I don't know when it started, after Chris and Philins rushed together, it was no longer a simple fist and sword strike, the fighting spirit of the two had exploded outside the body, and in the wind, sand and dust were filled, the two figures of gold and green were separated by a slight touch from time to time, and then they approached the opponent at an extremely fast speed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only Chris and Philins knew that in the previous collision of pure power, it was Philins who suffered.

Because of her weapon, the Rapier.

As Chris thought, the strength of this weapon lies in the stabbing and volleying, and although its own toughness is unquestionable, in order to keep it straight, Philins needs to infuse more fighting energy into the sword, which means that Philins consumes more fighting energy per impact, and the fighting spirit of the rapier itself cannot withstand one frontal impact after another, although the thin sword is not made of ordinary materials.

While worrying about the weapon, there is another very important reason: Philins is not sure that she will be able to defeat Chris before she runs out of fighting energy.

His vindictiveness!

Green!

Philins was sure she had never heard of such vindictiveness.

The color was secondary, but what surprised Philins more was its intensity, and every time the two collided, his fighting spirit showed a faint sign of collapse.

Mutated vindictiveness.

Wacky boy!

Although not injured, Philins wisely abandoned the head-on collision style of fighting.

How long has it been since I've fought like this?

Philins can't remember, five years, ten years, or more.

A ninth-level warrior actually yearns for the holy level much more than other professions, what kind of realm would that be?

His mentor, the Gray-clothed Sword Master, once slashed the mountain with a sword, and the power of that sword was seen by Philins with his own eyes, and immediately after that, he entered a state of epiphany.

Holy level, representing power.

Invincible power!

After the epiphany, Philins felt like she was one step closer to the Holy Level.

However, as the battle continued, it became more and more obvious to Philins that Chris was strong in his fighting spirit.

This feeling of "congenital insufficiency" made her a little discouraged, if such a fighting spirit reached the holy level, what kind of power would it be?

Is it because my fighting spirit is not condensed enough?

After abandoning the clash of powers, Philins chose a long-ago way of fighting: the Swift Sword.

Her wrist shook flexibly, accompanied by the sound of "snorting", and she stabbed a dozen swords at Chris in succession and rapidity, and the tip of the sword was directed towards it, completely enveloping the opponent's upper body.

This kind of warrior sword technique, which was completely out of the orthodoxy of the mainland, really made Chris not dare to take it hard, and turned around to dodge.

Fluns won the initiative and followed without hesitation, flicking his hand and pointing at his opponent.

Chris tiptoed a little and retreated a few meters away.

Then, with both hands raised, two lightning balls shot at Philins at the same time, and then clicked at his feet, and took a few steps back, and when he stood still, another elemental ball appeared in his hand.

Facing the two lightning balls, Philins still faced them head-on, the thin sword in his hand slashed in the air at a very fast speed, and with the trajectory of the tip of the sword in the air, a huge arc of sword qi burst out, colliding with the two lightning balls.

There were no explosions, only a "snort" sound.

The two balls of lightning vanished in the air, and Philins had the timing right, just before the balls were fully formed.

After cracking the lightning ball, the sword qi still flew forward, but Chris had already jumped in the distance.

He is worthy of being a ninth-level warrior!

Chris sighed, but he didn't stop in his hand, a chain of lightning shot at Philins, and the other hand cast a wall of dirt.

His feet retreated one after another, and one magic after another was unleashed.

Thunder, lightning balls, flying stones, ground thorns, earth walls, swamps...

I didn't think much about it at all, I instinctively cast the first magic that came to mind in my head, then the second, the third...

At first, Philins would honestly carry out "brute force cracking" with vindictiveness, but then gradually became impatient, jumped again and again, and concentrated on dodging one magic after another.

Close the distance.

This is the instinctive choice of every warrior and mage when fighting.

Philins is no exception.

So, while jumping over several earthen walls in succession, he fell into the swamp.

Then the swamp solidified.

The previous invincible routine looked ridiculous in front of Philins.

She just shook her legs, shattered the ground, pulled her feet out, and the effect was only to make Chris move farther away.

Chris threw two more spells from his hand.

Philins saw the direction and prepared to dodge.

"Poof"

"Poof"

Two soft sounds, and they exploded in the air.

Then, there was a snow-white sky between heaven and earth.

Is this a flash technique?

Philins was amazed.

But she was much more experienced in combat, and she didn't panic and retreat, or dodge indiscriminately to disorient her opponent.

She simply closed her eyes and turned her head sideways to catch her opponent's movements with her ears.

Then, the body sank.

This is retardation.

Philins understood.

This is the helplessness of fighting a magician, as a warrior, there are many times when you are simply defeated on the way to pursue.

Who knows the pain of the enemy who can't even touch death in death?

However, Philins has already determined where Chris is.

The fighting spirit around the body is getting stronger and stronger, but it is not as aggressive as before, but it is subdued and covered on the surface of the body, and the skill of fighting energy protection is not liked by Philins, but it is undeniable that in many cases, the warrior must use this method to reduce the damage of magic.

Just lower.

Not to resist.

Because the damage of each magic is different, although it is inevitable to be injured, sometimes the momentum of the step by step is enough to scare off the magician who is not very psychologically high.

It's just that it certainly doesn't include this kid in front of you, Chris.

From the beginning of the battle, Philins had not seen a look of panic or hesitation on his face.

Philins let out a low roar, and another layer of red rose from the golden layer of fighting qi on her body, and it flashed away.

The god of war roared.

With two negative states on her body, she had to wait for the blinding state to disappear, and until then, she was not sure if she could resist the opponent's magic with her body alone.

The god of war roared, and Philins had increased her proficiency to the second stage, and the increase had reached sixty percent, and she was slightly relieved.

This was Philin's reluctant choice.

Especially since this kid has already cast so many strange spells, maybe there are other spells that haven't been cast yet.

She hadn't imagined that one day she would use the God of War Roar at a time like this since she had learned the skill.

But, she made the right choice.

In the frenzied wind around him, there was a distinct sound coming towards him.

Philins lowered her body slightly, and moved to the left in a few steps, and in an instant she was already far away from her original position.

"Snort"

There was a strange noise behind him, as if countless snakes were sticking out their tongues at the same time, and the association caused goosebumps to break out all over Philins' body. (To be continued.) )