Magic, as a gift from the goddess of creation Tyrese to mankind, shows the most powerful power at this moment, in the face of the magic that obscures the sky, the broken sword held high by the skeleton Rasfil finally can't wait to fall, because after a delay, I am afraid that it is not Birmingham who wants to see the goddess, but himself, not to mention whether he can see the goddess as a demon is unknown. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The falling broken sword erupted with unimaginable power, like a flood rushing in, slamming into the primary-level magic that covered the sky and the sun, ice explosions, lightning flashes, and black aura spread, and layers of explosions and loud noises became the only hue in this sky.

As the skeleton Razfil fell into the magic rampage of little Ellie, Birmingham finally had a chance to breathe, the blazing temperature rose from the limbs, melting the biting ice, the restriction was lifted, Birmingham with the long sword in his hand did not hesitate at all, the eyes of the figures Tina and Little Ellie turned into a purple streamer, and rushed into the explosion in the sky.

"What are you thinking about that idiot!" Panting little Ellie collapsed to the ground, even the cold snow under her could not extinguish the steaming heat on her body, her hands trembled uncontrollably, the headless puppet held in her arms could clearly feel that her back was resting on her chest was rising and falling violently, sweat slid down her hair, leaving conspicuous marks on the snow, the little magician's clenched wand was no longer familiar to Birmingham at the moment, one by one withered vines were entwined together, like a long black snake, swallowing the tip of their forked tongue, the entangled withered vines twisted into a finger-thick wand, and on the wand twisted by the withered vines there were countless magic marks。

The Withered, the most widely circulated legendary wand among magicians, was finally revealed in Little Ellie's hands, "That damn master is still very reliable." The breath was constantly rolling, Xiao Aili stared at the wand in her hand, the clear image began to blur, and the thick tiredness also eroded Xiao Aili's brain, and her long eyelashes kept flickering, up and down.

"Stupid master, what a stupid one. Whispering, I'm afraid that even little Aili herself couldn't hear what she said at this time, and then the coldness spread from her cheeks, and the delicate skin finally greeted not a warm embrace, but a cold snow.

"Don't lose. Explosions and streamers became the last scenery of Little Ellie's trip, and with it boundless darkness and tiredness.

The female knight Tina seemed to sense something, turned her head to look in the direction of little Ellie, and saw only a black moan crawling in the snow, except for the faint undulation There was no movement, and the wind and snow fell on the black figure in a blink of an eye, like a few brilliant stars twinkling in the black night sky.

Subconsciously biting her lip, the female knight put the little ghost in her arms on the snow, watched Birmingham's figure rushing into the explosion, and picked up the Xionglan battle axe that fell not far from her.

"You don't have a problem, right?" Turning his back to Tina, the little ghost couldn't see the expression of the female knight at this time, but the battle intent hovering around the body made the little ghost can't help but answer.

"No problem, Sister Tina. ”

"That's good. "Yes, that's good, three simple words, accompanied by a low cry with a roar, the holy light instantly wrapped Tina's thin body, the battle axe in his hand shone brightly, and the flaxen hair flashed like a golden streamer on Tina's beautiful face under the reflection of the holy light.

"Thorns around the body, God of War charges!" The thorns of the void locked the knight's limbs, and the unyielding battle intent surged in her heart, rushing, her feet stepped heavily on the soft snow, the red occupied her eyes, and reason left the knight's brain at this time.

Step by step, one scarlet footprint after another, one deadly thorn after another, the vines were constantly dragged by the knight who was moving forward, and then tensed and broken.

The first snap sounded in the right arm, announcing that the thorn that bound the right arm had completed its mission, and the crimson phantom floated above the blood-drenched right arm, followed by the left arm, legs, and illusory figures that appeared behind the knight with the thorns cracking.

What a sight it was, at least in the eyes of the little ghost, it was an indescribable figure of swaying, his tall, solemn, delicate iron armor wrapped around his invisible body, and the lightning rush also became a superb scene in the eyes of the little ghost at this moment.

The warrior charged, it was unstoppable, the crimson crossed the snow-white plain, and then suddenly, the wave-shaped wave of qi pierced the sky with a loud bang, and the crimson war shadow jumped high, and pounced on the skeleton Rasfil with the giant axe in his hand.

One purple, one crimson, two streamers one after the other, one up and one down, converging in the sky, flashing in the eyes of the skeleton Rasfil, the demon who had just received the baptism of magic ushered in the unique opponent in his life for the first time.

A mid-level warrior, a guardian knight, and a beginner-level magician, but this seemingly weak opponent made the skeleton Rasfil feel that the fire of his soul was trembling and fearful.

The nimble purple phantom greeted him, and a heavy crimson shadow slammed into the ground, blades and axes weaving in turquoise flames.

"What an interesting battle. With a long sigh, the streamer encircled the sword-wielding arm of the skeleton, and the flesh and skin still spread like a tide, and a white arm poked its head out in the streamer.

Vitality is restored, restrictions are lifted, and like Ambra's pirate swordsman, the skeleton Rathfil has been relieved of his identity as a demon in the face of the attack, and his right sword-wielding hand has been restored to its original form, which is also the strongest.

The broken sword broke through the air, surrounded by flames, and a blazing flame slashed through the space with the wave of the white arm, igniting the snow-white sky, and the phantom, red, and scorching heat sent out a collision music that shook the heavens and the earth in an instant.

It's like a mad musician pressing the last high note on his black and white keys, and the high-pitched sound resounded through the sky, even muffling the roar of the dragon's frost, and the fierce battle between the windrunners and the wind chasers.

Isabella crouched on Mr. Warcraft's back, her eyes flashing with an unknown light, and strings of green numbers flowed through her jewel-like pupils, which finally turned into a sentence for Mr. Warcraft's next move.

"Mr. Warcraft, come over and see my father and mother. Although I really want to ask what the strange title of Isabella on my back is, when I saw that human nobleman, he seemed to be still single, but in a short time, he already had such a big daughter, but considering that the fur on his back was constantly tightening in that girl's hands, the worried emotions also infected Mr. Warcraft, well, the pain on his back actually accounted for a large part.

The running Mr. Warcraft fully demonstrated the perfect performance of a high-level Warcraft as a mount, at least Isabella had just exited, and Mr. Warcraft's purple body was already less than a few steps away from the position where the two fell, so close to the position that Mr. Warcraft could see clearly the situation of the human nobleman and his knight, I have to say, it was very serious, after all, it could be seen from the closed eyes of the female knight and the scarlet all over her body.

The hind legs kicked hard, Mr. Warcraft jumped high, and the burden on his back increased again, the two big living people were also a lot of weight for Mr. Warcraft, the figure fell, and the four sharp claws were firmly attached to the ground, even so, Mr. Warcraft's straight limbs couldn't help but bend at the moment of falling.

"Yo, Mr. Warcraft, meet again. Birmingham lay weakly on his slippery back, and the itching of his hair made Birmingham shake his head involuntarily.

"But I'm not happy at all about this reunion. Mr. Warcraft snorted as he watched the dragon swaying in the sky, the flying moon blade, and the skeleton Rathfil, and finally the sharp pupils still fell on the black girl, and uneasiness began to grow in his heart.