The old sword master whispered to his very optimistic nephew about the situation on the battlefield, while reaching out and pulling out the straight-edged sword that cut off the head of the last old black dragon of El from behind his back, holding the sword with both hands, he took a deep breath, and then let out a roar, and at the same time the sword slashed forward, and a high-speed oscillating air blade instantly cut out an arc-shaped ravine on the sea not far from the fleet, and the water waves rolled up, like a giant beast roaring. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It may seem like something that is simply impossible, but it happens.

The sea, is divided!

Although it was only a little separated, the sharp edge that cut through the surging water still stopped the fleet's menacing movements.

"Mage, cross this line, your life is mine!"

"Roar!

Seeing this scene, thousands of orc warriors on the fleet involuntarily raised their weapons and cheered loudly for the Rogman Sword Saint, in the hearts of the orcs who grew up listening to the brave deeds of the old Sword Saint, Rogman himself is a symbol of invincibility, and the one that Rogman brought back recently, the hideous black dragon dragon head hanging in the ancestral land of the Fireblade Clan, shows this invincible demeanor.

In the face of Rogman's domineering declaration, the competitive Sky Hunter used a more domineering response.

A figure that even Rogman didn't see too clearly sprang out of the airship, raised his staff, and a dazzling scorching light like the sun appeared in mid-air, and when it fell, the stream of flames with terrifying magic happened to fall right behind the scar that separated the sea, it was the 7-ring magic - "Sun Flame Sea", a group attack spell commonly known as not war magic, but better than war magic.

"Orc, when you step into this sea, your life is already mine!"

Brills, wearing goggles, stood at the front of the airship, holding his staff in both hands, and responded in an arrogant tone,

"But you should be glad that we didn't come with a sea of destructive fire!"

At this time, Phil, who was carrying the golden key staff, stepped forward, stood with Brills, and said in a loud voice,

"Mr. Rogman, we haven't seen each other in forty years, have we?"

The two arcanists turned the tense situation into a two-sentence sentence, which somewhat made the orcs who were originally holding their breath feel very uncomfortable, but the old swordmaster only smiled slightly, he turned the straight blade sword back to the depth, and shouted,

"The hand of time! The wound you left on my arm back then is still faintly painful, reminding you that there is still an enemy alive in the human kingdom, but I wonder if the scar I drew on your neck will also make you cry out in hatred?"

Hearing this, an uncomfortable expression flashed on Filin's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and tighten his signature high-necked robe, but at this moment, a hideous, dark red scar appeared in the eyes of Brills, who was also curious, and therefore peeked at it.

During the Orc War, Brills was in charge of the northern front, and he did not intersect with the central front where Rogman was, so even he didn't know that his old friend had such a "friendship" with this orc sword master.

"Don't talk nonsense anymore! Rogman, this small island, the White Stone Society is determined to win!"

Fei Lin changed his previous softness and said in a tough tone,

"But I also know that you will have it in your pockets, too!, but I don't want a war to decide who this island is, so let's send three warriors on each side to fight in glory to decide who it belongs to!"

Rogman and Almanch glanced at each other, and both saw the doubts in the eyes of both sides, but doubts are doubts, but Filin's suggestions are also tempting, especially for Almanch, because once the conflict breaks out, the casualties are the most elite warriors of the ghost wolf tribe, although he is eager for war, he is also a qualified leader, and naturally he will not exchange a large number of casualties of his clan for a spoils that will eventually be shared by the eight clans.

This may be a good thing for the tribe, but not necessarily for the ghost wolf.

Fei Lin is very confident in his proposal, because on the last airship, the portal to the Holy White Stone Castle has been built, and other Arcanists can be called in to support at any time, although the Orcs have the ultimate Sword Master like Rogman, and the odds of victory against the Arcanist are very high, but the Council of Seven also has the same famous "Secret Sword Dancer" like Sean Barty, and if it really wants to fight, it is still Shiraishi who will have the advantage.

Ten minutes later, Rogman, who had come out of the bridge again, shouted,

"Hand of Time, your suggestion, we agreed! Three people on each side, and in an hour, on this sea!

"Huh!"

At the moment when Rogman had not finished speaking, a purple giant light curtain instantly spread out from the sky above the heads of both sides, and then when the Sword Master had just drawn his sword and the Sky Hunter had just flown into the sky, it completely enveloped the entire time cage, even with tens of thousands of square meters within the range of the fleets and airships of both sides.

"Mr. Arcanist, someone has imposed a powerful space blockade, and the portal has failed!"

"Lord Swordmaster! The portal under construction has failed! Someone has blocked this sea area!"

The heralds of both sides shouted out the news that it was super bad news for both sides almost at the same time, and then the next moment, six super airships of different shapes, but all of them were full of dense warriors, showed their bodies from the clouds.

Compared with these six super airships, the original imposing airship formation of the White Stone Society instantly became the ugly duckling next to the big white goose.

Of course, this is not surprising, after all, such a thing as a magic airship was originally invented by the dwarf engineers of Riggenmoore, and if you really want to count it, the airship of the White Stone Society can be regarded as an imitation of the second generation of Riggenmower, and the six airships made by Riggenmore for the dwarves and elves are already the most advanced models of the fifth generation.

Each airship can carry up to 800 fully armed soldiers, driven by six super magic crystal aircraft, the maximum load reaches an astonishing 250 tons, each airship has a distance of at least 800 meters from front to back, carrying 35 light air combat rapid-fire cannons and 4 retractable magic guide main guns that were successfully developed just 2 years ago, and there are professional bombardier for air attack in the cabin。

That indescribable sense of deterrence, that kind of terrible pressure like Mount Tai's overwhelming, that is the posture that a true sky overlord should have.

"I've heard that there are people in this sea who are trying to decide the ownership of the Time Prison and the Ancient Gate through battle?"

The Rite of the Moon, Lenia-Star Song walked to the edge of the airship and spoke Rogman and Filin's previous proposal with the arrogance and sarcasm characteristic of the elves, while Popov, who came out of the other airship, in the silent sea breeze, the dwarf's loud voice rang in the ears of every listener,

"Who, then, gave you the power and guts to divide the ancient heritage that belongs only to the southern kingdoms!"

The elven leader on the third ship, the indifferent legendary spearman, Lina the Wilderness Runner, armed with two silver spears, commented indifferently,

"The glory has faded, the prowess is gone, look at you, so reckless!

Finally, it was Regenmore's dwarf legend stalker, the clever little soft girl, Jennifer summed up with a thunderous voice that was deliberately bold, and increased with a special voice changer,

"You will be punished!" (To be continued.) )