In the face of the coercion of the saint-level fighting spirit, Prince Bolton did not react at all, as if the powerful coercion had no effect on him. He glanced at Zhang Yuan deeply and said, "I used to think that I thought I looked down on you, but now I know that I look down on you." Top secret information from the Northern Order Clan says that a powerful and mysterious group of Beamon and human adventurers have crossed the ice field, and they and we have never understood who that powerful group is. Now, I think I already know who it is. ”

"The war was terrible, and he devoured the lives of countless innocent fighters. Zhang Yuan, do you want to bet on the outcome of this war at the lowest cost and avoid a large-scale war? You must know that your Sword City only has an army of a few hundred elementals and an army of less than 10,000 barbarians. Compared to the 200,000 army behind me, once the fight starts, the few are like moths to a fire. Prince Bolton looked at Zhang Yuan and said.

"War can be avoided?" Zhang Yuan looked at Prince Bolton in surprise and said, "Tell me, how do you want to gamble?" ”

"I propose three ways to fight, and you can fight! If you win three battles, I will withdraw my troops. Not only that, but we are willing to establish peaceful relations with your Sword City. Looking at Zhang Yuan, Prince Bolton said in a deep voice.

"Prince Bolton, can you represent His Majesty the Lion-Faced King of Erathia? And if we lose one of them and win two out of three, aren't we also a winner? Zhang Yuan looked at Prince Bolton and said.

"No, no, no! You must know that our army of Erathia has completely defeated you, and we have the absolute initiative. As long as you have a defeat, then you lose. You know, this is the will of our King Xià. And, Zhang Yuan! This is still for the sake of your contribution to Erathia, and give your Sword City a chance to make peace and show your strength. If you can't even meet this requirement, we in Erathia don't want to have a weak ally! ”

"I do!" Zhang Yuan looked back at the less than 10,000 Sword City troops and several brothers and sisters. At this point, he had no choice in the face of the mighty army of Erathia.

"Good! Zhang Yuan, since you agreed, let's start. In the first competition, we competed in magic. You are not allowed to use your fighting spirit to fight against the magicians chosen by our team. With that, he walked straight to his side.

Zhang Yuan looked directly into the distance as an elderly magician walked out of the camp of the Elasia army. He was clearly a pure magician and didn't walk too fast. His face was calm and a little worried, and he only nodded to him as he walked past Prince Bolton.

Zhang Yuan, who was already preparing to fight, widened his eyes fiercely, he looked at the opponent he was about to face in horror, blurted out, and called: "Dean! ”

Yes, the person who came out of the Erathia army and was about to start three battles with Zhang Yuan to decide the direction of the war was none other than the strongest eighth-order saint-level senior saint Qio archmage in the Kuriti Demon Martial Academy in Erathia, and he was also the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Academy.

Zhang Yuan never thought that Prince Bolton would actually invite Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, to engage in this magic battle with him. At this time, he finally understood what Prince Bolton said just now, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Let's not talk about how much I can exert my own strength in the face of my own gracious dean. Let's just say that as an extremely experienced eighth-order saint-level senior saint-level Saint Qiao archmage, Dean Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, is obviously the strongest among mages of the same level. His magic has been instructed by him a lot, and in all respects, he may not be the opponent of the other party!

Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, slowly walked in front of Zhang Yuan, looked at Zhang Yuan, who respectfully saluted him, and said with a bitter smile: "Zhang Yuan, I haven't met in just a few months, and I didn't expect that the two of us would meet again on the battlefield." Zhang Yuan, you are the most proud disciple in my academy, but now you have become my enemy. I am a member of the kingdom of Erathia, and I must fight this battle. I don't want to say anything else, I just hope you don't show mercy to me because I was the head of your college, and if that is the case, it will only be an insult to me. You have to understand that when the most outstanding disciple defeats the dean's land, it is the dean's greatest happiness. ”

Zhang Yuan looked at Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, blankly, from his words, Zhang Yuan heard worry and many complicated feelings, obviously, Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, would never want to fight with the disciples of his own academy. But things have come to this point, and this duel is no longer up to them.

You must know that Deken, the dean of the Curiti Magic Martial Arts Academy, represents the highest level of the magical world of the Kingdom of Erathia. It is the strongest level of magic outside of the Sanctuary, which represents the glory of all races of the Order and the Angel Alliance!

Deken, the head of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, raised his right hand, the light in his hand flickered, and a snow-white magic wand had appeared in his hand, and a magic spar on it was shining with snow-white brilliance, even in this gloomy weather, it still released a dazzling brilliance. Zhang Yuan knew that this special ring had an excellent effect on condensing spiritual power and activating magic power.

"I'm going to start." Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, raised his magic wand to Zhang Yuan and performed the most standard etiquette between a magician duel.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly returned the salute with the four-series magic sword in his arms, and he didn't dare to slack off at all about his former dean of the academy. If there is anyone in the Erathia Demon Martial Academy who he respects the most, there are undoubtedly two. One is Monalia, the mentor of the Demon Martial Arts Department who enlightened himself with magic and fighting spirit, and gave him a four-series magic sword and a water curtain guardian magic robe, and the other is Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy who has given him a lot of help in high-end magic improvement.

Deken, the head of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, never asked him for anything, but he gave him a lot of help. Under the guidance of Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, Zhang Yuan had a new understanding of the magic of various departments, and the benefits of his fighting spirit and the integration of the magic of various departments and combat skills were incalculable.

"Dean, please first." Zhang Yuan regained his feet, and the three battles decided a war, and it was not a battle for him alone. The moment he decided to fight, he had already put aside the friendship between himself and Deken, the head of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy. For the sake of the ten thousand warriors on the ground of Sword City, for the sake of his friends and brothers in the city, he can't lose.

A sword trick was unfolded, and both hands flicked the sword body, and Zhang Yuan's expression suddenly became natural. That calm and tranquil aura made Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy opposite, nod secretly, he hadn't tested Zhang Yuan's strength for a long time.

At this time, Deken discovered that his most outstanding disciple, the genius Cheng Dù, was much stronger than he expected. Sighing secretly in his heart, he knew very well that no matter whether the battle in front of him was won or lost, it was impossible for Zhang Yuan to return to the Curiti Demon Martial Academy. However, Deken knew that in the future, he would definitely put Zhang Yuan's name into the Curiti Demon Martial Academy. Because, he can be sure that in the future, Zhang Yuan will definitely make the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy glorious because of him!

"Zhang Yuan, I'm going to make a move!" The deep voice of Deken, the head of the Curiti Magic Martial Arts Academy, sounded, and a dazzling brown light was instantly released from the tip of the magic wand under the infusion of white mana in his hand. His voice wasn't far away, only Zhang Yuan could hear it, and by the time he said this, the snow-white light released from the magic wand had completely enveloped his own body.

Zhang Yuan raised his head fearlessly and looked directly at Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy. At this time, Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy, his eyes had turned pale silver, and a strong spiritual fluctuation was released from his eyes.

With a flash of light, Zhang Yuan found that Deken, the dean of the Curiti Demon Martial Arts Academy in front of him, had instantly turned into eight. This is a powerful mirror image of water magic, and the all-pervasive spiritual coercion is like a huge dungeon cage trapping Zhang Yuan in it.

Eight flames rushed down into the sky and rushed directly towards Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan waved the four-series magic sword, and a circle of brown aura dispersed around Zhang Yuan's body as the center, without deliberate control, a defensive circle composed of surprise defense magic naturally swayed out in his swing.