It's him, but it's not him.

Allegri stared at the sword-wielding god who came through the air, his face bewildered.

In the square in front of the Cathedral of Cotia, he stumbled upon the "Flame of Light" and entered a bizarre fantasy space.

For some reason, the information Allegri got from it was blurred. They settle at the bottom of the memory, like the contents of a heavy book, which are not listed in the catalog. You know that it exists, but you don't mention it, but when you think about it, you can't find it.

But the most impressive part of it, very few but clear. Because it was not a forcible indoctrination from the "Bright Flame", but his own personal experience.

For example, the warm smile subtly made him accept the illusion of the "God's Grace" ceremony. Although he gradually understood the disadvantages of the ritual, Allegri could not resentfully it in his heart.

Just because he could feel that what the other party did was not the slightest malice.

But at this moment, the sword-wielding god who stepped out of the sea looked exactly like that illusion. The only difference is that he doesn't have any smile on his face, all of them are blindly calm and indifferent, but this difference makes the two feel completely different.

Not alone.

Allegri made up his mind and shifted his gaze to the Holy Flame Sword in the god's hand.

It's a familiar thing again.

He once insisted on cutting down the "Speaker of the White Bones", patrolling Rankine to punish evil, and also fought against legendary warriors, and fought on a par with the "Blood Drinking Demon Knife".

It turns out that it is really the role of the Godhead?

While he was thinking about it, the god holding the "Divine Lord's Glimpse" had already waved his sword, the sword was magnificent, but it was extremely powerful at the turn. The same swordsmanship used by Allegri against Cat Roman.

Banargomo sneered, his hands stretched out diagonally, and two long knives carrying raging flames popped out.

One god and one demon are entangled in the air like this.

Lightsaber Flame Knife. Staggered, drawing one treacherous light and shadow after another in mid-air. Before Borriello Manor, Allegri had seen two clones of the Fire Demon King, one of which was a legal professional who could unleash the legendary realm, and the other was actually a powerful warrior who could resist Cat Roman.

At this time, Barnalgomo did not need to be distracted, and his two knives danced like wheels, rushing to attack step by step. Immediately gained the upper hand. The sword-wielding god is wide open, both offensive and defensive, and he is not willing to retreat at all. The God Lord of Light, jealous and hateful, even if it is only a manifestation of a godhead at the moment, has completely inherited its original will.

Both sides are powerful warriors comparable to legends, and their martial arts are mysterious, needless to say. Allegri floated in mid-air. Looking at their heroic posture of fighting bravely, it was really dizzying for a moment.

You can witness the death battle between two legends. If this opportunity is placed on other martial artists, they may even faint happily. But deep down, Allegri has always believed that he is a magician. So when I was dizzy at the moment, I simply turned my head and stopped looking.

If the ritual is successful, he will be able to regain his identity as a magician. What's the use of learning martial arts? If the ritual fails, then he may not be able to survive, and it is even more worrying to consider this.

Thinking of this, Allegri couldn't help but be a little worried, and secretly hoped that Banargomo would be able to exert his might. Won in one battle.

The King of the Fire Demon is still a long way from the Lord of Light.

Even if he was only facing one of his godheads, and he was still a long-weakened godhead, Barnalgomo did not dare to say that he would win.

After all, this godhead has been hovering in Allegri's body for a long time, and the transformation of his body has also achieved certain results, which is tantamount to occupying the convenience of the location. In this case, the Fire Demon King must use this oath binding circle to bring the two sides back to the same level.

Of course, his greatest strength is not the non-formation, but the brain. In the godhead, although it carries part of the instinctive will of the god of light, it does not have too complex thinking ability. That's why Banargomo dared to promise Allegri to remove the light and holy power from his body for him.

The pre-arranged qiē is just to set the stage for this battle. So now, it's time to launch.

The Fire Demon King crossed his swords and blocked the god's slashing sword with all his might. Then he turned around and moved sideways, slashing downward and horizontally with one knife, and stabbing the opponent in the ribs with one knife. The violent movement made it shine for a long time, and a few tiny fires floated out, and slowly flew towards Allegri, who was watching the battle next to him.

The gods who manifest themselves in the Godhead rely only on instinctual and stylized battles. Even if he notices these sparks, as long as he does not pose a threat to himself, he will let them go and ignore them.

Allegri also saw the drifting fire, and did not make any changes. He was temporarily on the same front as the Fire Demon King, and he was not worried that the other party would mess with him. On the other hand, he really didn't have the extra strength to fight these small fireflies.

The battle continues.

Hundreds of rounds, like lightning and flint.

The sword-wielding god's expression was still calm, but his face was faintly pale. This makes him look more like a stone statue in the Cathedral of Cotia than a living person.

Allegri's gaze turned to Barnalgomo's body, and he was a little surprised to find that the Fire Demon King was actually panting slightly, which was a bizarre sight he had never seen before.

The battle between gods and demons is different from the battle between ordinary warriors. The flesh of mortals is too weak, and it is easy to suffer fatal injuries in the face of sharp knives and spears. Gods and demons are just the opposite, one or two injuries can't have much impact, and the side that consumes all the strength in the body first will eventually usher in a doomed defeat.

So they are not only competing in skills, but also consuming each other's strength as much as possible. The sonorous sound of agitation echoed endlessly, and every exchange of lightsabers and double knives was a hard-to-match between the forces of the two sides.

With the help of the swing, Barnalgomo spilled more and more sparks, one by one attached to Allegri's body, exuding a warm touch.

Allegri just didn't understand why most of these Mars were gathered in their hands, feet, or joints, as if they were premeditated.

After another moment, the battle in mid-air was already at a fever pitch.

The white-clothed god had no reservations, and his sword aura rushed into the sky, swaying like a rainbow. Beams of sharp sword light poured out, reflecting the blazing whiteness of his eyebrows.

Banargomo snorted coldly, his hands closed in front of his chest, and the handles of the two knives butt together, forming a strange weapon with a double curved blade.

He held this weapon in his right hand and went up to meet the light of the sword, but the five fingers of his left hand played strangely and inexplicably, as if he was plucking the strings of the piano. (To be continued......)

PS: (Second update, 2000 words.) ）