Birmingham didn't know what to say about the regent Yaoyue, if he was an enemy, but he did save Tina's life, but if it was a friend, none of them would celebrate their encounter with a lethal moon blade. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Supporting Tina, who was retreating, Birmingham drew his long sword, the sword light was clear, the blade was sharp, the hand holding the sword was horizontal in front of him, swinging away the flying moon blade, and the huge power came from the sword, making Birmingham's hand holding the sword begin to tremble slightly, and the gap between the two was undoubtedly revealed in one move, Birmingham knew that even a mid-level warrior would seem so powerless and small in the face of a master like the regent Yaoyue.

"It's a pity, I remember that Richard was obviously a very powerful character, why was his heir so weak. The regent Yaoyue had been smiling faintly, but the moon blade in his hand was coming one after another.

The razor-sharp moon blade was like a giant beast with open fangs, tearing through the wind and snow between the two, and each of the Regent's attacks struck Birmingham's long sword, and the concussions in his hand kept coming, and a stream of warm liquid spread along the palm.

"That's a shame. Birmingham's sword swung and swung the moon blade again, and with a heavy heel step, the retreating figure finally stopped, and then sprinted, the cold wind was left behind, and the snow splashed behind him, leaving only a series of faint footprints on the pure white snowfield, and the speed was so fast that the cold snow could not hinder the pace of Birmingham's sprint.

The long sword stood tall in front of him, like a stabbing long sword, cutting through the incoming wind and waves, the hair swept over his eyes, and the face of the regent Yaoyue was clearly visible, and then he stabbed out without hesitation.

The surging blade emitted bursts of buzzes, and the regent Yaoyue's face remained unchanged, still a smile, still a moon blade, cutting through space, tearing up time, and suddenly appeared on the trajectory of the long sword.

The two converged, the air flow in the middle scattered and fled, the sharp moon blade pointed on Birmingham's sharp sword tip, the tooth-sour sound suddenly sounded, the solid sword blade bent little by little, the hilt of the sword tied with the cloth strip rubbed Birmingham's palm, the burr instantly pierced Birmingham's palm, and the pain of drilling the heart came from the palm, but Birmingham's hand holding the sword was tighter.

One step out, not backwards, but forward, the hilt of the sword pressed against the soft belly, and Birmingham, gritting his teeth, advanced step by step.

"Oh, a bit of Richard, but it's still too weak. The Regent raised an eyebrow in surprise. The next moon blade had already been swung out of the air, directly taking Birmingham's head, and the sharp moon blade was like a moon-white phantom in the eyes of everyone, floating in, but with an irresistible killing intent.

Seeing the attack of the second moon blade, Birmingham actually showed a big smile, and the eight white teeth actually made the regent Yaoyue shake his head, he remembered that when the kid succeeded in his treacherous plan, he was the same, such a bad smile.

Withdrawing the sword, turning sideways, bowing the head, the three movements in one go, the bones in the waist clicked, and the talent of forced link once again showed its unique power, this difficult action with the help of forced link without the slightest pause, as smooth as flowing water.

The first moon blade that was pressed against the tip of the sword was unhindered and slashed out in an instant, and at this time, the trajectory of the second moon blade of the regent Yaoyue and the first moon blade converged on the top of Birmingham's head.

The roaring explosion suddenly sounded, and the accumulated snow was also in the explosion, rising high, like smoke blocking everyone's view, and at this time, Birmingham, who was bowing his head, moved again, this time not stabbing out, but swinging up diagonally, quickly lifting.

The Regent's eyes changed, and he took half a step back without a trace, and a sharp sword aura had already slashed out from the raised snow mist, grazed the Regent's body, and fell into the endless snowfield.

The attack failed, Birmingham, who was hidden in the snow and mist, did not pause at all, and there was no trace of chagrin on his face, a mid-level warrior can injure an epic hero, it was purely a dream, so Birmingham, who could not hit it at all, took the second strategy very decisively.

"We surrender!" Without warning, or even without discipline, the regent Yaoyue was like a punch on the cotton, quite angry.

"I really can't compliment you Richard's temperament. The regent Yaoyue looked at Birmingham emerging from the rising snow and mist, and the elves, who had always been known for their elegance, couldn't help but burst out of the green muscles.

"Yes, it's a tradition for our family. Birmingham replied with a smile, as if he was not worried that the regent Yaoyue would suddenly attack, it can be seen from this point that ordinary peerless masters have a common problem, that is, they think very highly of themselves and will never do anything to surrender their identity.

"Looks like we're going to have a few more Terran friends. Although I wanted to complain that the little boy in front of me, who looked like he was only about ten years old, called himself a little friend, but the elf Red Moon took the lead in speaking out, so that Birmingham completely dispelled this idea.

"Your Excellency the Great Windrunner, the Elven Red Moon salutes you. "Yes, this little kid in front of him is indeed one of the most ancient elf kings in the mouth of the elf red moon, even if his appearance and height are forever fixed at the age of ten, but his body is an out-and-out thousand-year-old soul.

Speaking of which, I have to mention that the ultramarine elves have a very fraudulent appearance, because the old monsters who have lived for thousands of years are likely to have the appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, especially the windrunner in front of them.

Dressed in pale green clothes, with golden hair, and a face that is difficult to distinguish between men and women, although I want to say that the Windranger in front of him is a cute boy, but considering the identity of this cute boy, Birmingham still closed his mouth in amusement.

"Red Moon, I remember you being one of Ishtis. The old voice of the Windranger was matched with that young and excessively young face, which was really full of peace, but everyone present did not dare to laugh out loud, the oldest elven king was not a figure that a few mortals could handle.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Great Windranger.

"Where is the Caroler?" said the Windranger, but in exchange for Elf Red Moon's somewhat pale face.

"The whereabouts of Lord Carol are unknown. Elf Red Moon showed obvious grief.

"Whereabouts unknown!?" Not to mention that the Windranger showed a shocked face, even the regent was a little stunned, but a dignified sword saint was missing at the moment, and his life and death were unknown.

"In that case, come with us, I think our destination should be the same, am I right, mortal servant. Windranger's eyes swept over the elven red moon and rested on Birmingham's body.

The identity of the mortal servant was revealed in one word, and Birmingham didn't care about it at that time, this identity didn't cause him any trouble until now, and it was not a big deal to be recognized, but soon Birmingham didn't think so.

"Living, you have to be careful of this Windranger, I feel a strong malice in him, even more so than the regent Yaoyue. "The words of the lantern bearer are never untargeted, since she said so, there must be her reasons, but the current situation makes Birmingham dare not think about it, from their current situation, the only existence that can compete with the regent is the elven sword saint chant, but the whereabouts of the chant are unknown, but on the opposite side are two elf kings and a cloudy regent, even if the elf king of the wind chaser left a good impression on them, but the current situation Birmingham does not dare to pat his chest to ensure that this elf king will not poison them。

"Mortals with eagles, you don't have to worry, just follow me. The voice that suddenly sounded in his head made Birmingham subconsciously glance at the Wind Ranger, the beautiful sword saint noticed Birmingham's gaze, showed a shallow smile, looked at the two wind chasers who quietly distanced themselves from the regent, and suppressed the shock in his heart, it seems that these three people are not monolithic.

Each has a ghost, almost the best description of this team, the regent and Birmingham, who have just returned the sword, are together at the moment, although it is a little uncomfortable, but the current situation can only make Birmingham suppress this emotion, so that Birmingham can not sigh the trick of fate.

"Don't think too much about it, Richard's son, for me, as long as the end is achieved, all means are fine, whether it is an enemy or a friend, it makes no difference to me, of course, you are the same. The regent glanced at Birmingham, who was walking beside him, and patiently explained.

"Well, I know that from the time you were able to accept my surrender, I knew that you were indeed an elf without a position. Birmingham looked approving, and the choked regent Yaoyue was speechless for a while.

"You are so similar to your ancestors. In the middle of the ring, the regent held back a sentence, coupled with his helpless look, which made Birmingham a little confused, so he had to attribute him to praise and other remarks.

"Where, looks? I've always thought that our family genes are very good. ”

"No, it's the flamboyant tongue. The regent Yaoyue said indignantly, ignoring Birmingham's innocent expression, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled down most of the distance.

"What a weirdo, what do you say, my sweet little Ellie. Birmingham saw that the conversation object turned to the cute little magician, but unfortunately, the cute little magician did not want to talk to Birmingham and threw him a petite back.

"It seems that our little friend is very lonely. Just as Birmingham was looking at the regent and little Ellie's backs, the Windranger stepped up and stood with Birmingham.

Looking at the smiling face, Birmingham suddenly felt that this strange team was not as good as he imagined, especially now.