, and with a twist of his fingers, the knife changed from a reverse grip to a front grip.

As the blade was pulled out of the ground, the large blade that burst out of the surface disappeared with it. Then Durand turned his blade and aimed it straight at the old lich, stabbing lightly.

Kent's eyes widened suddenly, and he clearly saw that the tip of the flaming long knife suddenly sank into the void in front of him—with Duland's stabbing, another blade disappeared directly, only this time it was not inserted into the ground, but into the void!

Seeing this scene, Kent's face instantly changed several times. He suddenly screamed, dodged again, and as soon as he dodged, a blade poked out of the void behind him, grazing his body and stabbing him in the air. Unlike Duland's last blow, this knife was not enlarged to five or six meters in size, but shrunk!

When it stabbed out of the void, it was only the size of a needle tip, but it was an unprecedented condensation, and the attack power and lethality also directly increased by several grades. Kent's right arm was grazed a little, and a faint line of blood immediately appeared, although the wound was very shallow, but it was indeed injured under Duland's knife.

Durand pulled out his long knife, changed the angle, and stabbed into the void again. Then pull it out again, stab it again, and so on and so forth, and it is more than ten stabs in a row. His movements don't seem to be too fast, and the details of each movement can be seen clearly. However, his not fast movements made Kent tired of coping, and he kept dodging with strange screams.

Durand's position and angle are different for each knife, sometimes from behind, sometimes from the foot, sometimes from the top of the head...... And the size of each knife after breaking through the void is also completely different, there are enlarged blades more than ten meters long, and there are also reduced blades the size of needletips.

When Durand stabbed the eighteenth without saying a word, Kent finally couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the back.

The blade sank into his body slightly, and then, as if encountering some kind of strong resistance, it froze there, unable to go any further than half a minute. A trace of anger flashed on Kent's face, he bent down and roared, his whole body suddenly tensed, and the bulging muscles in an instant actually "squeezed" the blade that had entered the flesh again! Then the old lich stomped on the ground without saying a word, and the whole person jumped more than five meters into the air, picked up the black hammer in his hand in the air, and smashed it into the top of Duland's head in the air.

The force of this hammer was extremely heavy, and before it was completely smashed, the chaotic wind pressure brought by the hammer head had already blown Durand's robe and hunted.

"Haha, good time!"

Duland's eyes lit up, and he didn't dodge or dodge, looking up and waiting for the hammer to hit. He casually threw away the flaming long knife in his hand, and then clenched his fist, without the slightest movement of momentum, it was a jab that was cleanly blasted out, straight towards the hammer head in the air.

A strange color flashed in Kent's eyes.

His lich body was a hybrid of a ninth-level powerhouse, and he was very strong in all aspects, especially in terms of strength. Of course, this hammer is not inferior to a real ninth-level professional, after all, Kent can't fully master this body, but in terms of power, it can definitely smash an ordinary seventh-level professional with a hammer. He didn't expect Durand to choose to be so strong, his eyes couldn't help flashing, and the strength in his hand increased a few points.

Silently, Duland's white fist and swarthy hammer collided in an instant.

The fists and hammers glued to each other, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

At the moment of the collision, Duland's whole body sank suddenly, and the ground under his feet couldn't withstand this huge force from top to bottom, and collapsed. Then a circle of earth waves centered on the collapsed crater and spread out rapidly in all directions. The whole ghost street seemed to shake violently, and all the small buildings crunched and groaned, and they almost collapsed in the collision between the two.

"The strength is so strong!" Durand couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. He suffered some minor injuries from the collision alone. His face turned pale, and he could even hear a series of clicks from his finger and arm bones.

Of course, Kent was not happy, he thought that he could knock over Durand with one hammer, even if he couldn't decide the outcome with one hammer, he could instantly gain the upper hand and take the initiative, but he didn't expect Duland's fist to be strong and tough!

The hammer hit the fist and then bounced back almost as hard as it was to smash it. Kent almost couldn't grasp the hammer in his hand, and was carried upside down by the hammer flying high for more than a meter before stumbling to the ground.

The shaking of the ground continued for a few more moments before slowly subsiding.

Durand and Kent stared at each other fiercely, neither rushing to collide again. Duland's palms trembled faintly. And Kent didn't look unusual, but a thin crack quietly appeared on the hammer's head.

"I'm really curious now...... Young man, who are you? Kent stared at Durand and said in a strange tone: "I don't think you're over twenty-five years old, how can you have such perverted strength?" And your physical body is stronger than your magic, which is completely unreasonable! As far as I know, in the entire Big 6, there are only high-level class spirit warriors and magic archers, are you one of them? No, these two classes are more warlike in nature, and you can perform that kind of gorgeous and subtle magic......"

The more the old lich thought about it, the more incredible it became, and he couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "What kind of monster are you?" ”

For Kent, Duland's existence is completely incomprehensible. A guy who can use such terrifying spells, but also use his body to fight hard with his own lich body, and play the dwarven musket to perfection, this is completely unreasonable!

Naturally, Durand would not answer Kent's question, and he would not necessarily tell him that he was a battle mage from the main plane.

Without saying a word, he clenched his fists again, and in the blink of an eye, the two were entangled again. This time, Durand changed his style, not choosing to fight head-on, but fighting with the opponent in a small range of maneuvers, and gradually gained the upper hand.

Spells and physical skills are compulsory courses for every combat mage, and Durand's spells follow a gorgeous, tough, and changeable path, while physical skills are more efficient, hidden, and ruthless. In fact, he is not very good at fighting absolute power, but is better at hand-to-hand grappling like now. In the case of close quarters, the force distance is greatly reduced, which is obviously not conducive to Kent's wide open and closed style of play. Duland, on the other hand, hardly needs any momentum and distance to be able to burst out with extremely strong punches in just a moment.

The older Durand became, the more passive the old lich became.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Wait, wait! Wait a minute - don't fight, I won't fight! ”

ps: This is today's second update, sorry for being a little late.