An unpleasant atmosphere converged in the hall, and although Birmingham was prepared to meet the enemy, what he did not expect was that he would meet the opponents he had faced here. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It seems that Mr. Birmingham was a little unhappy with our coming. The painter was not in the least aware of Birmingham's wariness.

"Yes, this is not a very normal thing, is it the first time that Your Excellency the Oil Painter knows about it?"

Miss Sword Spirit's words were as sharp as ever. ”

"Each other, each other. Apparently for dealing with this oil painter, the pure white Tianxi was not interested, at least after this short conversation, the situation between the two sides fell into silence again, Birmingham did not have the slightest intention of leaving, although the long sword at his waist was lost, but as a qualified swordsman, this down-and-out nobleman exuded enough energy to make the oil painter look sideways, across the sword fingers beside him, a purple streamer continued to fly, like a neon.

The sword pointed together, the sword aura overflowed, and it had already been told that there was no possibility of a reversal of the position of the painter, or that the position between the painter and Birmingham had never merged from the beginning, and even in the time of ultramarine, the relationship between the two was more enemy than friend, and the vigilance never subsided.

"A sad move, Mr. Birmingham. ”

"No, on the contrary, I think it's the right thing to do. As soon as the words fell, the sword qi was swung out impressively, there was no room, no turn, this was Birmingham's cleanest blow, and it was also the most decisive blow.

The sword qi crossed the air, like a blade that broke through the sky, and the atmosphere of stagnation and silence turned with the sword qi, and suddenly the wind was all around, and the air flow surged.

In the face of the attacking sword, the oil painting showed a trace of surprise, just a short farewell, I didn't expect that when we met here, the strength of this young nobleman had reached such a point, without borrowing the power of external objects, the sword qi in the palm of the hand had faintly had the demeanor of a sword saint, but it was only faint, Birmingham, who had not been confirmed by the dragon, was always a middle-level warrior, not a peak person.

The mind flowed, but there was no pause in his hand, the shadow of the ripples suddenly appeared in front of him, the ripples of the fluctuations were like a black hole that was destroying time and space, rolling the space around him, and the distorted texture followed the fluctuations of the ripples, and in an instant, it wrapped the attacking sword qi, without any suspense, and a move that could not break through time and space was doomed to be fruitless.

The sword qi was swallowed again, Birmingham's figure moved slightly, the sword finger hung down to his side, and then suddenly waved, the wind surrounded the waving arm, and the light flowed to the bladeless sword finger, and then there was a piercing buzz.

"Phantom, a thousand cracks!" There is no sword in his hand, but it is a perfect show, and with a wave of his finger, it actually brings out thousands of sword shadows, and the bright sword shadow roars between the two with the moment of waving.

Ten thousand sword shadows broke through the air, with a speed like thunder, leaving clear sword marks on the smooth ground.

The sword, too fast, lost the sword in his hand, Birmingham seemed to have lost its shackles, swinging a thousand cracks several times more than in the past, even Tianxi was shocked by the growth of his master, not to mention the oil painter opposite.

It was also the first time that Birmingham had seen this member of the tree face facing his sword shadow in a dignified manner, and it also made Birmingham know whether he was facing a warrior or a magician.

"Collapse!" he chanted and shouted, his palms in front of him were opposed, black magic condensed in his palms, and a miniature black hole appeared in front of Birmingham's eyes with the convergence of magic.

Like a whirlpool in the turbulent water, thousands of attacking sword shadows were instantly affected by this infinite suction, even if Birmingham's blow had reached its peak, but in the face of the strange magic that even the sun could not dodge, Birmingham's swing of the thousand cracks still showed a trace of fatigue.

The galloping sword shadow was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant, but the oil painter also paid a lot of price for this, the black hole surging in the palm of the palm kept writhing, and each twist made the oil painter's palm add a trace of scars, and the red blood stained the palm red in the blink of an eye.

The blood red dripped down, the shadow of the sword disappeared, the oil painter finally stopped chanting, the opposing palms suddenly closed, and the black hole in the palm disappeared instantly.

Space magic, if Birmingham can't see the magic used by this member of the tree at this time, then he can now accept the fire of the little mage Ellie, although the mage is now as missing as his own sword.

"Who are you?" questioned after all, not only because of the amazing magic, but also because of the meaning of this magic, space magic, no, or should become a forbidden magic, after the goddess created humans, this kind of magic that steals divine power has been regarded as a blasphemous existence by various organizations, and even the Eastern Capital Alliance, which has always been known for its scholars, also regards those who study space magic as forbidden people.

"Magic can bring convenience to humans, but at the same time, magic that is too powerful can also disrupt the rules of the mortal world. This is a dogma that every magician must remember, it is engraved on every magic book, in the heart of every magician.

"Mr. Birmingham is really a noble man who forgets things, and below is the oil painter of the tree picture. ”

"Under is the dramatist of the tree. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

The painter, the dramatist, and the musician answered Birmingham's question in unison, not considering the strange way of answering the caged goblin, but this answer was no longer convincing to Birmingham.

"Then I'll ask again, what exactly is the treemap?" Birmingham looked coldly, his sword finger standing on one side, his fingertips lingering, "And don't fight with me, I haven't heard of the prestige of space magic."

"Mr. Birmingham is really erudite. Surprised that the down-and-out aristocrat knew of the magic he was using, the painter smiled, only this smile was more of a sarcasm in Birmingham's eyes.

"Since Mr. Birmingham wants to know so much what our organization is, it doesn't hurt to tell Mr. Birmingham, after all, we are old acquaintances. The dramatist Jöspier also smiled and spoke, and his smile contained an emotion that made Birmingham unhappy.

"We are mortal tree-like diagrams, following the path of truth in search of vanishing glory, and of course Mr. Birmingham may call us that if he finds it difficult to understand. The oil painter's tone paused, and the smile spread from the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, Birmingham seemed to feel that the sun outside was no longer dazzling, or that the last word in the artist's mouth swallowed up the dazzling warm light.

"The Deep Blue is our nickname. ”