The gaze shifted from Betley's imperial capital to the ultramarine land again, the cold wind was still howling, but the whimpering cold wind was already filled with a terrifying aura, and the destructive aura rising from the black girl enveloped the entire sky, like a dark night descending on this winter world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The overwhelming destruction was so familiar that the lantern man in the sword sensed at a glance the origin of the mysterious black girl in front of him, but at the same time, powerlessness and fear also swept the lantern man in the sword.

"Living, that's the Four Pillars Demon God. What a concise word, but for Birmingham and the pure white sword spirit, it is tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky, the Four Pillars Demon God, for these two people, I am afraid that it is just the embodiment of fear that exists in the book, and now this existence that even the name makes people feel trembling, so it appeared in front of Birmingham without a trace of concealment.

"I don't think we should reflect on why the enemies we encounter are such over-specs. Birmingham looked helplessly at the black girl in the air, and even if he was not in the siege, Birmingham could feel fine hairs stand up on his back.

"Living, this is not for me to decide, and judging from the current situation, the big head is still in the hands of that regent Yaoyue, as long as he has the confidence to defeat the Four Pillars Demon God. ”

"You have so much faith in that regent?" the lantern man inexplicably believed to make Birmingham full of puzzlement, in his eyes. The regent Yaoyue is indeed a pinnacle existence, but compared to the Four Pillars Demon God, it is still a lot inferior, after all, Birmingham, who has experience in fighting with the Demon God, knows very well that the Demon God is a creature that cannot be inferred by common sense at all.

"It's not that I believe it, but while the demon god shows his strength in the mortal world, he will also be suppressed by the power of the goddess, and this alone has made the regent Yaoyue a lot easier, plus there should be two epic heroes in his team to help. ”

The other two epic heroes in the lantern's mouth, Birmingham can understand at a glance that except for the Windranger who looks like Zhengtai, the other two are probably the regent's assistants.

Song of the Wind Chaser and Skeleton Rasfil are really obvious helps, it seems that the Zhengtai Elf King, who has lived for so long, is indeed a little funny in his head.

Just as Birmingham squinted his eyes and put labels on the four people in mid-air, the two leading actors finally took the stage on the stage in the sky and presented their first praise to the audience, although the fireworks of this performance were much more than Birmingham expected.

The gorgeous moon blade snorted softly with the regent Yaoyue, and there was no trace of reservation, compared to Ambella's avoidance and lack of battle when facing Birmingham, this moon blade that appeared next to the regent Yaoyue was irrepressibly powerful as soon as it appeared.

"The first quarter moon. "The cold sprinkled on the sharp moon blade, like a crescent moon piercing the silent night sky, bringing a trace of hard light, this is the only weapon in the life of the regent Yaoyue, only his own weapon.

On the first quarter of the moon, the cold light was imprinted in the complex eyes of the Windranger, this round of crescent moon was not unfamiliar to him, and even on the contrary, this round of moon blades that appeared next to the regent Yaoyue was very familiar to him, after all, as a member of the most ancient elves, the treasures given to them by the goddess would be so unavoidable.

The moonlight into the sea, is dazzling, the goddess is delighted, then with her own supreme power, this round of the sea moon to her beloved people, the poetic scene is the ultramarine elves for thousands of years has been singing the gospel, this is one of the greatest gifts the goddess to her people, in addition to this round of crescent moon contains the goddess's power, more importantly, it represents the goddess to give this moon blade meaning.

"Mirrors, yes, it's really troublesome. "Black girl, no, it should still be the Four Pillars Demon God looking at the moon blade beside the regent Yaoyue, and frowned exquisitely, it's not a lot of trouble, but it's just a trouble.

The tyrannical aura spread instantly, and the purple jewel-like brilliance flowed from the girl's eyes again, with the bright light of the gem in the eyes, the aura of destruction around the black girl suddenly increased, and a small space-time crack appeared behind the girl's empty body, in the black crack, there were scarlet eyes, which looked like ornaments, and the scarlet eyes that seemed to be like ornaments were constantly turning, making a gurgling strange sound, as if a little devil with scarlet eyes was constantly peeping at the mortal world through the cracks in time and space。

With the scarlet eyes turning, the smell of sulfur finally appeared in the cold snow field here, along the crack, the black mist rolled in, devouring the sky, eroding everything, the darkness swept the heavens and the earth, like an unstoppable flood that destroyed the world, the pure white snow field under the erosion of the black fog, turned into a sea of red sand, and the fine quicksand brought Birmingham and others not a beautiful scenery but endless panic.

Mr. Warcraft was the first to recover from the apocalyptic scene, without the slightest hesitation, his limbs kicked on the ground powerfully, and the thick snow under his feet could not hinder the lightning-like pace of the high-level Warcraft, and the weight of the four people pressed on this Mr. Warcraft's body, as if there was nothing.

Mr. Warcraft's splashed snow blocked Birmingham's vision, and even the sound of shouting was drowned out by the galloping wind, Birmingham, who had no time to exit, took advantage of the momentum to roll, and effortlessly fell from Mr. Warcraft's back into the soft snow, the long sword clenched, the body that landed slightly forced, stood up, like a wild horse that had escaped from the wild horse turned into a white light and shadow and ran towards the direction of the black fog.

"Father!" Isabella's exclamation was silent in the snowstorm, and although Mr. Warcraft felt a light on his back, the mist from the black girl reminded the phantom wolf that turning back now was tantamount to killing himself.

A low whimper overflowed from the corners of Mr. Warcraft's mouth, and Isabella on her back only felt that the wind in her ears was faster, but it also meant that the distance between her father and her father was also farther away, and this distance was constantly widening from the moment she woke up, powerless to tear apart the supreme masterpiece of Master Xiong Lan.

Birmingham, who rushed into the snowfield, picked up the little ghost that was placed in the snow by the female knight Tina, and stared at the black figure lying in the snow in front of him, which was his little magician.

"Brother Birmingham. The little ghost looked at Birmingham without the slightest pause, the black mist was approaching, less than ten meters away from them, a tremor from the soul filled every nerve of the little ghost, maybe only this Birmingham brother could bring her a rare comfort.

"It's okay, just close your eyes if you're scared. Birmingham himself didn't notice it, now his tone is very much like his own dead ghost father, and also like Richard in the mouth of the regent Yaoyue, his steps are constantly accelerating, his figure is like a streamer, and his empty body tells himself that there is no war will for him to squander, and the battle with the skeleton Rasfil has exhausted the war spirit in Birmingham's body, and there is no war will, which means that Birmingham at this time can no longer use the phantom to shorten the distance between himself and Little Ellie, and now he can use his own feet, but no matter how fast his steps are, he is not as fast as the black mist that erodes everything。

"Lanternman, I need your help. Birmingham opened in a rare opening, and the wind swept around him like a knife.

There was no response, but the continuous power told Birmingham his position, even the pure white sword spirit handed over the command of the body to her master, and she herself rushed out of Birmingham's body, the turquoise light curtain covered the body of the pure white sword spirit, and the sharp sword qi cut the incoming air with the appearance of the sword spirit, so that the resistance of Birmingham's charge was reduced, and the pace became faster.

Fast, faster, become Birmingham's only target, snowflakes splashed, the wind roared, and the long sword finally arrived, but the black fog also came as scheduled, did not stay, Birmingham rushed past the little Ellie who was ambushed, holding the long sword and rising, without the slightest blessing of fighting intent, but this sword style mixed with Birmingham's rapid footsteps miraculously turned into an awe-inspiring sword light.

The sword light hit the black mist, sending out a low burst, and a familiar figure stumbled into Birmingham's eyes from the black mist with the sound of this burst.

The elven red moon that had never existed, and behind her stumbling was countless scarlet eyes, at that moment, Birmingham seemed to see hell.

Despair swept in, and only that glimmer of moonlight was dazzling.