Chapter Forty-Eight: The Last One!

Southwestern part of the Krantia Empire, Sea of Dawn Trees. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the tall and lush forest, the soft sunlight casts a little light on the ground through the gaps between the leaves, and from time to time there are birds crossing the sky, smashing the blue curtain of the sky, peaceful and demure, the same as in the past, but there is no one to be seen on the paths leading to the temple, whether it is an elven warrior in light armor or a priest with a gentle smile, there are only two tower guards in front of the Genesis Tower, and the faces that are usually calm to the slightest expression are full of anxiety at this time, and from time to time they look into the depths of the sea of trees, and the faint noise makes the expressions on their faces even more tangled, obviousIf it weren't for the fact that the glory of being a tower protector had been deeply engraved into their souls for a hundred years, they would have slipped away a long time ago.

。。。。 Damn, what the hell is going now。。。。。

。。。。 I really want to see it...

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In the depths of the sea of trees, the trees that spread infinitely like waves came to an abrupt end, and the thick dark green vines were knotted together, forming a wide and flat field, on which two figures quickly intertwined, the crisp sound of the blades hitting each other sounded from time to time, and suddenly a hot golden light suddenly bloomed with a bang, and one of the figures shot out backwards in response, and the slender body flipped twice in the air completely uncontrollably, and then fell on the vine in some embarrassment.

A gorgeous light armor unique to the elf clan has appeared on the cracks, the slender ears trembled slightly with the sound of breathing, feeling the completely depleted fighting spirit in the body, the wood elf shook his head slightly and sighed: "It is worthy of being a paladin of the Cross Church, the strength is really strong, and he lost in the next", the voice was not loud, but it pierced far under the effect of the magic circle, causing a burst of regretful sighs.

Here, it is the competition ground of the forest temple, which is made of elemental vines as a whole, and its strength is strong enough to withstand the battle of gold-level powerhouses, and there are many auxiliary magic circles under the vines to serve both sides of the battle, and the amplification array is one of them. As for where others watched the battle。。。。。。

On the tall trees, Oster and many elven warriors in light armor looked at the paladin on the field with disgruntled faces, tall and sturdy bodies, although the silver-white forged steel plate armor had criss-cross battle marks, but it was taken care of by the master very neatly, without a trace of rust, reflecting the cold light slightly in the sun, holding a giant sword almost the size of a door panel in one hand, the resolute face was not handsome, but it had a heart-wrenching bearing.

。。。。 The Church of the Cross, Paladin...

。。。 A single sword, defeat all the young generation powerhouses in the Forest Temple...

Thinking that those young powerhouses who were so powerful that they were unattainable on weekdays were easily defeated under that huge giant sword like chopping melons and vegetables, even if he didn't want to admit it, a trace of fear still appeared in Oster's heart, but then he was overwhelmed by the shame that surged in his heart - the entire Dawn Tree Sea young generation couldn't defeat a single person。。。。。

。。 Damn, if only that guy were here.

。。 That guy's words must be okay.。。

"Hahahaha, old lizard, this time I'm going to win, remember to prepare what you promised, hahaha. The insolent and wanton laughter rolled through the arena like thunder, shaking everyone present, and Oster, who was just in a daze, was unsteady and almost fell off the tree, and with a little awe and fear looked at the two majestic old men standing at the top.

The dragon of Achmia, the Bervar Morrowind, and the laughing 。。。。。

Grip of Light - Abraham.

。。。 The Strongest Paladin。。。

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"Yo, is it? old madman. I don't think so, hahaha. The old man in the white robe didn't pay attention to the laughter of his old friend at all, and smiled heartily, feeling the spatial fluctuations from the distant Genesis, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his green eyes, and the phantom of the ice-blue dragon behind him flashed, and the high dragon groan accompanied by the old man's hearty laughter rose to the sky, and a burst of sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed towards the Tower of Genesis.

Just as everyone present was puzzled by Boval Morrowind's movements, a clear elemental wave rose in the direction of the Tower of Genesis, and then approached here at a very fast speed, and the low and heavy explosion sounded like a war drum, and it became more and more urgent, closer and closer.

Bang!

With a roar like a thunderbolt, a figure swept through the air, pulling out a long afterimage, and fine ice chips slowly fell in the air, reflecting the light slightly in the sun, and then turned into the most primitive element and returned to heaven and earth.

。。。 The elements are concretized, stepping into the sign of silver...

The eyes of everyone present shot with some curiosity to the young man standing in front of Bovar Morphyrwind, dressed in shabby tunics, with black hair, a tall figure, and a large ice-blue object behind him, who was talking to Lord Achmia Dragon with a slight frown.

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β€œγ€‚γ€‚γ€‚γ€‚γ€‚ In other words, if you win him, you will be able to get the holy water you need, right? I see。。。。。。 ”

Frowning slightly, Chen Fei bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to untie the ice coffin on his back, through the ice blue ice coffin, it seemed that he could still see the beautiful girl, and sighed with a complicated expression, Chen Fei slowly handed it over to Bovar, the hand that had held the sword for ten years was a little trembling at this time, and his resolute face was full of solemnity, "Then, senior, please leave it to you now。。。。。 ”

Seeing that the ice coffin was slowly surrounded by a rich breath of life, Chen Fei took a deep breath, turned to look at the paladin below, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes.

。。。 This is the last enemy。。。。。

。。。 Zixiu, wait for me...

With a leap, the scenery on the ground continued to enlarge in Chen Fei's field of vision at an extremely fast speed, but his heart was clear, and the ice-blue elements gathered into a disc under his feet, accompanied by the sound of a violent roar, forcibly turning in the air, turning into a phantom and shooting towards the arena.

。。。 Stepping into the void, the effect of eight steps to catch up with Zen Dacheng is to use the power of the elements to forcibly do it。。。

The right hand is slightly concave, and in the whistling sound of breaking the air, a knight's sword turned into a black shadow and shot at Chen Fei in the arena in the stunned eyes of its owner, as soon as the sword was in his hand, the sharp and sharp breath instantly rose from Chen Fei's body, and the long sword in his hand buzzed excitedly, and the low and solemn sword groan was endless, and the audience could hear it.

Feeling the rising momentum on Chen Fei's body, the resolute eyes of the paladin wearing heavy armor became brighter and brighter, his left hand slowly touched the wide hilt of the sword, and the original single-handed sword became a double-handed sword, like a mountain-like heavy momentum rising from the ground, and Chen Fei's fierce sword momentum was constantly intertwined in the air, and the depressing aura spread from the two sides of the confrontation to the entire venue, and only a slight and suppressed breathing could be heard in a huge arena.

The overly oppressive atmosphere provoked several birds to flutter their wings away in panic, and pieces of gray-white feathers fell, which were immediately shattered by the sudden appearance of sword light.

Rumble!

The terrible scream and the heavy sound of breaking the air collided fiercely, and the violent wave of qi instantly erupted and swept the audience.

(Thank you Xianwu Moon Shadow, Bai Guangyan, Long Xiao Cannon, Sword Man, and you say I listen, these book friends for their tips, thank you very much...) οΌ‰