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The hideous face of Master Anlu turned around and glared at the guy who suddenly appeared in his room, but the expletives that were about to erupt from his mouth stayed in his throat at this moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What did he see?

The guy who was considered a strange ordinary person burst out of a dazzling electric light from the tip of his finger, and he actually blocked the explosive wind ball with extremely strong impact and destructive power less than half a meter in front of him.

And with the smile in the eyes of this strange guy, the size of the wind ball is rapidly shrinking, obviously caused by the magic contained in it being worn away little by little, seeing this scene, Master Anru's eyes shrank, and he subconsciously took two steps back with his box.

This guy... Has this guy's control over the elements and magic reached a point where it can weaken hostile magic?

What a terrible enemy!

"Who the hell are you?"

With a solemn face, Master Anru placed the black suitcase behind him, pulled out a dark red staff with a long handle from the spatial ring, and aimed it at the enemy who had already consumed the burst orb.

"For seven years, you're still hovering at the Magister level, tsk"

Elevenn moved his hands and rested his right hand on the hilt of the Angry Sea's Edge, he glanced at Master Anru, then shook his head, his tone full of sorrow,

"It's a real disappointment. ”

"What are you talking about? What seven years ago? Who the hell are you?"

As he spoke, Master Anru quietly moved his body towards the closed window, the enemy in front of him couldn't tell what rank it was, but there was no doubt that the enemy who could block the 6 rings of magic with his bare hands was not something he could deal with now.

His small movements all fell into Elivan's second vision, but the young man ignored it, and instead strolled to the front of the bar, picked up the white wine that Master Anru had left there, put it under his nose and sniffed it, with a pleasant look on his face.

"Goo..."

Elivan put the bottle of white wine to his mouth and lightly embellished it, tasting the unique taste of this rare fine wine, with a wave of his hand, blue-purple lightning appeared in the entire room, firmly wrapping the surrounding walls, this time the Sky Dome Spear was not spread into a large area like it was on Andriel when it was to meet the invasion of the Seventh Action Group, there was only a room of less than ten square meters, so the intensity of the current split was very high, and it looked quite amazing.

"Let's end this boring "guess me guess" game, Bloodthorn Belmons, don't you really know me?"

Eleven, with open arms, said in a compassionate tone, like a praying priest,

"That bloody night, when you stabbed your sword into Lehman's chest, when you forced those old men and old ladies to flee for their lives in embarrassment, did you ever think that there would be such a day?"

"You're... That kid, the kid who was said to have died in the wolf wilderness!"

"Yes, I am the child, the child who escaped from your sword, and now that I am here, are you ready for the greeting of blood?"

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"Die!

The oppressive air made Master Anlu, no, Blood Thorn-Belmons' face angry, it was just hell, the dead man seven years ago had now appeared in front of him, and what was even worse was that the "Sam's waste" that had been passed on by word of mouth, when he appeared in front of him in such a mysterious posture, Belmons actually felt a rare chill.

As a magician with the blood of the legendary creature, Thestrals, temperature has lost its meaning to him from the moment he was born, but now, he has to admit that in the face of certain things, such as the unknown, such as fear, temperature, the abandoned things have returned to his body again.

Belmons is not a person who sits still, before Elivan could make a move, he had already quickly released three 3-4 rings of low-level magic, the dry dove-tailed flower, the tail feathers of the Thestrals, and the low-level flaming stones burst in his hands, and the floating crimson ashes, surging darkness and furious fire, almost at any time and in no order, poked out of his hands, turning the room in front of him into a deadly trap in an instant.

The high-level dark spell dispelled all the light in this instant, and the ashes were rekindled, the four-ring magic that was once used by Shelfield to deal with Elivan, the scorching ashes that were still glowing with fire were like snowflakes, lit up in the darkness, and finally the fire gushed out from the body of Belmons who flew up, which was the three-ring spell - the incarnation of flames.

In short, in the darkness of an unknown day, in the fluorescence of the stars lit by the ashes, Belmons, who was like the incarnation of the god of fire, drew two dark swords from his waist with both hands, changed direction in the air, and pounced at Elivan who was standing there at great speed.

Frankly speaking, although Belmons has been at the level of the Magister for some reason, his understanding and arrangement of magic has indeed made Eleven's eyes refreshed, three spells, visual changes, space compression, and finally the explosive power brought by the flame incarnation, I am afraid this is the usual assassination method used by Belmons, to be honest, the first time he encountered the attack of this ingenious combination of magic, even if it was an enemy of the same level, even a high-level position, it was easy to be hit, after all, what Belmons held in his hand was a sharp blade with a strong demon-breaking effect。

"Wow, Demon Martial Dual Cultivation! The combination of Demon Master + Great Warrior, you can really surprise me, Belmons!"

Looking at the hideous face of Belmonds, who was rapidly approaching, Elivan suddenly felt that all this was boring, his right hand holding his waist moved lightly, and the next moment, the edge of the angry sea was terrifyingly unsheathed, and the blade blessed by death seemed to cut a not very mellow luster in the dark air, which is normal, Eliven has never learned swordsmanship or swordsmanship, and he does not have that talent, so his moves are almost full of loopholes.

But the unusually sharp and strong edge of the angry sea, on the other hand, made up for this shortcoming, although Belmons had already blocked the bayonet sword in front of him, but after that flash of light, the feeling of heavy weapon clashing and the crisp sound of metal breaking from his hand made Belmons stunned in place, and then, two ice snakes surging from Elivan's side quickly wrapped around his body, without a cold touch, but that kind of restraint made Belmons feel that something was wrong.

The difference in strength is too big...

And the moment his eyes touched the pair of crossed golden rays, Belmons suddenly felt dizzy, and then the pain of the sharp blade entering his body, this was not the first time he was hit by a sharp weapon, but the extremely painful feeling that seemed to have been magnified hundreds of times still made him cry out in pain.

"Ah!!h

"Rest assured... It's not going to end anytime soon!"

Elevenn reached out and gently stroked Belmons' hideous face, removed an intricately crafted mask from his cheek, smiled and turned the hilt of the knife in his hand, and a pungent bloody breath rose from beyond the slowly closing wooden door. (To be continued.) )