In the dark and narrow room, the young master of the lamp bro had no way to retreat, but to attack desperately. He knew that no matter how clever he was at this time, it would be impossible to eliminate the unmistakable killing intent that swirled around the silver-haired boy's body. He knew that this lovely silver-haired boy sitting on the beam of the house had always been extremely shrewd, and he was definitely not a foolish person. Rather than being clumsy, adding to the laughing stock, wasting time and energy, it is better to fight to the death, and maybe there is a glimmer of life.

All of the moves and techniques of the lamp bro, all the incomparably painful human body modifications, all the so-called dark powers, and secret blood powers, all exist to defeat the person in front of him, so this young master has a self-confidence that has long been solidified, thinking that he and the silver-haired boy are the same level of powerhouse, and the strength is almost completely equal, and only tactics, skills and luck determine the outcome of the battle.

He didn't believe that the other party could use a strength far beyond him, and this kind of thinking was not what a living Lampburo member should have.

Driven by this self-confidence, he once again used his blood energy, and the power of blood surged through his body, through the capillaries, through the surface of his body, into the surrounding air. The space around his body suddenly rolled into a black whirlwind, and in the whirlwind, there was a dark red fang-like light, and after these lights, it condensed into a semi-liquid and semi-solid thing, which was the product of the combination of dark energy and the mysterious energy in the blood, a bit like the blood summoning technique that Silver Dust used to use before. These dark red, blood-clotted clumps, which looked fragile, were actually sharper than the swords made by King Kong, and although they were very easy to break, they had the property of infinite regeneration, they were like some living, sharp teeth, enveloping from all possible angles, and rushing towards the mage like a dense rain of missiles.

However, the light in the magician's hand only flickered, and before he could even wave his hand, the sharp paddles of blood condensed were completely gone. A blazing light flashed, and more tears were left on the face of this year's master, and he could barely open his eyes, because the light from the mage's fingertips was so dazzling that it was like turning on and off a searchlight in the infinite darkness of the night.

As a member of Lampburo, the young master knew very well that his strength was more than twice as poor as usual in a dark environment. The dark night, the small dark room, these are all advantageous environments, but he feels that in this darkness at this time, he is controlled everywhere, as if he has fallen into an extremely unfavorable environment. Before coming to this small room, he had never imagined that the light that flickered rapidly in the darkness could have such a great and bad effect on him.

He gritted his teeth and continuously released the energy in his heart's blood, the dark secret technique repeatedly impacted his body, taking away a considerable part of its vitality every time, he felt that his limbs were becoming more and more numb, and the ground under his feet seemed to gradually turn into cotton, and even between exhaling and inhaling, there was a wave of paralysis in the air in the lung cavity.

She didn't feel cold, but felt a little stuffy, this dream wrapped around him like a thick quilt, making his movements slower and slower, he kept sending out all kinds of vicious blood balls that emitted dark red light, these snow wolves swelled into dark clouds, and between the clouds fell dark leads, the same heavy balls, the wind and rain to the shadows, like arrows, towards the magician. However, the mage's fingertips only bloom with the monotonous lightsaber of encountering and encountering. Each lightsaber is like a two-handed greatsword, huge, heavy, gorgeous and majestic. The rays of light purified the air of all the black and dark red substances that could float, and only a simple scorching heat wave remained in the air. The temperature in the small room was getting hotter, which made the magician himself a little uncomfortable. So he simply stretched out his other hand, and a dark purple halo erupted, which illuminated everything here, and after the purple light, a thin layer of frost actually formed in the room.

There were still a few candles in the candlestick nailed to the corner, and these candles burned silently after the purple light. The young master finally does not have to worry about his eyes becoming permanently blind in the flickering environment. But at this time, he faced an even bigger problem, he ran out of blood in his body.

Blood energy is like this, every morning, a secret blood ritual must be held, from an unknown place, a sufficient amount of blood energy must be extracted, one of the functions of these blood energy is to protect the user's spoiled blood, from being ignited by the sun, of course, those vampires who are reluctant to spend time, to perform this complex and unbearable painful ritual, in this life do not want to go out in the daytime.

The amount of blood energy that can be obtained in each ritual is certain, neither more nor less, and when it is used up, it will have to wait until the next sunrise to that hour. All members of the Lampburo perform this ritual with pilgrimage devotion, so no one will forget the possibility, and as a result, the upper limit of each member's energy is fixed, and the level of strength depends only on the amount of energy that can be released by each move. The young master is not a powerful person in the entire Lampburo organization, so his strength in every move and style is not too strong, so that it can have a long endurance, and fight with the magician for half an hour, at this time, it consumes all the energy, and there is no ice power in the body, and he really becomes an ordinary person, but he can hold up in front of the magician for so long, and he should also feel that although he is defeated.

But it's a pity that in the life-and-death Shura field, the loser never has glory.

The magician slowly jumped down from the high beam as if giving alms, and stood in front of the young master, who did not know where to come from, and pulled out a black dagger, which reflected a strange dark green luster under the reflection of the candlelight, which was obviously quenched poison, and it must have been a bloody poison. The Lampburo Warriors, who have lost their blood energy, must be completely transformed into killers in order to be worthy of their inexplicably swollen and empty self-esteem.

"It's boring. The magician's voice was particularly low at this time, and there was even a sense of decadence: "You are so fragile in the face of the power of light." ”

"Don't be complacent. "Please speak loudly: "We don't know that there are thousands of warriors, all of whom are peerless masters of blood cultivation—"

"Even if you are all Purple Wind Scatterers, what can you do? The real Purple Wind Scatterers have also been killed by me. The magician's tone was mixed with an aria that pretended to be mournful: "This student is not afraid of me, is he still afraid of you?"

He paused for a moment, and asked the young master with some confusion: "By the way, before you, didn't someone have already tested me-" He couldn't ask any more after half asking, and he remembered that the so-called Lampbro master had fled a moment before he was about to emit a sword of light.

"What? You're talking about the brothers in Shield Sky City the other day, and they've taught you how to use the flame tricks. The voice of the young master revealed a little smugness: "We still have thousands of people, thousands of people who have the means to crack your flame, and your so-called invincible myth should also be broken." ”

"If only I could only fire. Or if only I didn't shine. Blood magic can never get any advantage in front of the light, never. ”

The magician suddenly stretched out her hands solemnly, and assumed a posture that was close to pilgrimage, and she raised her head slightly, and said in a tone that was almost fanatical:

"We need to thank Mr. Harrow, the leader of the Poison Dragon Cult, for truly teaching me how to use [Elemental] to restrain [Form] - the Great Purification Spell: Kill All Poisons!"

Every molecule of air in the small room, I turned into a small light source in the last cry of the magician, and the light was like a golden soul mist, bursting out from any corner of the small room, turning into a golden cloud of brilliant light, like the steam in a steamer, filling the entire space, at that moment, it seemed that even oxygen was ionized into light, and all the furniture in the small room, together with the young master of the lamp, was in that brilliant golden light, turned into plasma, and at the moment when the thin slate blocking the door suddenly disappeared, rushed out of the door, disappeared without a trace。

The magician looked at the empty room and sighed softly, he knew that from this moment on, Lampburo would no longer have any meaning of existence.

"I knew that I wouldn't use light, just use arcane and thunder and lightning to have fun with him, it's a slow and long night, but it's really boring. ”

After he finished speaking, he walked slowly out of the room with his hands behind his back.

Before he could even gain a foothold in the middle of the long corridor, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him, and the strong wind was wrapped in a huge amount of wind and snow, which did not give him any time to react, and completely filled his vision, and then, a thick hand clasped his left shoulder, and the ice exploded, but there was no slightest killing intent, and that hand transmitted a not amazing, but quite effective twisting force, causing the magician to turn aside.

The magician only reacted at this time, but he already felt that another killing wind and snow were approaching. It gathers the Holy Realm to burn the elemental cultivation, and the time and space, which is one of the elements, suddenly stops, leaving everything around it to be still. Only then did he avoid the doom of being penetrated by a knife in the chest. Come on, if he was an ordinary boxer, he would probably be dead if he did it.

Taking advantage of the stillness of time, he allowed himself to dodge the hand knife that was wrapped in endless ice power, and finally saw clearly, it was a hand, a very ordinary man's hand, and the rest of the man was buried deep in the blue wind and snow, and there was no outline. The magician let go of the knife in his hand, and at the same time stretched out his hand to lift the end of time and space, and the moment he lifted the time ban, an incomparably powerful sword intent gathered behind him.

"Sword?!" The magician knew very well that the sword intent behind him was to solve him and the person in front of him who delivered a sharp blow in the jade wind and snow. That sword intent was very foreign to the magician, and she couldn't parse the [form] contained in that suggestion, which meant that it wasn't a move in any of the sword books she knew.

The attack from behind did not surprise the magician much, what he was really surprised was that the attacker behind was actually a good hand with a sword.

In the world's demons, all those who can be called famous with swords are out of the Divine Sword Gate, and the rest are boxers. Boxers also use weapons at times, but few are able to use swords. Because the sword is a weapon that is easy to learn and difficult to master, if you want to truly practice fame, you must give up the ability of the battle spirit. If you want to truly become famous and become a master of using swords, you must give up the ability to transform your battle spirit, which is an unbearable burden for boxers in the world. Therefore, at the moment when the devil is prosperous, right and wrong are reversed, good and evil are reversed, and the swordsman in the world is respected in the Gangfeng era, and almost everyone uses a sword, but today's swordsman is like a gladiatorial slave, everyone despises it, and his status is only a little higher than that of the killer.

The so-called orthodoxy in the world naturally respects the ability of the battle soul to transform itself, and the ability to transform the battle soul must use soul mist, and the soul mist and sword qi cannot be both. The battle spirit can be transformed into multiple beast types, and with the skill of fists and claws, the power is naturally not the same as that of people holding cold weapons. And when the soul fog is exhausted, the boxer wants to protect himself, so he can only use weapons, when the boxer uses weapons, he can't cast the soul fog at all, he can only use the soul qi to create a large amount of wind and snow, obscuring the opponent's sight, and then killing him with weapons. Therefore, when the war spirit was rampant, it was also the day of the decline of the world's hundred soldiers, except for hidden weapons, longbows, spears, heavy crossbows and other weapons whose attack distance far exceeded that of soul beasts, the imperial court no longer kept all other weapons, these weapons were melted down, made into iron armor and issued to the soldiers.

Therefore, it is really very accidental to see a person with a sword on the rivers and lakes now, and the swordsmanship used by this person is actually the god of magic who covers all the swordsmanship in the world and turns all the buildings into spells, which has never been seen before, which makes the magician even more surprised.

But at this time, there is no room for magic to think too much, the owner of the beast tooth hiding in the wind and snow, thinking that the magician gang has become the accomplice of the swordsman behind him, or that anyone who dares to block this guy's arrival must be pierced by his beast fang.

As soon as the magician lifted the susceptibility of time and space, the blizzard in front of him suddenly solidified and turned into a thick layer of cold ice, completely freezing the ten-zhang long corridor, and the crystal clear ice grew rapidly, condensing a mighty tiger. The tiger naturally did not come out towards the magician, and the blue and white reading teeth in the tiger's mouth reflected the light of Sen Ran, but this ice tiger did not come directly to the magician, but deviated from a small angle, obviously conjuring up the tiger person, and the original intention was to stop him, and the real target to kill was the swordsman behind him.