Wells looked at the man who had intercepted his arrow. Intercepting another arrow with an arrow is something that even he can't do himself. And the speed and destructive power of this arrow are not inferior to him.

The female patrolman was already standing tall among the elves, and now she stood even taller, and her body was almost half larger than when she saw it just now, and she was already about the same height as Cilika. The taut clothes stretched down the body to create a perfect silhouette of delicate curves. The black war bow was pulled away in her hand again, and the green fighting light loomed on her body.

Pulling this bow is by no means just brute force. Before that, the female patrol had only been able to pull away only once, but now she could at least pull away continuously. The mutation of her body brought more than just an increase in height and strength.

The elven girl next to her had just removed the emerald green leaves from the female patrolman, and it was obvious that the alienation of this body was the effect of the spell she used.

"Everybody stop. If anyone strikes first, our arrows will not be polite. With the thousands of bows and arrows around him, Elder Lloyd's voice was much more majestic.

Cedros used all of his recovered mana at the right time to throw an ice wall spell that blocked all the oncoming Templars. Although the thin wall of ice was not much like a piece of paper to the Templars, no one dared to move it. In this case, breaking the barrier may be a signal to the surrounding elves to make a move. The Templars all looked at Bishop Adra.

"Elder Lloyd, what do you mean by that?" said Adrasthan, looking at the Elven Elven Elder.

Elder Lloyd replied slowly, "I just want you to stop. Our friends on both sides, and we will not allow the blood of our friends to stain the land of the Red Turali Forest. ”

Adela snorted coldly: "These two are those evil orc land leaders, and there is a heinous criminal who is wanted by the entire continent. Are you going to stand with them? ”

"How is this possible. Elder Lloyd looked incredulous, and explained to the red-clothed lord with some anxiety. "If I really stand with Cedros, will I still fight here, and won't the arrows of the ten thousand elves here be of sufficient use?"

Adela was stunned, then frowned slightly, and her face changed slightly. This explanation easily conjures up the possibility of things developing to a point where things are out of control.

Lloyd sighed. He waved his hand and said in a bitter tone and expression: "I said, I hope everyone stops." You are all our friends. Even if you do have some festivals, I don't want you to quarrel here. ”

"Let's go back first. Adela turned slightly pale. Waving for the Templars to return.

Hilton next to Asa breathed a sigh of relief and almost sat down. He never imagined in his life that he would one day be brave enough to face so many Templars, and the hand holding his fist and sword was already too nervous to let go.

He's the only one here who breathes a sigh of relief. Everyone else didn't relax because of the unexpected stop, but became even more nervous. Their eyes were fixed on the increasingly large and fierce fighting storm in the center of the field.

Gru and Lancelot probably didn't hear the Elven Elder's words, and even if they did, they wouldn't stop, let alone stop. And Elder Lloyd didn't let the elves take action to stop the battle between the two, or he also knew that the elves would never be able to stop it.

The flying dust was like a cloud that had been pulled to the ground, condensing in the field. Two blurred figures were moving rapidly in the clouds. Spin and then collide, emitting a lightning-like flash of fighting energy, followed by a deafening thunderous roar.

All the men and elves stopped moving. Look at the tumbling fog in the center. But almost all of them were unable to tell the difference. The uncatchable figure, the wind current, the sound and light that leaked out from time to time were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. It seems that these are two gods who should have been above the Nine Heavens, because the battle with each other revealed the power and grandeur of the earth, all of which shocked and convived.

The sound inside grew denser and louder, the air was shaking, and the air was leaking out of the air and cutting through the face, as if every forest was trembling in this battle. The cloud of dust and fighting spirit rolled more and more intensely, but it was always pulled by the power emitted by the two people fighting in it without overflowing everywhere, only swirling and impacting in that radius of more than ten meters, and then constantly increasing. Just from the occasional leakage of airflow, you can see the strength of the fighting spirit in it. The whirlpool of fighting spirit was enough to crush any object that entered without permission, and it was already a separate world for the two fighters.

Both Cedros and Adela had unusually solemn expressions. Although they have blessed themselves with spells such as Eagle Eye and Sharp Eye, they still can't see clearly and understand the battle in this one. But it was because they couldn't see it that they were more nervous, and the two people fighting were the strongest on both sides, as long as one side was defeated. The balance of power would be upset immediately. Even if there is interference from the elves, they can't fight to the death here immediately, but the situation between the two sides in the future will definitely be turned upside down because of this.

The Templars looked similar to the cardinals, or even worse. The battle in the field is synonymous with justice in their hearts, their idols. has long surpassed the attributes that a person should have, it is impossible to lose, it is impossible to die. But this battle has long been beyond their comprehension, and their hearts and minds have been fully engaged in the battle. Only the warrior Javi did not appear to be the slightest nervous, but stared blankly, but a pair of eyes as blue as the sea were as quiet as a lake that had been silent for a thousand years, and he was reluctant to even blink to reflect the battle in front of him, as if he had reflected every bit of these into it and engraved it into his mind.

The expressions of the four Templar Knights, although still a little nervous, were not intense, more of a self-forgetfulness. Wellskay. Talis, as well as Adric and Christine, who were no longer harmed by Adela's treatment, looked at the battle as if a painter were looking at the handwriting of the god of art. The singer listens to the melodic elves singing.

Asa is like them, maybe even more. Although he is by no means the strongest in the onlookers, he is perhaps the only one who can see the battle most clearly.

The meditation technique has been used to the extreme, and the battle between Lancelot and Gru can be clearly seen in the field. The movements of the two, the flow of vindictiveness, everything came into his mind quickly but in an orderly manner.

Although the meditation technique calmed his mind, Asa could still feel his blood boiling. Every move, every shot, every exchange of blows from Gru and Lancelot made him feel like something was burning in the depths of his soul.

He really couldn't find any insightful words to describe the battle between the two men. If I had to say it, there were only two words that were most appropriate, and that would be: beauty, strength.

Gru every move. The explosive power and speed contained in each attack have long surpassed the limits of human beings. The power that burst out of the body, which didn't look much different from ordinary people, surprised and admired him countless times. More important is the momentum that Gru exudes, he does not have the slightest superfluous movements, he does not even disdain defense, and always attacks. Even in the most dangerous and urgent situations, he used every means to hit his opponents with his fists and feet. This method is fused with his immense destructive power, strong and simple, simple and strong. Asa even believed that even if he went head-on, he could easily deal with one of the greatest Beamon beasts, Gru.

This strength beyond human beings made his blood boil. Because he clearly remembers that he once confronted and fought against such an opponent. I've faced such a strong body.

And watching Lancelot fight made this boiling feeling a step further and deeper.

Lancelot didn't have the strength of Gru to destroy any opponent, and he didn't have that invincible momentum, but he was able to show no defeat under such strength and momentum, which was even more shocking. His movements are still as smooth as silk, and every smallest detail and movement is perfectly coordinated and complements each other seamlessly.

He's not as innocent as Gru. Although his sword skills are perfect, his fighting spirit and magic are also used wonderfully in battle, not only with his sword skills, but also with himself

One. Every sword, every magic, every fighting qi was not used by him, but naturally emitted from his body like blood and breath, and it seemed to be more pure than all the simplicity, because it was the simplicity that could only be produced after condensing the originally complex things to the extreme. It's clumsy.

Looking at this perfect way of fighting, recalling the prohibition of the combination of fighting energy and mana that was still in his body just now, Asa felt as if he had touched something. Although he didn't quite know exactly what these were, the hazy feeling was enough to get him excited. He clearly felt that he was taking a step upwards on a high mountain.

A figure suddenly rose from the clouds of dust and fighting spirit, and it was Lancelot, dressed in a glorious battle armor. His body was wrapped in the glow of white magic, and there were many cracks and dents in his glorious armor. Standing in mid-air, he let out a loud shout, and the milky white light emanated from his body and instantly expanded, solidifying into a huge Holy Light Cross Sword. This time, the cross sword was bigger and more brilliant than any other time, and the white light sword that shrouded in holy light was more than ten meters long.

If God really has a weapon, then it must be such a weapon. This is the feeling of all those who see this sword.

The miraculous white greatsword slashed at the cloud of dust below as it appeared. There is no rumor, maybe this lightsaber is just tangible and incorporeal. But the hearts of the thousands of people watching twitched, whether they stood close or far away, or in which direction they were located. They all had the illusion that the sword would split themselves in two, along with the entire forest, neatly from head to toe.

And another white light suddenly burst out of the dust, this light was not as distinct as the Holy Light Cross Sword, but vague but intense, illuminating the entire dust mass. The large cloud of dust that had just now had turned into a dazzling ball of light in an instant.

Gru's roar came from the ball of light, and the entire forest and all the people shook together. Then, the huge ball of light rose from the ground, like a huge meteorite rising against the sky, and slammed into the Holy Light Cross Sword that was falling in midair. As soon as this ball of light left the ground, the sound and momentum of the wind had already filled the entire space.

"Stand back. Asa opened his mouth to shout, but even he couldn't hear himself. He stretched out his hand and pulled Cedros backwards. The three Hiltons also saw the opportunity to turn around and run.

Adela also retreated behind Wellskai, and the Templars escorted the wounded Adric and Christine away. Everyone can see that this upcoming blow is the full force of two peerless powerhouses, and it is earth-shattering.

With a sword and a ball, two huge white rays of light collided together. I couldn't tell whether the sword slashed into the ball of light or the ball of light slammed into the blade, and in an instant, only countless shattered white light and fighting spirit mixed with Gangfeng swept away wildly with a shattered sound.

The two nearest trees, which required three or four people to hug each other, were torn apart like pieces of paper directly under the light and wind, and then a dozen or so other trees also collapsed. The three Hiltons, who were closer and less powerful, flew out directly. Cedros swung out three or four ice walls and atmospheric shields in a row, and only then did he and Asa barely stand still. Adela did the same, and he and the Templars had a few protective spells in a row to stabilize their position.

Two figures in mid-air fell. Lancelot barely stood on his feet, his glorious armor shattered, and his bare bronzed skin was covered in horrific wounds. He staggered back to Adela's side, and was about to speak, when a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Gru seemed to be in a better position than he was, at least he was still standing straight. It's just a long wound that stretches from his left side to his right waist, and judging from the fact that it's a little better than Quanyong, this wound is definitely not shallow. The key is that his originally bottomless eyes no longer have the slightest brilliance and momentum, and they actually have a thin layer of gray.

The elves were all far away, but even that was a big stagger. Elder Lloyd, on the other hand, was smiling, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation. Just now, Lua conjured a barrier of thorns in time to block the impact.

"Now we can finally talk about it. The elven elder coughed, waved his hand, and led the elven female patrol to walk over with Lua. The surrounding elves also shrunk the encirclement.