The man in black was furious, raised his staff, and shouted: "Demon flames are monstrous!"

Suddenly, the black fog covered the big ship, and he couldn't see his fingers. Mark exclaimed, "Hurry up and turn on the lights." But no one cared about him. Seeing this, Mark obediently shut up.

In the darkness, Smith clasped his hands on his chest, his fingertips were softly lit, and he shouted, "Purifying light!" From the tips of his fingers, a ray of light came out, cutting through the shroud of the black mist, and the black mist was gradually dispelled. Looking at the big ship again, under the shroud of the demonic fog for a few seconds, most of the mast has been corroded, and the hull of the ship has also seen many signs of corrosion, but under the barrier of holy light, everyone is fine.

Suddenly, the man in black shouted in mid-air, "Bone Purgatory!" Everywhere the wand pointed, countless dark things broke through the air and shot at the ship. The big ship creaked incessantly, and where the deck was broken, countless undead climbed up, and Mark was full of souls.

Smith was startled and pointed at the man in black with his hand: "Necromancer, Ice Bone Owl, Dark Warlock Thomas?"

"Exactly, Smith, remember who took your dog's life!"

Smith didn't say anything more, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the spatial ring took out the Holy Light Scepter: "Then let me meet the famous dark warlock Thomas!"

With that, he slowly walked out of the Holy Light Barrier and turned back to tell the Knights to take good care of Mark and Erlang. When Smith came to the bow of the ship, he was far away from Thomas, who was standing above the head of the demon lord in mid-air, and for a while, the wind was surging. The night breeze blew Smith's clothes, and the hunt sounded, and the white hair on his head fluttered. This is the battle between the two of them, the decisive battle that has been postponed for forty years, the black fog rises under the night sky, the ghosts cry and the wolf howls, but there is that little light, shining between the heavens and the earth.

At this time, the big ship turned upside down. Countless undead creatures shattered the hull of the ship, burrowed out of it, and wreaked havoc. The four bright knights immediately joined the battle group, although the level of the undead is not high, and they are even limited by the light attribute, but they are superior in number, and they don't know how many. As time passed, the barrier of light faded and finally dissolved into nothingness. Countless skeletons flocked to Mark and Jiro, and Mark drew the iron sword his father had given him, making it look presentable. But the strength of the skeleton soldiers is not small, Mark can still deal with one or two one-on-one, a few skeletons forced Mark to the Jedi, and many skeletons went to Erlang.

At this time, Erlang, who was next to Mark, looked at the bow of the ship, looking at the two magicians in the battle, the dazzling light magic and the terrifying dark magic were holding onto each other, and the sea was affected by the confrontation of magic, and the huge waves rose up in the sky, and the wind shook the sky. On this moonlit night, Jiro saw the power of magic for the first time, but he didn't know what to think.

Mark exclaimed and reminded Jiro that because the skeleton soldiers were already close at hand, Jiro's mind was still far away. A skeleton soldier held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, to see if he could get Erlang, and with a wave of the ghost-headed knife in his hand, he slashed at Erlang's neck, seeing that Erlang was about to be beheaded. At the last moment, a golden long sword was separated from the blade, like a mountain abyss, and the skeleton soldier's sword could not advance another point. Immediately after, a fist wrapped in vindictive energy slammed into the skull's head, and with a bang, the skeleton soldier's head shattered. The headless body spun around in place a few times, unconsciously brandishing a big knife, and the person who came came with another sword, slashing at the skeleton, smashing to pieces, and shattering the white bones all over the ground.

There were four other knights of light resting downstairs, and Mark immediately shouted when he saw reinforcements coming. Four knights join the fray and gradually turn the tide of passivity. The ship was in shambles, with bones and the corpses of the crew everywhere.

Thomas's Bone Purgatory has finally exhausted its dark abilities and is gone. Four of the eight knights were injured, but none of them lost their combat effectiveness, and the strength of the Bright Sect was truly extraordinary.

Everyone knows that whether they can get out of danger tonight depends on the duel between the two people, who are as strong as the Eight Bright Knights, and they will never have a chance to intervene. The bow of the ship had been completely shattered, Smith's figure was still erect, and in the air, the demon roared, and Thomas was still in high spirits. The eight knights teamed up to stimulate the fighting spirit and protect Mark Erlang in the center. Their hearts were praying to the God of Light, hoping that Master Smith would defeat Thomas. But can Smith beat Thomas? At least Smith is in a state of weakness right now.

Damn Thomas was thrown over one by one by one, Smith's mental power had been drained of most of it, this venerable undead magician had dominated the world with his trick Death Harvest before he had even stepped into the middle rank, he must have been waiting for an opportunity, maybe when Smith's mental power was lacking, it was the time to kill with one blow. Smith clearly knew that while he was overstepping the challenge, he still had a number of people to take care of behind him, which was almost a dead end. At the time of life and death, Smith is confused, how should he choose?

"Do you really want to use the Holy Light Burst? That is a move to burn the jade, and all the lives on the ship must be buried together!" At this moment, Smith hated himself a little, and he had wasted forty years. After forty years of hard work, with his talent for the continent, with the background of the Holy See of Light, and his status in the Holy See, he would already be at least the level of a mid-level magister, and pinching Thomas to death would be like pinching a bedbug to death. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Between the battles, Smith slumped behind him, and the eight knights guarded the portal, desperately resisting the aftermath of the magic clash between the two. Looking at Mark, this honest guy didn't know the situation at all, and was still cheering for himself. Looking at Erlang, this miraculous guy, the young man who gave him a great impact, his ethereal eyes also looked at him, but he didn't know where to focus. Smith sighed inwardly.

Although Erlang was wandering outside and didn't know what to think, he still found Smith's movements, he didn't know why he had an idea, Smith was going to give up resisting, he was almost to the point of running out of oil. Erlang came back to his senses and said lightly: "Eight knights, let's withdraw, leave the big ship, and don't become a burden to others anymore." ”

The eight knights are in a row, this tone and demeanor seem to be the habit of being in the position for many years, and it is not at all like the calmness and courage that a young man should have. In the middle of the struggle, Smith's voice came from his ears: "Listen to him, go!"

The eight of them did not hesitate any longer, waved their big swords, smacked, cut off a large piece of the ship's string, and protected Mark Erlang to jump off the big boat and board the plank. The crowd slashed the sea with their swords, and the planks were pushed far into the distance under the huge waves.

However, the battle continued, and the clash of light and dark elements made the sea surface light and dark intertwined, and the wind and rain were fierce, and the huge waves that turned over the sky could swallow the big ship at any time. The plank was two or three hundred meters away from the center of the battle, and the storm was still there, but the Knight of Light held the long sword in his hand, but he was desperate to avoid it further away.

Suddenly, Smith shouted, holding the Scepter of Light with both hands, pouring the energy of his whole body into the Scepter, and the crystal ball at the top of the Scepter burst into ten thousand strong lights, at that moment Mark Erlang couldn't help but close his eyes, it was difficult to look directly. The crystal ball became brighter and brighter, and with a crisp sound of thought, the crystal burst, and Smith seemed to be incarnated as a god, pointing at Thomas from afar, and roared angrily: "The holy light burst"! The vigorous light ability was like a lightning bolt slashing straight at the top, and before it reached Thomas's body, a strong wave of qi surrounded Smith and Thomas and the two, bursting outward layer by layer. In the night sky, it was like countless lightning bolts, a dazzling bright light.

In the bright light, Thomas laughed, pointed at Smith with his wand, and screamed, "Death harvest!" A dark shadow shrouded Thomas's figure, and the black shadow suddenly conjured into a sickle-shaped, Thomas was shocked, his wand pointed diagonally, and the sickle slashed down in the air.

The magic knife literally tore through the night sky, and the powerful sword qi screamed on the sea surface, drawing a water line on the turbulent sea in an instant, and the water column rose into the sky. The magic knife was like a sharp knife in the strong light, and when it encountered the violent light element, it exploded one after another in mid-air, emitting explosions one after another. Every time it exploded, the magic knife weakened by a point, however, the demonic energy that exploded was vertical and horizontal, like a wildfire burning the plain, constantly competing with the light for space. Light and darkness are not separated, the extreme stalemate caused a large-scale explosion, the explosion completely engulfed Thomas and a bird, the screams of the demon owl were thrilling, and the knife qi of the magic knife slashed through Smith, and the priest of Smith was directly slapped into the sea, and the knife qi went straight forward for hundreds of meters, and finally died down.

At last the battle had come to an end, and when everything was gone, the ship was gone, the sea was littered with pieces of wood, and the occasional broken stump of the corpses of the crew was undulating. The Knight of Light on the small plank paddled hard into the water, trying to find Smith in the center of the battle. But is the vast sea of mist so easy to conquer?

The sea conditions had just been changed by a powerful magic duel, but the smoke had cleared, and the sea conditions had not even had time to recover. Dawn came, but the sea roared, the waves rolled, the wind and rain came suddenly, and it would be a stormy weather. Compared to the really angry sea, the disaster just now was really only small-scale. The sky was getting brighter, but no one could open their eyes under the rain and wind. The small planks undulate in the water and can be pulled into a whirlpool at any moment.

Jiro sat quietly on the board, his eyes closed, he was looking for that natural sense, just like the previous warning. Suddenly, a wave of uneasiness clouded his heart, as if he was in a volcanic crater, ready to be swallowed up by the magma that erupted out of the eruption at any time, what is it? The underwater energy was changing, and it was tightly locked on the plank, and Erlang immediately shouted: "Danger, underwater!"

Everyone looked at Erlang, puzzled, and looked at each other. Erlang was helpless, and said lightly: "If you believe me, I'll jump into the sea." After saying that, he grabbed Mark, made two thumps, and tumbled into the sea, leaving the eight knights standing on the plank in a daze.

Mark reacted, the people had already arrived in the sea, and Mark was anxious: "Second brother, what are you doing, follow the Light Knight safely." Looking back at Erlang, he struggled powerlessly in the water, as if he was about to be washed away by the sea.

Mark hurriedly caught up and grabbed Erlang: "Second brother doesn't know water?"

"Ahem, I have forgotten who I am, and even if I used to, I would have forgotten it a long time ago. ”

"Then you dare to go into the sea?"

"So I'll get you into the water, and you'll save me. ”

Mark ......was speechless, the sea was turbulent, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were swept away from the knight's plank.

That feeling became more and more intense, Erlang wanted to shout, but his mouth was full of seawater, and Erlang had no choice but to give up.

At this time, there was a change under the water, and the sea water under the plank seemed to be boiling, and the bubbles were churning, and the plank spun involuntarily. The eight knights nervously clenched their swords and stared at the water.

With a "boom", the wooden board shook violently, and was pushed into the air by a huge impact force, and was smashed to pieces. The Eight Knights of Light are in mid-air, trying to find balance. A bloodthirsty shark rushed out of the water, with a body more than ten meters long, blood-red eyes, empty eyes, and a person on his back, dressed in black, with a wand in his hand, it was Thomas. Thomas appeared on the surface of the sea, enveloping him in a dark mist. Then the wand waved: "Darkness devours!" The wand was like a black python, and it swooped down on the Knight of Light, and the eight knights did not even resist, they were devoured in the blink of an eye, and let out a scream.

Mark was so frightened that he saw Thomas kill the Eight Horsemen, and he seemed to look at him in the rainstorm, and his empty eyes seemed to be about to swallow him. Mark hurriedly pulled Jiro and swam into the distance.

Thomas commanded the bloodthirsty shark to speed across the sea, surrounded by black fog, which was terrifying. Jiro only closed his eyes, but he also felt that his surroundings were gradually dimming, as if they were about to be swallowed by darkness. Knowing that Thomas was close at hand, but for some reason, Erlang didn't feel afraid, was it because he knew that he would die? Erlang also felt incredible, as if it was not him who was dying, but an irrelevant person.

Thomas was on the top, looking at the two little guys in front of him, and raised a thin left hand, what was brewing in his hand, Mark could see clearly, and he also knew that once this hand was released, he and Erlang would die. Mark thought of this, and he gave up too. Suddenly, he felt Erlang take his hand and pull it hard, Mark was startled, and listened to Erlang say a short sentence: "Dive"! Almost a conditioned reflex, Mark stabbed down with a fierce son.

It's hot underwater, yes, it's hot, it's so hot that it's about to boil the seawater, and the more you look down, the hotter it gets. Thomas saw the two little ones diving under his nose, and suddenly he had a ridiculous feeling, this was not a trap, was it? The strangeness of the sea did not escape his perception either, although he did not touch the sea, and did not have that kind of skin-to-skin experience.

Thomas froze on the back of the bloodthirsty shark for a moment, and at that moment, a jet of water erupted like a volcanic eruption, and Thomas was thrown high with the screams of the bloodthirsty shark. In the churning waves, a narwhal beluga whale was held up, and on its body more than ten meters long, Smith sat on its back. Smith, who reappeared, no longer had the same elegance as before, a silver-basin-like face, the right half of which had been disfigured, and almost no flesh could be seen, just a face covered with bones, below the right shoulder, only an upper arm, and the white bones were exposed, but his expression was still calm.

Thomas was also in danger, first put a dark shield on himself in mid-air, and his left hand, which had been gathering momentum, suddenly opened: "Boundless Purgatory!" The surface of the sea suddenly ignited a black flame, accompanied by the turbulent agitation of the sea, it seemed that the entire sea was burning.

Smith flattened the scepter in his left hand, mobilizing his mental power: "The light shines!" The dark flames gradually faded.

Thomas landed on the surface of the sea, stepped on a piece of wood under his feet, and was embarrassed: "Smith, you're not dead yet!"

"How can I die before you Thomas, before you go to hell?"

"Then let's see who kills the deer!"