Ai Suyan was keenly aware that above the body of the man in black in front of him, a burst of awe-inspiring murderous aura gathered like a rolling dark cloud.

The eyes like the clear sky, unconsciously, a trace of gray aura floated through, like a long-lost black lightning, about to fall from the originally calm sky in an instant again.

"I should have said that I never intended to do anything to outsiders, but you don't know what to do. The other party's tone was even a little lazy, but the evil gaze revealed incomparable resoluteness.

The gray orb exudes a striking and sad evil brilliance: there seems to be a mysterious power that has long been unable to contain the urge to gush out.

What should you do, Prince of the Silver Wing, is this man's enigmatic strength really enough to destroy the inheritance of the Divine Blood?

The surrounding warriors were already fiercely entangled with the enemy, and the scene was chaotic, and it seemed that the men in black, although weak, were able to deftly avoid the moment their swords touched their flesh. At the same time, their leader, a tall wizard with a orb in hand, was smiling and walking towards Essusyan.

However, in the next second, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the blue-gray stone pillars in the cave, which had shimmered with light, were all vibrant and radiant at the same time, and the clean surface reflected unexpected dazzling colors, as if it were covered with a layer of silver shell and trim at first glance.

I don't know when it began, Prince Ai Suyan, who was already holding a sword in his hand, once again became calm and calm.

"Oh... I see... A swordsman, his ability is not small. The man in black yawned in a pretended gesture, and then looked at the opponent in front of him with a rather disdainful gaze: "Then, you can attack first, nameless junior." With that, his cloak began to fly like a black flag.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: This guy has extraordinary strength, but does he look down on the master who wields the sword?

His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his body suddenly began to move, and above the fingertips of his right hand, the gorgeous silver sword qi gradually took shape, and continuously transmitted surging power to the sword body.

Then, like a silver meteor, the tip of the sword, wrapped in light, contained infinite power, and under the swift movement of the body, there was only a small distance left from the center of the black cloak.

The surrounding blue-gray stone walls are still cold and cold, like a lonely observer.

At this time, the wind sounded, and the corners of Ai Suyan's mouth smiled: There is only one inch, at this moment, I must save the crisis of the barrier city!

However, in the next second, his dream was shattered suddenly, and then scattered like confetti.

The moment the tip of the sword touched the cloak, it suddenly seemed to hit the incomparably hard steel, making a loud sound of gold and iron, but it was never able to penetrate this sudden solid barrier, and at the same time, the silver sword qi poured out in all directions like a waterfall, sweeping the center of the battle in a blink of an eye, and attracting the sideways eyes of the surrounding warriors.

"Is this the swordsmanship used by this friend of ours?" the exclamations of the Imperial warriors came one after another, "If he is an Imperial, then I will definitely compare him to the heroes of the past." ”

However, the biggest enemy is still unscathed.

Adhering to the tenacity of the swordsman, Ai Suyan quickly withdrew the blade after this blow, and then his body shifted with a heavy and mental agility, and his arm swung rapidly, causing the silver blade to continue to swing horizontally and continuously, under the surging sword qi, the huge force of each blow was enough to turn any flesh into shattered powder, and then drift away with the wind at the end of time and space.

But no matter how hard he tried, the sharp blade could not cut through any corner of the cloak, and then wounded the flesh and blood inside.

The sound of gold and iron was endless, and a trace of cold sweat gradually began to appear on Ai Suyan's forehead.

This guy's cloak suddenly became like the hardest metal, what kind of strange magic is this?

At this time, through the corner of his eye, he found that his opponent was looking at him with a rather satisfied gaze, and the corner of his mouth smiled strangely.

Ai Suyan rolled backwards, and then appeared in the position where the attack had been launched without changing his face.

"Very good swordsmanship, it can be said that it is one of the best in our place, but, do you know who I am?" The man in black seemed to contain countless poisonous snakes in his eyes: "Then, let me tell you personally." Dear Swordsman. ”

Ai Suyan looked into his opponent's eyes, holding the sword in his right hand and his left hand quietly reaching for his waist, as if looking for something.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Claw of Death'? its members are all over the continent, and its main responsibilities are... It is to help some dark magic groups to change the fate of the continent. ”

Its tone paused, its gaze arrogant and arrogant.

"And I am one of the most powerful leaders of them all: Mogan 'Death', a master of all kinds of metal and shadow magic, and I have had countless opponents in my life, but I have never been left behind. ”

"Then again, since our great deeds shook the righteous rule of the entire continent, even the kingdom of Hastan in the west has to give us three points of courtesy... Do you know all of this?"

On Ai Suyan's face, his look of surprise was like that of a war beast in crisis.

Metallic magic?

"Yes. Mo Gang stretched out a finger and shook it slightly, his expression full of disdain: "At that moment just now, I used the magic 'Metal Transformation' to successfully turn the silk cloak into a sturdy 'Emperor Gold', which is why you don't know where to start. ”

Ai Suyan was slightly stunned: This is terrible...

"Alright, now it's my turn to strike back for what you've just done!" Mogan shouted angrily, and then the spell in his mouth moved, and at the same time, on his right arm, the purple magical aura that exuded a sense of horror and despair began to slowly condense, and the atmosphere of the entire cave was dark and dreary, like an unfortunate land about to be overwhelmed by a demonic tide.

The exclamations of the warriors seemed to come from the far side, and the prince Ai Suyan, who was full of light in his heart, was driven by the last trace of his will to fight, and pulled out a strange object from his waist with his left hand.

Incomparably delicate patterns are engraved in every corner of its body, the shape is strange and gorgeous, the power is rough and majestic...

"It's a musket!" the exclamations of the Imperial soldiers revealed an incredible psychological change: "The creation of technology, full of incredible power!"

At the same time, Ai Suyan closed his eyes briefly, and his mind was mixed: As you expected, Peterqi. This guy finally came in handy...

Then he quickly opened his eyes, and with a keen grip on the Neptune's musket, a silver bullet struck the undead orb in Mogon's hand at an unimaginable speed, catching him off guard.

What's more, the accuracy of this blow can also be said to be perfect.

The bullet hit the surface of the Orb of the Undead, and a huge impetus made it out of Mogon's grasp in an instant, and the sleek orb rolled to the ground until it stopped in the distance, and the banshees trapped seemed to have received a heavy blow, and the sharp whistling sound sounded again, making the whole cavern feel creepy.

But the musket was not powerful enough to kill the spirits within... I failed. Ai Suyan sighed in despair, and at this time, the embarrassed and angry Mogang finally stopped chanting the incantation, and his eyes were as cold as a ferocious poisonous snake spitting out of anger.

"Destroy... Everything that angers the Grim Reaper, in this place that is not worth mentioning. The purple light on his right hand suddenly condensed, as if he was attracted by some kind of attraction in the center at the same time, and then with a depressing atmosphere, a huge dark purple scythe suddenly took shape in his hand.

Its blade was extremely broad, a masterpiece of shadow magic, its heavy handle clenched in Mogon's hand, and the demonic aura made its surroundings glow dimly, and although the corrupting power gathered on the blade, it continued to attack everyone present.

It's the "Scythe of Death"... Ai Suyan pondered calmly: Master said that it was a superb shadow magic weapon that could only be born from pure evil...

At the same time, the soldiers shouted anxiously, conveying messages of concern.

"Get out of here, friend, leave us for now, and then pass the news of this place to Marshal Tuyalav and all the brothers who are waiting for him!" Behind him, many black-clad wizards still stood with strange faces, and it was obvious that this time they were not in a good position.

"Die!" Mogang approached Ai Suyan's body at lightning speed, and then with the gaze and shouts of almost everyone, the purple magic scythe quickly slashed from the top of the prince's head, and the surrounding stone pillars made a "squeak" crunch, and countless small cracks appeared under the impact of the breath, and the cave that could no longer hold on to such a powerful confrontation began to crumble, and it seemed that it would turn into a bleak and gloomy ruin before a few sounds.

However, at the moment when the scythe was about to break through the top of their heads, a loud resonance no less than the swordsmanship blow just now quietly sounded in everyone's ears, like the bell of the Shepherd's Church, conveying the power of faith enough to calm people's hearts.