The light permeated every corner of Birmingham as if it were shrouded in white light, except for a vague figure, which was only pure white in the eyes of the little magician Ellie. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The person who felt this dazzling pure white the most was probably not Birmingham who was engraved and added, but the sword spirit in his body.

The lantern man's words were by no means just words, and this was something that the sword spirit now fully agreed with.

The incomparable power poured out from every vein of Birmingham, rushing to the abode of the soul, what a huge and dazzling power, like a huge fireball in the eyes of the sword spirit, the senses were constantly amplified, and escape became all the thoughts of the sword spirit at this time, but the situation no longer allowed this unabashed sword spirit to have more distractions, the person who had been with him all his life and made a vow was waiting for him, even if there was a danger to his life, he did not hesitate at all, he believed that he could successfully isolate the danger for him。

One and the same, since Birmingham drew his sword, they were no longer separated, he was her, and so was she.

As soon as the escape was raised, it was already suppressed, and for the first time, the pure white sword spirit showed the same expression as Birmingham.

Resolute and fearless, the emotion called courage stirred up in the heart of the pure white sword spirit, and it seemed to sense the tenacious resistance and unyielding willpower of this soul in the body, and the brilliance wrapped in it instantly exploded.

It was like a sharp sword as heavy as a mountain piercing into the body of the pure white sword spirit, which was originally pure white of the same color, but at this moment, it was clearly distinguished, one was as mellow as cream, and the other was as dazzling as the sun.

The dazzling white light poured into the mellow soul, and the roaring roar resounded in Birmingham's body, and the battle between souls was far from being as simple as Birmingham thought, and the slightest carelessness was like falling into the abyss.

The confrontation between the two is reflected in Birmingham's distorted face, the hand holding the sword also bursts out of the roots, the boiling steam flows between the fingers, the sword blade against the ground can't stop shaking, the energy surging on the blade shakes Birmingham's muscles and even bones, it is from the soul of an epic hero, it carries enough strength and will to shatter everything in Birmingham, and it is the struggling pure white sword spirit that stops this soul from wreaking havoc.

The souls clashed in their bodies, and their bodies trembled, but the waves of demons had already emerged from the alleys that led in all directions.

The demon tide is noisy and agitated, and the sharp blade reflects Xiao Aili's pale face, announcing the coming of the crisis.

The aura of magic converged in the small clearing in the blink of an eye, and the witherer shot dazzling magical colors with Little Ellie's bloodless lips, but the price of this brilliant color was Little Ellie's completely depleted magical veins.

As an excellent student of the Destruction Magic School, Little Ellie is very good at the magic of explosions, and with the special ability of the wand witherer, even if the magic power is insufficient, she also wields a powerful magic that is enough to curb the momentum of the demon tide.

But this was only a blink of an eye, and the damage caused by the explosion was far from enough to fight against this endless tide of demons.

"It's not the right time. The grumbling little magician pulled himself together and waved his wand again with his rock-heavy arm, but this time, the magical elements in the air were indifferent, and now they could no longer hear the shouts of the user.

Unable to gather the magical elements, the little magician gave up his identity as a magician and threw the witherer into the storage belt around his waist, and in contrast to it, he took out a sharp short sword from it.

"Whose idea was the magician melee combat?" Xiao Aili held the sharp broken sword and looked at the surging demon tide, fine beads of sweat oozed from her pale face, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, especially when those black demons were getting closer and closer to her, the pungent sulfur stimulated every cell of Little Ellie, and the fierce beast called fear roared in her heart.

Finally, the first demon rushed into Little Ellie's sword, swinging blades, hideous faces, and snow-white fangs growing bigger and bigger in her eyes.

"I'll go, should I stab or chop!" Little Ellie's mind rang out with such a thought, but the attacking demon told his opponent how to use the blade in his hand.

The wind was compressed by the blade in an instant, and the whistling knife light turned into a white light and slashed towards the white neck of Little Aili, no need to think about it, if this slash fell on Little Aili's neck, the consequences can be imagined, and Little Aili's adventure may come to an end here.

But some things don't always go so smoothly, just like the hideous demon fantasizes in his heart that this magician's head is separated, and when the blood is splashed, it has disappeared into the white light that rushes out behind the magician, and I am afraid that this demon will not be able to figure out why the last moment will fall short.

"What a standard routine, stupid master. Feeling the sinking of her shoulders, little Ellie looked at Birmingham behind her with a pale face, and it was only at this time that she realized that her master was in a strange situation at the moment.

The dazzling light seemed to disappear, but little Ellie could clearly see that Birmingham's bare skin was covered with golden particles, which were more dazzling than gold, but with a sense of déjà vu holiness, when the female knight Tina launched the impact of holy light, it was also dazzling and holy, but compared to Tina's holy light, Birmingham's restrained light was mellow, as if the goddess was there.

"I, everywhere I refer, there is justice!" the deep voice was not at all frivolous in Birmingham, and the blade of the sword on the ground pointed forward, and the light was like a lamp in the dark night, incomparably dazzling, incomparably scorching.

As if seeing a predator, the depressing hive erupted in unimaginable roars, and rushed towards Birmingham with swords in hand, the breath they hated the most, and the person they hated the most.

Paladin, guardian of the goddess Tyris, the goddess of creation.

"I, where the blade of the sword is, evil, that is, it does not exist, and good, it will spread!" The teachings of the Holy Light, the messenger of the Goddess, Birmingham, who stood with a sword, swept with his sword, and the Holy Light rushed out, turning into a substantial blade of light, and swept over the attacking demon nest.

As if a white pen had crossed the black cloth, a gap appeared in the incoming demon tide, and the charging demons were stunned, but then the blood boiled, and the fighting spirit was high.

"I, with the goddess, where the sword stands, is the kingdom of God!" the declaration rose again, the sweeping sword stood in front of him, his palms pressed against the tail of the sword, the force poured out from the two arms, the palms intertwined, the light poured out from the tip of the sword, and the darkness was avoided.

It was like a pure white world spreading at the tip of the sword, and little Aili was shocked to watch her secretly wounded body recover little by little, looking at Tatali lying on the ground, her broken chest was being repaired little by little.

The favor of the goddess was embodied in the two of them at this moment.

The light spreads, like the alternation of night and day, but this evil darkness is slow to leave, but is gradually forcing the spreading light to Birmingham, who is wielding a sword.

Birmingham, who was standing by the sword, raised his eyebrows, and the eyes of the platinum burst into dazzling brilliance, and the strangeness that little Aili felt was also very clear at this moment.

"I, the sword of the goddess, the shield of the goddess, the holy knight, I, the deeds, all justice, I, the words, all oracles, I, Navaldin!"

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