The cold spear, the solemn man, in the face of the oncoming demon wave, Fran waved the blade in his hand without pause. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like a storm crashing on the shore, like a tornado raging, the spear that flashed with cold light poured out the energy of ten thousand ways, dividing the earth, lifting the dust, and rushing into the demon tide.

Splashes of blood, tearing screams, broken arms and stumps came out one by one, but they were soon overwhelmed by the advancing demon tide, even though the spear in Flang's hand was sharp, but in the face of so many black demons, the strength just now did not even hinder their steps.

The swing of the gun fell, and Flange's closed lips opened lightly, exhaling a mouthful of white mist, and in an instant, his eyes were cold.

"Counter-current double, three-style. The plan to become famous came out with a gun, and the white air in his mouth was clear, revealing a faint coldness.

The wind, the fluttering, the frost, poured down, casting a thin layer of frost over the sulphur-strewn brown soil.

The icy breath rose up in this land with a low cry from Flange, feeling the cold coming, Birmingham who was holding the sword did not look back, and the sword in his hand exuded a dazzling brilliance, like a flowing ribbon tumbling out in the dark wave.

"Living, be careful. There were few superfluous words, and the lantern man in the sword always reminded himself of the servant, wary of assassination from the shadows.

The light and shadow flickered, the figure had arrived, and the assassin in the dark once again appeared from mid-air with a sharp blade in his hand, his body like smoke, but it brought a killing machine like substance.

The hidden assassin gave up the flange that was brewing the polar form, and instead aimed his fangs at Birmingham, who rushed to the spire, but the fangs did not expect that the down-and-out nobleman held a great lord of the river in his hands, so he did not expect that his abrupt assassination would be known to Birmingham in advance.

There was already alarm in his heart, the Birmingham long sword swung in the air, and it was able to withstand the attacking secret blade, and there was a sound of surprise from the smoke, as if he couldn't understand why this nobleman had such a high level of vigilance, but this question was too late to answer, and the oncoming sword blade flashed with a dazzling light.

Rao is an experienced assassin was also caught by this sudden dazzling light, and his eyes hidden in the dark were habitually closed, and this closure was the sound of a dragon's roar pouring into his ears.

The cold and cold light followed closely, and the third form that Fran had been brewing for a long time was actually the head of the spear reversed, rushing into the shadow in mid-air, as for the dark wave in front of her, it was completely ignored by her, and the danger was coming, but Fran sacrificed his life to take down the assassin hidden in the shadows.

Flying against the current, a cold light pierced the sky, and the sharp spear blade emitted a glittering brilliance, although it was an unpretentious volley, but the assassin in the dark felt a terrifying crisis.

There was no time to dodge, the cold spear blade had already entered the body, and the bone-chilling chill suddenly spread all over the body, and the smoky body could not resist the biting cold, which instantly condensed into ice, revealing the true face of this assassin hidden in the dark.

A very ordinary face, very much in line with the needs of the Assassin profession, but this ordinary face is shocking Birmingham's heart.

"Rog!" was a mixture of shock and anger, which became Birmingham's mood when he saw this familiar person, and also made Birmingham, who had been suppressing his emotions, finally find a catharsis.

Deceit, betrayal, and even hatred flowed through Birmingham's body almost instantaneously.

"The living?" the lantern man was shocked, and the mind of the servant who was surprised by his own Gu Jing Wubo turned into a stormy wave in the blink of an eye.

"Master!" and little Ellie is the opposite, her beautiful eyes reveal incredible suspicion and worry about her master.

"Stoli Town, come for a tour, are you funny?"

"Lady Frona's will is all I have. ”

Memories flashed back in front of Birmingham's eyes like a marquee, and the hatred that he had never felt before began to roll in the body of this down-and-out nobleman, whether it was the anger that he had become a pawn, or the hatred of being betrayed by Frona, in short, Birmingham had already confused these emotions at this moment, and now in his body I am afraid that there is only the familiar feeling that these emotions are mixed together.

Cruelty and ruthlessness called killing.

"Nasr!" chanted the true name of the Lord of the River, and the lantern man in the sword silently responded to his servant's call.

Shouting my name, the soul vision, the long-lost soul perspective is presented in Birmingham's eyes, the assassin frozen into ice, the extremely familiar figure, all in this turquoise world.

Is it only at this time that you can see everyone around you, Birmingham asked himself, is it only at this time that killing people will become a burden-free thing, Birmingham thought so, and the sword in his hand pierced without stopping.

The ice, shattered, bloomed in the dim sky with a color that had never been seen before, and the hands, so heavy, obviously killed the assassin who ambushed, but the mood was unprecedentedly low.

I'm sorry, Mistress Frona, I failed.

In the shattered ice flowers, Rogge, a young man from the small town of Stoley, thought that at the moment of death, such a word full of regret became his epitaph.

"Birmingham!" shouted angrily, and Birmingham, immersed in betrayal and deceit, raised his head to see the face of Flange and the swarming tide of demons, the spire was in front of him, but the tide was approaching.

"Destroy the spire. When the crisis came, Fran lowered the spear in his hand, his eyes cold, as if everything just now was just insignificant, completely ignoring Birmingham's mood at the moment.

The order was so cold, like a pair of countercurrents, but it was the best consolation at this time, because the deep Birmingham clenched his sword, and the feelings of deception and betrayal were buried in the depths, and only the command to destroy the spire became all that was on his mind.

"Nasr. Whispering the true name of the Lord of the River, the Servant received a response from the man in the sword, the surging power was endless, and the swift footsteps were indestructible.

Seeing that the stupid master was regaining her spirits, little Ellie no longer had the slightest reservation, and the gathered magical elements gushed out in an instant, and the flames and blazing heat instantly covered the entire area.

"O flames, devour my enemies, Skyfire Blast!" the power of critical magic reappeared, and overwhelming meteorites pierced through the thick clouds and emerged over the slums.

"Counter-current double, final. "No longer keep, it means to let go, the cold spear suddenly let out a burst of sorrow, and the overflowing energy spiraled upward, forming a thin wall of air on the cold spear of the flange, the wall is like a swimming dragon, and the flying does not stop.

The three of them all let go and fight, and the demon tide that attacked them had long been forgotten, and only the towering spire was the only target at the moment.

Swords rise, guns fall, meteorites fall, and the roar shocks the universe and resounds through the sky.