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Curt regrouped mentally in an instant, and he couldn't be overwhelmed by Ioham's momentum. In order to gain time, Curt was anxious to plan tactics, and said very innocently:

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Lord Ioham. Someone may be attacking me behind my back, but I am a faceless one loyal to the Thousand Laws. ”

"Are you still hesitating because you're not sure, if you're worried that I've done something to the Purple Grudge and the Holy Night, I'll put your worries away. ”

Eorham held his jaw with his left hand and extended a finger of his right hand. The Soul Shattering Sword Purple Resentment and Immortal Armor Holy Night on Curt's body immediately disintegrated, disappearing into the air piece by piece. Curt was speechless, becoming more and more convinced that he could not avoid the fight. It's one thing to assassinate Eoham, it's another to fight in a dignified manner. With Ioham head-on, Curt didn't even have the slightest chance.

"Actually, I'd like to get rid of your Arcane tattoo as well, but that will only detract from your strength. ”

Ioham spread his hands, as if tired of one-sided talking. He yawned, then lowered his voice and said:

"Kirt, the sword of fate, how is the Grand Druid McDonough, I miss him, but unfortunately you can't bring my greetings. ”

Curt immediately threw his shot with all his might, and Ioham had already ripped off the last layer of his face. Curt guessed that it was the druid who sued him. Now all he can do is do his best to fight his way out.

Surrounded by thirty-six gems, Ioham's body is a barrier that arcane focus cannot break. Curt didn't mean to attack, he just used the fastest degree to unfold the anti-magic force field scroll, releasing the spell contained in it.

With Ioham's abilities. He can lightly interrupt Curt's spell casting. Lock the battle directly. But Eoham didn't do anything. Just watched with great interest, watching Curt complete the spell.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the translucent shroud appeared around Curt. Curt knew that Ioham was underestimating himself, and that this was his only chance. If Eoham had taken the fight seriously from the start, even if Curt had the Staff of Reward in hand, he probably wouldn't have been able to make a few moves. Now that Curt has cut off the effects of the spell on the battle, he'll use his psychic abilities to decide the outcome.

Eoham sat indifferently, as if he had made up his mind to wait and see. The next second. Curt manifested a psychic ability, and space sliding. He appeared directly a meter away from Ioham, enveloping him in the range of the anti-magic force field.

A series of collisions rang out, and the thirty-six gems that surrounded Ioham were falling. The spells they contain are suppressed by the anti-magic force field, and all of them lose their luster.

In this situation, Curt was almost certain that he had won. But Iorham remained unmoved, chilling in his calmness. Curt took a deep breath and released the psionic power that had been hidden until now. An intense silver light shone across his forehead, a gesture of a psyker as he fought with all his might.

In the next second, Curt showed his psychic ability with all his might. An invisible psionic shockwave whizzed away. Pounce on Eoham, who is close at hand. Curt didn't hold anything back, and the blow was enough to crush the hoplites. He was looking forward to it. Hope to see Eoham's limbs shattered, clumping in a pool of blood and wailing.

But nothing came of life, and the torrent of psionic energy disappeared into the air. Curt was dumbfounded, he didn't know what was wrong. Eoham shook his head, he took out a piece of jade from his bosom, and said with great regret:

"It's a surprise that you're a psyker. Ever heard of the Anti-Psychic Field, Curt? It has a similar effect to the Anti-Magic Field, but it's the psionic energy that separates it. ”

Curt frowned wordlessly, and the corners of his forehead bulged into the veins. On Curt's forehead, a dazzling white glow lit up again. The entire room began to shake, and a large number of pieces of furniture floated into the air. As Curt pointed his hand at Ioham, hundreds of pieces of debris flew in from all directions. They are as powerful as bullets, and they target various vital points on Eoham's body.

Eoham smiled and slammed his staff to the ground. A violent wave of qi immediately surged around him, blowing away all the debris. Curt was also swept into the air waves, and he flew upside down, slamming into the wall, almost out of breath. The anti-magic force field followed him, no longer able to envelop Ioham.

He had already lost, and Curt clearly understood this. He immediately disarmed the anti-magic force field, flicked the teleportation earrings in pain, and tried to escape. But Curt flicked the earrings three times in a row, and it was useless at all. He looked up and saw a large gray-white enchantment that shrouded him. Ioham sat in the center of the barrier and said with a pleasant smile:

"Not bad, I'll give you eighty-five points. ”

Curt didn't answer, and he rushed straight at Ioham. Halfway through, Curt activates the Spatial Ring and summons a one-handed sword with a weight-saving spell attached. His body instantly changed to the posture of a warrior, dragging his right hand holding the sword to his side, and making a preparatory gesture to swing and slash.

Eoham laughed out loud, as if he had seen something very interesting. He stood up calmly, holding his staff in both hands. At the moment when he enveloped Ioham in the anti-magic force field, Curt unleashed his sword flexibly. He swung his sword to slash the artery in Ioham's leg, then shook his wrist halfway through, causing the tip of the sword to bounce like a viper and head it at Ioham's throat.

Eoham laughed and swung his staff lightly, using the head of the staff to open the blade. He then pushed the hand holding the middle of the staff forward, stabbing the tail of the staff into Curt's abdomen. Curt withdrew in surprise and blocked Ioham's counterattack with a slash. He watched as Eoham stood in a lunge and made some kind of stick gesture with the head of the staff pointing down and the tail of the staff pointing up.

"Magic, psionic energy, swordsmanship, you're not proficient, but you're still passable. ”

Ioham nodded, commenting on Curt with emotion. He lifted his chin and said expectantly:

"Is there anything else you can do, Curt, hurry up, or we'll be bothered by the Faceless of Good Things. ”

“...... How do you know who I am?"

Curt hesitated, but finally spoke. He feigned that he was overwhelmed, just to get Ioham's attention. In the corner of the room, Naza, the psicophite, had teleported. It is a top-notch psyker and Curt's last hope. Curt has no doubt that Naza has what it takes to fight Ioham in a dignified battle.

Ioham didn't answer, he just smiled indifferently. Without a word, Curt raised his hand holding the sword and placed it on his left shoulder. He clasped the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and began to force. This is the extreme sword that Adios taught Curt, and it is also the strongest sword skill that Curt knows.

So Ioham faded his smile and muttered, 'Damn Adios'. With some hesitation, he raised his staff, blocking the path of the blade.

Curt gave no reservation, and the muscles in his body tensed. He stared at Eoham, finally finding a hint of nervousness in the other man's expression. Out of the corner of his eye, Curt saw that the six tentacles of Nazha were slowly opening. When the psionic light lit up, Curt swung his sword out.

The blade of the sword made a whistling sound that cut through the air, turning into cold light. Eoham immediately swung his staff, turning it toward the blade. After a soft 'snort', the sword actually cut off the staff. The blade swept past without stopping, heading straight for Ioham's neck.

For a moment, Curt felt the blood boiling all over his body. In his eyes, the passage of time slowed down suddenly. Curt saw the blade move inch by inch, approaching the major artery in Ioham's neck. But Ioham was still smiling, without the horror and distortion that Curt had expected.

Finally, the sword's castration came to an abrupt halt, stopping at a point where it could touch Eoham's skin. The unrivaled psionic power imprisoned Curt, preventing him from even moving his eyes.

Eoham sighed regretfully, snapped his fingers, and the broken staff was rejoined.

"Is that all? It's a little worse than I thought. ”

With a look of pity on his face, Eoham put away his staff. He turned and nodded to Naza, who had trapped Curt with psionic immobilization. Nazha bowed in return, then turned his eyes without pupils to Curt, and said helplessly:

"The one who asked me to teach you psychic abilities is Mr. Eoham, otherwise who else? Goddess of Magic, how many people do you think in the Thousand Laws City can command me?"

Curt didn't answer, he couldn't even move an eyelash. It was a real failure, and Curt only felt disheartened. He has been planning for many years, trying his best to infiltrate the Thousand Laws City, and even becoming a faceless one. But from the very beginning, he was a pawn in Aioham's hands. Ioham used Curt as an after-dinner pastime and played an exciting game. He has Naza as a backing and eyeliner, and from beginning to end, Curt has no more than half a chance of winning.

"You promised me that you wouldn't kill Curt. ”

Nazha curled up a tentacle and scratched her cheek, and whispered. Ioham shrugged his shoulders and said with some amusement:

"Kill him? Why? There are very few capable young people in this world. All Curt lacks is experience, not to mention...... Hehe, I'll reveal the mystery later. ”

At this point, Ioham abruptly interrupted the conversation. He approached Curt with his hands behind his back, and said in a kind tone:

"Last night, I was invited. Right where you are standing, you have a fight with the people. Guess who the person was doing it with me? Tip 1: She's hard to deal with. Tip 2: I had to lock off the space to avoid the spread of the spell's influence. Tip 3......"

"It's Ani!"

Curt roared, and the bulging veins in his forehead burst abruptly, and at the same time, forcibly lifted the psionic fixation on his body. A blue-white light shrouded Curt, the spiritual energy that was at work. From Ioham's words, Curt suddenly understood the real reason for Ani's silence. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, and there was nothing left to worry about. (To be continued......)

ps: Uh-huh, continue the plot's **