The battle of the gods, this may be Birmingham's only thought at this time, the darkness that obscures the sky and the sun is tumbling and surging in the sky, as if a huge beast is flying in the clouds, and the air currents that wrap it up gather in the sky above, enveloping all vision, and in the darkness, a blue light and shadow circulate rapidly, galloping, stirring, tearing through the darkness like ink. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

That is the posture of the dragon, it is the most powerful existence in the mortal world, even in the face of the attack of the two demon gods, this dragon from ancient times still occupies an absolute advantage, the huge body carries an icy breath, freezing every floating dust, the blue ice crystals are scattered in the sky, falling on the corners of Birmingham's hair, the biting chill is transmitted along the air to every vein in Birmingham, every muscle, and soon, iron blue mixed with pale appeared on Birmingham's face.

"Master!" the sword spirit Tianxi tried her best to maintain her pure white posture, even if she had obtained the entity through soul retrieval, she was gradually disintegrating under the pressure of the dragon, and at this time she still had the leisure to care about Birmingham's situation at the moment.

Wordless feelings flow in the hearts of the two, Birmingham to Tianxi, may be the relationship between light and shadow, where there is light, there must be shadows, and the dazzling light also benefits from the darkness of shadows, and now this shadow that accompanies Birmingham's life rotates the fierce sword light in the body, and is born under the pressure of dragons and demon gods, drawing a pure world.

Within a radius, the sword light was like rain, and the pure white shadow standing in front of Birmingham was the same as before.

The falling ice crystals were shattered by the dense sword light, and the shattered blue intertwined into a beautiful blue light in the sky above the two, like a dancing galaxy, and the coercion brought by the three peak creatures also moved away from Birmingham's body with the sword dance, but the price was Tianxi's gradually blurred body.

The sword dance of the soul is naturally powerful, but now Birmingham doesn't want to see his sword spirit strong at the moment.

"Nasr!" the cry of the down-and-out nobleman shook the soul with his vocal cords and reflected the glory in his blood.

There was no sword, but the down-and-out nobleman still kept his head behind him.

The sword spirit's eyes flashed with puzzlement, but Birmingham used his actions to announce the posture of a servant and a nobleman.

"Extraordinary!"

It was an incomparable proclamation, and it was also an inscription that had never been seen before, and with a transcendent sound, the black-robed lantern man reappeared in Birmingham's soul, losing the family heirloom sword as a medium, and the power of the Lord of the Long River finally poured into his servant's body without the slightest reservation.

The emerald soul power flowed in the body, greedily devouring every vessel, every muscle, the barrier of the soul could no longer be an obstacle to the power of these souls, they shouted and cheered, not caring that the body that contained them had changed dramatically at this time.

Becoming a little petite due to the wind mark, the woman's body finally went to an irreversible extreme with the influx of transcendent marks.

The limbs seemed to have been run over by a boulder, turning into a cloud of scarlet blood mist, then the body, the head, and the blood mist in the sky replaced everything in Birmingham, and in the blood mist were flashing emerald green points of light.

The points of light dragged the blood mist, hovering and flying in front of the sword spirit Tianxi's eyes, and the swirling blood mist seemed to be looking for something, constantly flowing on the ground.

The result of the flow was to find a gray bag in the mud and rocks, which was the storage bag that Little Ellie had given to Birmingham not long ago, just in case, which not only contained some first-aid herbs and magic materials with different properties, but most importantly, the only reward she had received in the Alchemy Crypt.

Under the power of the blood mist, the exquisite ivory-white full-body armor left Little Aili's storage bag and became a new place for the blood mist.

A pair of armor, no, to be precise, it should be a nobleman wrapped in armor, even his face is covered by pure white armor, only the position of the eyes on the armor flows with emerald green color, like a pair of strange eyes, looking at the world.

"Lord, master?" said the sword spirit Tianxi with some uneasiness, but what he got was a very familiar posture.

The nobleman in the armor raised his right hand, knuckles stretched, bringing a rattling sound, and this was the beginning of the Phantom Sword move.

With a certain thought, Tianxi grinned, and her pure white body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a little white light and pouring into the open hand.

The points of light converged and condensed into a sharp long sword in the palm of the hand, but it was different from the pure white of the sword spirit, the sword was dark, it was as black as ink, but the ivory white armor reflected was incomparably harmonious.

White and black, light and shadow, this is Birmingham and Tianxi, this is the down-and-out nobleman and the pure white sword spirit, this is the transcendent mark of Nasr, the lord of the river, the mark that belongs only to Birmingham, the mark of the seventh servant.

The tumbling darkness and the dancing blue of the sky finally perceive the transcendent existence and extraordinary power.

"Mortals, no, or should call you epic now. The frost in the clouds lowered his head, not caring at all about the two demon gods in front of him, and the demon gods also stopped the fighting, this is an iron rule, even the demon gods must abide by it.

The birth of an epic is enough to extinguish all wars, albeit only temporarily.

Epic, Flora looked at Birmingham in front of her in shock, in just a moment, this down-and-out nobleman became the pinnacle of the mortal world, comparable to Simmel's existence, how is this possible?

Yes, how could it be, even dramatists and musicians in the same camp as Birmingham could not believe that they had witnessed the birth of an epic.

"It's a false epic, relying on the power of the lanternman himself to add the illusion of that strange armor. The painter could see at a glance the state of Birmingham, but even so, the power emanating from Birmingham shocked the old man of the tree.

The shock of everyone didn't seem to leave a trace on Birmingham's body, the pitch-black sword was clenched in his hand, and the emerald green pupils reflected the bodies of the two demon gods in the air, which was extremely cold.

"Two-on-two, fair fight. Lilith smiled lightly, seemingly pleased with the situation.

"It's been too long. The Dream Weaver voiced his concerns, not because of the strength of his opponent, but because the delay in the battle made the demon god unhappy.

"Well, speed it up. As soon as Lilith finished speaking, the earth that had been lifted by the Rose Manor exploded, and a deep hole appeared in the ground.

Restless darkness, infinite malice, and then a familiar roar rang in Birmingham's ears.

"Nasr, we meet again. ”

After a long time, the six-pillar demon god peep of the abyss attacked again.