Eagle Strike's energy blade was dotted against a large shield.

The shield was thin, like paper, but because it was combined with Fanor's realm, it became unshakable.

A white horse does not have the power to directly break through the realm, and the eagle strike cannot pierce the shield. Mo Liyun didn't think about solving the opponent with a single stab, but it was blocked so easily, and the stinky boy was still not satisfied with the first battle after leaving the customs.

Airplanes! Hundreds of crescent blades appeared in all directions, spinning and rushing out, obscuring the heavens and the earth.

"I'll see how many shields you build to block it!"

Burst! The sword pierced through the shield, the crescent blade sliced through the target, and Fanor appeared in the form of a hundred meters away.

Before he could stand firm, a tornado rose from the ground and enveloped him, and the already messy station was full of debris, and was swept into the wind circle, and Fanor flashed again, and he was greeted by countless eagle strikes that were scurrying all over the sky.

The field is wide open.

Fourth-order battles are a completely new topic for those with abilities, and there is no history to refer to, so they can only rely on a few capable people to explore by themselves.

For Fanor, the only domain duel was to kill Andy on the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, and that experience taught him that compressed domains are denser, more solid, and easier to shatter other people's domains.

And smashing the realm is the key to victory in the fourth-order confrontation at this stage.

When fighting Andy, he forced Andy to open his field, and then won the final victory, but Mo Liyun ...... Hasn't he just been promoted? Why are you so familiar with domain battles?

Before he could figure it out, the peculiar humming sound had already hit his face, and the young man charged, holding his sword, turning into a mountain wind.

Rumble!

"You've lost."

Seeing his pale gray realm shatter, the ice and snow melting in the early sun, Fanor hung in the air, as if he was out of the way.

"Any last words?"

"You seem familiar with the field battle."

Thinking of the distinctively distinctive wind realms in the illusion, the stinky boy had a little headache.

The past is not very retrospective, before he was promoted to the fourth order, the illusion still left a back door, no matter how bad it was, there was a detour to find, and after advancing to the fourth order, he had only one way to resist.

Let's ask if he tosses around day and night like this, how can he not be familiar with domain warfare?

That's the power of heaven and earth, if you don't surrender them, Young Master Mo won't be able to come out at all, how can you be qualified to entangle whether to participate in the beast fight, what a luxury trouble this is.

"Colosseum, what if you don't give the little one some cheapness, what if you run halfway?"

"Yes." Fanor nodded, agreeing with Mo Liyun's statement.

"You're not trying to stall, are you? I advise you to dispel your thoughts, but never again, you are no match for me. ”

"If you're up against an average powerhouse, you do win." Fanor raised his hand, I don't know why, that pair of strange bracelets always made Mo Liyun uneasy, "Ordinary people with abilities have nothing but abilities, but I'm different, I'm a priest." ”

The bracelet projected a colorful light, covering the entire station, and Mo Liyun's heart suddenly became alarmed, and his body retreated.

A whirlwind blew where he had stood, a whirlwind that burst like it was about to tear everything apart, very different from his tornado.

"My armament, mirage. The only piece of armor designed and produced by the Quintel Institute, it has no offensive power, and its only function is to cast a shadow in my heart. Fanor was gone, he was completely hidden in a piece of light, even Mo Liyun's holographic couldn't lock his position, as if he had incarnated into this light, existing in every corner, "As a child of the Mo family, you must have heard the story of the Battle of the Wall, I really want to know, are you familiar with the battle of the peak?" ”

"Illusion?" Mo Liyun gritted his teeth.

"I'm afraid it's not a fantasy......" Phoenix grabbed Paradise Lost and flew to him, "The rules of the priesthood, make the fake come true......"

The light and shadow dissipated, and outside a dilapidated church, four men floated opposite each other, with roaring soldiers at their feet, blood splashing in the rain of bullets, this is the scene of war.

Shout! A cannonball flew in the distance, and Phoenix dragged Mo Liyun higher. The violent explosion kicked up the earth, and the four soldiers who had been hiding in the fortifications disappeared, leaving only two charred limbs on fire, which remained in place.

There was some splattering dirt and blood on the wall of wind that had been urgently laid, and they were not in a dilapidated Maori magnetic train station, nor were there any trace of the Australian mountains not far away.

In the distance, there is a gray sea, and in the near distance is a city swept by wind and sand, and there are wars and smoke everywhere.

"This is ......"

"Greenwich." Phoenix bit his lip, "Greenwich at the time of the Walls War." ”

The four men facing each other turned their heads together, and Mo Liyun could call out everyone's name. Tyrant, Phil. Johnson, Juggernaut, Prodi. Ethel, Lava, Li Dajiang, as well as Yu Lin and Mo Siwu.

"Grandpa......"

Rumble! Mo Siwu spread his wings, which were as thick as an eagle's wings, and the feathers on them were delicate, and every time he flapped, a few would fall, and they would fall to the ground to set off turbulence, but they would never fall out.

"Hey, Phoenix, are those hallucinations?"

"They're real, at least to some extent, true." Phoenix shook his head in despair, "Fanol made them, but they shouldn't fight each other like history......"

She didn't need to tell Mo Liyun what these legends would do, Mo Siwu's wings flapped, and a hundred and ten feathers were already shooting towards them.

Mo Liyun screamed, the cicada's wings shook and dodged in the air, and the tyrant's whirlwind blocked the way and appeared high in the sky out of thin air.

"Damn! Scythe! The crescent moon flashed, shattering the whirlwind, and Mo Liyun rushed dangerously to the ground, avoiding the scattered turbulence, this feeling was like returning to Tangning's illusion, but that illusion had no malice, and every wind here wanted to kill him.

Rumble! The lava swept up from the ground, and Li Dajiang was already standing there at some point, wearing the armor of lava, and a pair of long swords slashed violently.

Eagle Strike held the sword, Mo Liyun just wanted to fight back, Mo Siwu had already flown into place, and the sword that was also condensed with energy was thrown out of the air.

Mo Liyun is going crazy! Obviously, it was only three third-order, but with that kind of veteran combat experience, he couldn't make any effective counterattack with the pressure of combined strikes. Even if there is an occasional gap, the one who appears in front of the Eagle Strike must be Mo Siwu, that is Grandpa!

"Field! Open! The turquoise realm stretched out in all directions, but the three opponents had already retreated in unison, and the realm did not envelop anyone.

Fanol was still in the dark, and it was impossible for Mo Liyun to hold up the realm for a long time, and as soon as he retracted it, Li Dajiang's meteor strike directly smashed in front of him.

To rush ...... Hedge!

"White Pony!"

Rumble! The cyan meteor and the golden-red meteor collided together, and Li Dajiang, who was in lava armor all over his body, flew out with blood spurting blood, and Mo Liyun took off into the air, and the feather coat in front of him continued to crumble, turning into turbulence, cooling the remaining molten flow, and the eagle strike flew like an elf, blocking the rubble.

These veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time during the Battle of the Wall would not give Mo Liyun a chance to pursue, Mo Siwu and Johnson were flanked by each other, and the whirlwind of steel knives was wrapped in condensed jade-like air, and the slightest touch was an endless explosion.

Compared to Mo Liyun's hard battle, Phoenix is no better, her opponent is the master 20 years ago, Prodi, who has just advanced to the third order. Ethel.

"I really want to catch up with you, but it's a pity it's not the time." Phoenix smiled wryly and volleyed down, spinning like a dance, the bell tower behind him ringing, apparently avoiding an impact.

Boom! Swords and swords clashed, Phoenix got close, Paradise Lost's suppression of ability was everywhere, Prodi lost control of force, and a duel of third-order abilities began to test the mastery of fighting between the two.

I'm afraid no one has ever seen the juggernaut's punches and kicks, and I don't even remember Phoenix. Prodi is forever honing his abilities, countless coma, countless breakthroughs, he has neither time to practice fighting, nor will he have the interest to master this "mortal power".

So Phoenix handed over his sword, and then he knew what Prodi had prepared for that decisive battle.

Bang bang! Expressionlessly, Prodi pulled out two huge modified pistols from his back and fired them. 12.7 caliber, huge recoil, exaggerated barrel, carved with the wild grip of a pair of wild wolves howling at the moon.

Phoenix avoided it one step ahead, and the wry smile grew thicker and thicker. How could she not know this pair of guns, it was a gift from Tang Hua to Prodi for her 18th birthday, when she was too young and too young, but the pair of wolves were drafts drawn by her sister herself.

"That day, you even brought the Moonlit Night Wolf King with ......"

Bang bang! Phoenix flashed bullets again, ordinary shots were no threat to her, and the prophet could predict all the attacks against her, but Prodi's sense of battle was indeed amazing, shooting with one hand and guarding with the other, suppressing her from the air and not giving her any chance to fight back.

Phoenix counted the bullets, the Wolf King on a moonlit night was 14 magazines, counted to 13, Prodi changed hands to shoot, and with a flip of the trench coat, a row of magazines was revealed from his waist, and there were more than a dozen of them......

That...... What the hell are you thinking......

At that time, Prodi had just entered the third order, and Phoenix tried to put himself as a friend and think with his thoughts.

We already knew that the alliance was going to use elite troops to raid Greenwich, and Edranor blocked the army in the Alps, but both Li Dajiang and Mo Siwu are battle-hardened powerhouses, so it turns out that you are not sure of victory, you just want to drag the opponent until the energy is exhausted, and use the only non-capable combat method you are good at...... Maybe you're planning to shoot a few more special forces who perform decapitation after the battle is over?

Dancing to dodge bullets, Phoenix landed, saw that his old friend had changed his magazine, and the exaggerated muzzle flame continued, and began the second round of shooting.

You can only run out of bullets, right? Phoenix sighed, thankfully, there was a limit to how many magazines there were......