With a strange smile on his face, England was keenly aware that Cyril's frost-covered wounds seemed to have stopped regenerating, in other words, his ice magic seemed to be effective in preventing Cyril from recovering from his injuries. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After discovering this, England suddenly felt that he was a big step closer to victory, and he swung his magic battle continuously, summoning dozens of ice spikes in one breath, and shooting them at Cyril in a stormy form.

Frightened by the frost magic attached to the Ice Pillar of England, Cyril dodged backwards in a panic, but due to the injuries on his body, his speed was not as fast as he could play.

Although he barely managed to escape the center covered by dozens of ice spikes, she still had a lot of bruises on her body.

Holding his neck, Cyril inhaled hard, looking at England who slowly crawled out of the rubble, he thought with a headache, "Damn...... It doesn't matter if the injury can't be recovered, it's not a big deal for me to have some injuries on my body, but the problem is that the wound on the neck is too much of a hindrance, and if you don't breathe well, it will lead to a lot of combat power reduction!"

"You dare to be distracted when you fight me, are you underestimating me too much, or are you looking down on yourself too much!?"

Hearing a roar not far in front of him, Cyril let out a stiff dry laugh after seeing the frost hand behind England's back, which was three or five times larger than his body, and then pulled away and retreated.

The huge frost palm grazed Cyril's body and slapped it on the ground fiercely, and the ground within a radius of ten meters was suddenly covered with a thick layer of white frost, and Cyril could even feel the cold air constantly jumping upward.

"Hmph...... Although it is an ant, it moves quite fast......" let out a dissatisfied complaint, and with a wave of the English staff, a huge frost giant hand stretched out from the huge blue ** circle behind him.

The frost giant hand clenched into a fist and slammed into Cyril, and just as Cyril was about to dodge to the side, England, who had been prepared for a long time, summoned dozens of frost thorns to surround Cyril.

With his fists clenched at his waist, Ciril's black ** power, which had been somewhat calmed down all over his body, suddenly rose again, and he shouted violently: "In that case, then let's come and fight hard!"

The fists that were closed on his side lifted up hard, and Cyril let out a high-pitched roar from his mouth, and the fists burning with black flame-like magic went straight against the frost giant fist that was three or five times larger than his body.

At the moment when the two fists collided with the Frost Giant Fist, a shockwave suddenly erupted in the air, and even England, who was far away, was knocked to the ground.

The bones of Cyril's arms creaked with a weird creaking sound, but he managed to block England's rather confident blow.

In the eyes of the audience, Cyril's hand is quite powerful, and it also makes the audience's evaluation of his strength go up a notch.

But only Cyril himself knew that the ice magic that came from this Frost Fist was so great that he even felt like the inside of his arms had frozen.

"No, no, no, this is not good, I didn't expect his magic power to be so strong, if the confrontation continues, it must be my ...... who will be defeated."

Thinking of this, Cyril's pupils shrank, and the black ** force covering his body sank into the ground.

Then, from the black liquid magic that poured out of the ground, a monstrous beast with a pure black body and a height of about two meters appeared, which was a new magic created by Cyril in imitation of Nikolai's blood family.

The beast bypassed Cyril's body and pounced on England, and England, who was several times slower than the beast, changed his complexion, and although he had tried to dodge backwards, a large piece of flesh was still torn off his left arm.

Covering the wound on his arm, he took a few steps back, and England spat out a few syllables at an extremely fast speed, and the two huge fireballs with a diameter of about half a meter that condensed and rolled around him shot towards the black beast.

England breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the black beast completely engulfed in flames, and it was then that he heard the exclamations of the audience.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the black ** force covered by Cyril's arm suddenly transformed into countless sharp blades and hit the Frost Giant Fist, and shattered it into several large pieces, and he was rushing towards England at a very fast speed when the obstacle in front of him had disappeared.

"How is that possible? Didn't this guy be afraid of frost magic before? Why is he so brave now? Could it be that he has developed antibodies or something?"

As he pondered what had happened, England quickly chanted a few complex incantations, and the thunderbolt-covered spikes emerged from the ground to block Cyril's path.

Swinging his right arm covered by black ** force forward vigorously to smash these rock thorns, Cyril let out a loud cry in his mouth, and the fan-shaped black ** force shock wave suddenly swept forward.

England Mu stretched out the bloodstained hand that covered his wound and slapped it on the ground hard, and a crimson magic array suddenly appeared under him, and a translucent blood-red barrier appeared in front of England Mu to block all the shock waves in front of him, and the part of the two sides that passed was to plow the ground into two deep ravines.

"That's right, I'm more adaptable than I thought!" With a low compliment, Cyril leaped from the spot and turned into two pitch-black claws that slammed into the translucent barrier.

With this full force of his blow, several cracks immediately spread on the barrier, and with a deep breath, Cyril's two sharp claws slammed back and forth against the barrier in front of him.

Seeing the cracks on the barrier continue to increase, England's face, which was originally slightly relieved, became quite ugly again, and the speed of the spell that he had been slowly reciting in his mouth increased by several points.

"Ora OlaOraOla!!" both fists swung faster than the other, and as he waved his fists, Cyril let out a high-pitched shout.

Countless fist shadows slammed into the translucent barrier, and the barrier that had given England and me a great deal of confidence as soon as it was unleashed, shattered in just two seconds under Cyril's terrifying onslaught.

The claws stabbed hard into England's head, and Cyril shouted, "Give up!!"

"Let's see who dies first!" snapped his fingers, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and turned into a sharp blade, instantly piercing Cyril's right hand.

The lightning blade pierced Cyril's right hand and then turned into a thunderbolt that bound his arm and slammed him aside.

"Thunder and lightning soaring freely in the sky, turn into the wrath of Thor, the god of thunder, and crush your enemies......

After keenly hearing a very interesting word in England's mantra, the red-haired beauty, who looked quite noble, turned her head to Priscilla and asked, "Priscilla, that should be a divine spell, right?"

Nodding, both Priscilla and the few legendary stars sitting beside him had serious expressions.

"Yes, that's a spell, but is McDowell such a high-level priest in the first place, and can even use a spell of this level!?"

Rubbing his chin, Azir thought for a moment and replied, "It's not surprising, isn't it, although I haven't heard that McDowell can use the Divine Charm, but it should not be too surprising that an almost omniscient and all-powerful being like him can use the Divine Charm, but this time Cyril's victory rate is less. ”

Nodding in agreement, Beyoncé lifted her slender legs, then propped her chin and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's a pity, I really wanted to fight Cyril!"

Compared to the legendary stars who easily accepted Sylvia's use of the Divine Charm, Ethel and the others instantly understood that Sylvia in front of them was an impostor.

It seems that even if he imitates all the details of the teacher, he still doesn't understand some things if he is not a teacher. Knorr-Bremse sighed, and then she stared at England with sharp eyes as he was casting a spell on the field.

That's right, England's intelligence network is indeed unbelievably large, and apart from secret talks with Oscar, or accepting the Gandora inheritance under the Dragonfall, he knows almost everything about Sylvia in the absence of a third party.

However, some time ago, when Sylvia was teaching in the school, she once talked to a few classmates about something between classes, and this matter was ...... England didn't know.

In the Third Abyss Battle, Sylvia, who caused the accident of her beloved Angelina because of the excesses of some gods, once said.

"In order to be able to increase my strength, I will try any method appropriately, but only the power of God...... Only the power of God! I won't even use it if I die!!"

Of course, the English who was in the battle did not know that Ethel and the others had completely recognized their identities, and when she felt that her spell was about to be completed, a trace of joy flashed in her heart, and she thought to herself: "Die! The power of the curse is extremely powerful, and you will definitely die now." Regardless of whether you are Zero or not, anyone who is a little similar to Zero can't let go, so it's up to you to take the initiative to participate in the Legend Star Tryout!!"

With a powerful swing of the wooden staff, a pillar of blue-white thunder light about the thickness of an arm instantly pierced Cyril's chest.