The powerful power brought Birmingham a wordless despair, and the sharp pain in the soul told the servant that the power of the windbreaker's mark had been deeply bitten into his bone marrow, his flesh and blood, and in a few moments, there might not be Birmingham in the mortal world, but instead there was a dead servant named Laella. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The living, disconnect. "The surging power and gradual body have made the lantern man in the sword ignore the strength of the demon god, and dissuade his servant from giving up the power of the engraving, without the barrier of the pure white sword spirit, this kind of direct rush into the engraving of the servant's soul has made the lantern man think of a bad result.

Birmingham, who pursed his lips, did not respond in the slightest, or at this time he had automatically put the warning and dissuasion of the lantern man in the back of his mind, only the demon god in front of him was the problem he had to solve, as for the soul erosion, becoming a windbeater, this may also be a good experience.

Thinking like this, Birmingham clenched his sword again, and the galloping wind swirled again, circling around Birmingham.

In the face of Birmingham's fearlessness, the white sage, who was full of scars, supported his body, picked up the magic staff that shook in his hand, and the crisp and pleasant copper ring struck the delicate staff body, like a beautiful music sounded in the hands of the white sage.

As the music played, the light of Zanran instantly rose and spread, rolling and sweeping like a wave, and without the help of the magic element, this sage at the pinnacle of magic science once again showed the glory of a great magician.

"White Emperor, Critical!" How powerful a great magician's critical magic should be, this is unimaginable to everyone, because no great magician has ever fallen into the situation of using critical magic, this is an unprecedented idea since the advent of magic, a great magician, a top sage, a magnificent statue standing in the hearts of all magicians, and even a symbol of the origin and prosperity of magic, such a person, even in the face of an ancient dragon, can retreat with his whole body.

Critical magic, for the sage, is a word that does not match at all, a person who is proficient in magic, a stunt that is just for the survival of a beginner magician, delicate and simple, two irrelevant words converge on the white sage Ji Liye at this moment.

Aurora, flashing in the sky, thunder, whistling in the clouds, thousands of miles away in the tower of the sage, emitting a long and simple muffled sound, the sages of the Eastern Capital raised their eyes of inquiry, the magic association and the students felt the huge magic surging between heaven and earth, as if the magical elements of the mortal world stopped their wandering steps, towards Betley, towards Yasar, towards Shengang, towards the white sage.

The towering demon god also lowered his head at this moment, and the king in his palm also exclaimed at this moment, this is a huge magic that the two demon gods have never imagined, and at the same time, it is also a great sage who has never been seen before.

With the convergence of the magic of the mortal world, the aurora in the sky is like a substance, as if a piece of colorful glass descended from the sky, shrouding the land ravaged by demons, the charging soldiers, the sword-wielding sword masters, or the grand duke standing in the distance, all marveled at the colorful aurora, the surging magic.

"Is this the power of a sage?" muttered the Grand Duke Violet, shocked at this otherworldly power, which should not be the power of mortals.

"This is the power of the sage, no, it should be the power of the white sage Jiliye. "Clerk Anna looked at the aurora that illuminated the deep harbor, looked at the magic swarming in the dark, and made such a voice, which was both emotion and reverence.

"Sage, no, mortal, you have earned our respect. Like a duet, the voice shouted from the mouth of the towering demon god, the king in the palm.

The praise and recognition of the demon god could not shake the erect body of the white sage at this moment, the magic veins appeared in all parts of the body, and the colorful light flowed in the veins, shaking Xiao Aili's eyes, as if teaching a unique magic class for this little magician, the little magician with a pale face held his breath, and listened motionlessly to the knowledge that a sage instilled in her that her teacher had never taught.

"How come?" Sophia, the eldest princess who collapsed to the ground, looked at the petite body not far away in a daze, bursting with unimaginable power, and couldn't believe that when despair and fear came, the sage who had been expressionless would send out a power that would cause the heavens and the earth to be turbulent.

"How, because she is mortal, she is a sage. Fran clenched his spear and looked at the sage surrounded by the aurora with reverence.

"Mortal, sage?" Sophia muttered to herself, not understanding what the two words meant at the moment

"Because you are mortal, you must fight for your homeland, and because you are a sage, you must fight for dignity. Stan's commander spoke coldly, as if he was puzzled by Sophia, and like he recognized the sage, this commander who at first mocked and disdained everyone, but now showed his true face, no matter which country it was for, whether the situation was in his favor or not, the commander spear reversed, and the streamer flew forward, ready to fight for his life.

"But the enemy is the demon god!" puzzled, fear and despair, let the former lion cub let go of pride, but also let her original self-confidence and arrogance collapse, become a mortal crying in the predicament, without the dazzling aura of the eldest princess, without the strength of the angry waves, she began to question, but also began to be timid, began to regret her reckless behavior, began to think about whether the pride of the Lane clan she insisted on was correct.

"So what. The cold and melodious female voice was about to drown out Birmingham's original voice, and the tall body had become as petite as a woman, and even his chest had slowly bulged, but Birmingham still held the long sword in his hand, and spoke a flat word to Sophia, who was afraid and desperate.

If you can't escape, then don't run away, this is Birmingham's way of life at this moment, and it is also his last spirit as a nobleman, and this spirit may represent the road to reviving the glory of the family that Birmingham is striving for.

The sword in his hand, horizontal to his side, the galloping wind, surging forward, the tightly locked eyebrows, full of fearlessness, and the fire in his heart, extremely hot, finally reached the peak, bursting with a bang.

"Sword, Wind!"

"Reversed, unequaled!"

"Critical, end!"

Three different voices, three different figures, three different identities, but at the moment they are the same similar, for the glory of being a mortal.

The magic of the end, the unparalleled shadow of the gun, the instantaneous sword light, sounded in the sky, above the deep harbor of Betley, on the mortal continent where darkness was coming, and despair spreading.

It was a blow from three mortals who fought for their lives, which moved the two demon gods, made Sophia's desperate eyes burst with hope, made the angry waves that fell into the dust sound again, and also made the Violet Grand Duke's mind appear insoluble question marks for the first time.

If, once his own brother was the same, for the glory of the noble name, the prestige of Violet, and became a sleeping corpse in a cold grave, and the living life was gone, just for the sake of ethereal fame and glory.

What a disgusting thing, the Grand Duke at the pinnacle of power muttered, and he was greeted by a sudden loud noise in Shenzhen and Hong Kong.

The aurora disintegrated, the magic shone, the gun, tore through the sky, and the sword, pierced the darkness.