Lin Qiu's figure kept shuttling through the nave, and as long as he stopped for a moment, he would be pierced by the ice edge that came after him. The old man www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion completely gave up his defense, and his extremely hideous face seemed to be determined to kill Lin Qiu here.

If the previous nave was only full of devastation, then at this moment, I am afraid that no one dares to believe that this is the magnificent hall of the past - the dome and the ground of the main hall are covered with rising ice ridges, the walls have been torn open a few gaps, and the bitter cold wind is constantly coming from the outside, and the nave at this moment is like a stalactite cave made of ice.

Under the influence of the old man's inscription, the space in the central hall was compressed, and the space for Lin Qiu's activities became smaller and smaller.

After the second-order seal was closed, Lin Qiu suddenly felt the weakness of his ability, he could only rely on the high mobility of the speed sword to keep dodging, and under the pursuit of the heavy ice edges, he couldn't get close to the old man at all.

Fortunately, the old man could not capture his figure for the time being, so he could not predict the trajectory of Lin Qiu's movement, he continued to compress the space of the nave, if someone came outside the hall at this moment, he would definitely be shocked to find that the nave had shrunk several times.

After fighting with this old man, Lin Qiu suddenly felt a trace of abnormality.

Frann seemed to have been defeated too easily, and according to the other party's account, during the civil war of the Assassin Guild, he almost defeated several other elders with crushing strength, and this old man was among them!

Farran's ability to bring his imagination to life through words allows him to create a puppet of Farlan the Bard with his ability to engrave...... So, is the leader of Spades really him?

Before Lin Qiu could think about it, the ice ridge in front of him suddenly changed direction, once again blocking his path. Caught off guard, he had to break the ice edge with a slash, and the moment of stagnation caused the chasing ice spike to cut a wound in his forearm.

Before the wound was bleeding, a layer of ice flakes formed.

Harrow's power is still there, and invisibly her power happens to be the old man's most advantageous weapon.

If the old man was not controlling the solid ice that Heluo Dragon's breath had turned into, Lin Qiu's slash would be able to easily break through this obstacle and hit the old man's vital point.

Legend has it that the ice formed by the dragon's breath can last for months, which means that until the end of the decisive battle, he will have to face this extremely hard ice edge.

A feeling of weakness surged from his left arm, and Lin Qiu felt as if the blood from the wound had been coagulated, and this feeling of powerlessness began to spread slowly.

The old man's attack did not slow down, and his notching power continued to surge.

Even regardless of engraving and sword skills, there is an insurmountable gap between the Templars and the Royal Knights in terms of scoring power, and if there is a protracted battle, Lin Qiu must fall in the end.

Lin Qiu knew this very well in his heart, and his aura became a little disordered.

In addition to his talent, the engraving also played a crucial role in mastering this sword technique in such a short period of time - but correspondingly, every time he moved, he had to experience the double consumption of the engraving and the marking power!

His only hope was to break through this ice edge and approach the old man when he was shaking his head.

From the very beginning, the old man's action of protecting himself with the ice wall proved that he was afraid of his own slashes, and his body was probably far less hard than the ice wall. And even after giving up his defense, the old man's attack has been deliberately blocking his direction, leading him into the distance.

Having said that, the old man in front of him was a figure from the same era as Baifeng, and it was not easy to make an opponent of this level tremble when he lost his mind, and he could still do such an impenetrable attack when he lost his mind.

Lin Qiu took a deep breath and felt out a barrier crystal.

In order to ensure the safety of the two, he asked Richard to bring both obsidian necklaces into the cabinet, and if he still had an obsidian necklace in his hand at the moment, the certainty of this blow would undoubtedly be much more certain.

If he rushed towards the old man head-on, the opponent would definitely do his best to block his slash because he was afraid of his sword skills.

The wound on his left arm forced him to take a big gamble, how many ice edges could this barrier crystal withstand?

Lin Qiu stepped on an icicle, and the next moment, his body suddenly bounced towards the old man. And at the moment when he exerted his strength, the circular green barrier surrounded him in the center, and the oncoming ice spikes caused the barrier to ripple with shocking ripples, and after the four ice ridges, the barrier shattered in response.

Facing Lin Qiu, countless ice edges that broke through the barrier pierced his whole body.

The orange light above the blade was very big, but at this moment, Lin Qiu's heart sank like water. The sword formed a barrier around him, and the orange fire cut a path for him.

Bai Feng's sword skills are famous for being able to complete a hundred slashes in an instant, Lin Qiu once scoffed at Alyssa's description, he thought that as long as he could directly hit the enemy's vital point, then only one slash was enough, and now, the number of slashes has become his last dependence on survival.

As long as he maintained this high-frequency slash for one more second, the distance between him and the old man would be one point closer.

Looking at the young man who was gradually approaching him, the old man's face did not change in the slightest, the magic pattern had spread to his palm, and the liquid floating around him turned into a row of sharp arrows, shooting towards Lin Qiu again.

"On the battlefield, the first person to hand over his cards is often the loser. ”

If it was someone else, he might still be afraid of Lin Qiu's amazing sword momentum at the moment, but he was different - he had long been accustomed to seeing this extremely powerful sword technique, and in the Assassins' Guild, there was a sword master who was much stronger than this young man.

He believed that as long as he gave this young man a few more years, the other party would definitely become a strong man like Alyssa, and it was not impossible to even surpass the latter. Because when it comes to strategy, this kid seems to have an intuition that is different from ordinary people.

But he could never give the other party such time.

"If you can't take this kingdom, then you can only kill the future of this kingdom!"

The old man's eyes widened, and the engraved seal began to operate wildly, and a row of ice arrows shot at Lin Qiu exploded in an instant, and the incomparably strong force blocked Lin Qiu's path, and the latter's sword momentum was also significantly weakened. He didn't stop because of this, and several ice edges that rose from the ground stabbed Lin Qiu at the end of the crossbow.

- "From the time you first arrived in Solan Harbor, Spades had information about you, and from the information, you were a man who loved to gamble in battles of life and death...... Whether it's the battle with Sicia or the liberation of that monster in Shakdam, this is a good proof of this. Your gambling luck has helped you escape death several times...... But this is the end of it, and those who fight by gambling will not go far after all. ”

The orange flame faded, and the next few ice edges easily tore through the sword's defenses.

And a sneer also appeared on the old man's face.

- This is the time for you to gamble on the light.

Lin Qiu struggled to slash at those ice ridges, but the scoring power in his body could only maintain a slash of that frequency, and without the supply of scoring power, the ice ridges became an indestructible existence for him.

The spikes that were close at hand, as if they would pierce him in the next second.

"Void. ”

In a moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears. (To be continued.) )