Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 2524 The battle mage is super strong
The little witch calmed down, her pretty face was solemn, her hands clenched into fists, her powerful magic power was running in a completely irregular way, and several beautiful roses bloomed above her head.

"What are you doing?" Yuena was curious, and it suddenly happened like this out of nowhere. Are you going to break through the realm, or are you in some kind of embarrassing state.

Xiaoyu enthusiastically made a suggestion, "Let Sugarcane give you a pass?"

"What are you talking about?" Yimiwu gave up clenching his fists, why couldn't it work, strange, and muttered: "Didn't Yelin say that our golden bloodline has been unsealed, why don't I shine."

Super shiny golden little witch!

How cool.

"Stupid~" Yuena took advantage of her height and patted the little witch's head lightly, "Only a battle mage takes the path of digging himself and evolving his potential, and his whole body will emit a powerful light."

The little witches are completely different. Their taboo and curse will make those who are not favored burn their vigorous blood.

Yimiwu looked back at the major major professions in the demon world. Elementalists and battle mages are undoubtedly powerful. In the past, the upper limit was only the master of eclipse and the summoner of the conqueror. Become a god.

The magician is happy every day, not doing business, but his ancestor is the glorious Beyana.

The little witch cannot be regarded as a mainstream profession in the devil world, because there have been few goddesses of the dark moon in the dark house since ancient times, and the population of this generation is even more withered.

Yimiwu gave up, sighed deeply, and said in an envious tone: "Battle mages can unlock the golden bloodline and have a close relationship with the goddess. No wonder Niwu and the Oathkeeper organization are super strong."

In short, the class of Battle Mage is super strong!
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Mephisto has no intention of joining the struggle of the Conqueror and others. After waking up, he eliminated the ancient line of cause and effect, chose to go far away into the boundless starry sky, adjust his own state, and then make plans.

From when he woke up to when he left, the time that passed was very short. The first apostle watched the whole process coldly, and showed no intention of keeping him.

"Why were you interested in listening to ancient stories just now?" the first apostle of the beautiful world asked Kahn secretly, not quite like our style.

It is not necessary to increase the cultural heritage, we believe in the power of respect, the unique invincible, eternal immortality.

Could it be that at some point, I accidentally suffered the loss of being uneducated.

The magic sword refined by a civilization sacrifice is a giant sword, which is not suitable for Casillas, who pursues lightness and sharpness, and is now in the hands of Soderos.

Soderos let go of Clarice, she has a good sense of fighting, and has recovered part of the strength of the ancient times, and she can fight by herself.

Casillas held another blood-stained steel blade of his own, with a heavy breath, gushing out a white airflow, the battle is not over yet.

"That kid has become a god, and the younger generation is awesome... Do you feel frustrated?" Casillas asked.

"I am always on the way forward." Soderos raised the magic sword and answered him in another way.

Ye Lin, who was far away in the beautiful world, twitched his cheeks, and had a bad feeling that these two uncles and grandfathers should talk about him every day as their future opponent.

That was annoying enough.

"kill!"

Clarice took the lead in transforming into a terrifying giant sword, filled with vast and infinite sword intent, the giant sword hangs down into the starry sky, and the point of the sword's edge is invincible, trying to cut off all obstacles.

Casillas and Soderos moved together in an instant, three against one, and they didn't feel ashamed at all, because Kahn made it clear that he would not refuse anyone, and also because Kahn was too powerful.

The battle broke out in an instant, and the power revealed was much stronger than the last time. Battles beyond the level were extremely rare. Four bright streamers collided continuously, destroying heaven and earth with every gesture.

It is certainly worth celebrating to be promoted to a transcendent, but the obsession in my heart has not yet been achieved, that is, to use my sword to touch the first apostle, that is to say, to hurt him.

Three against one, and all of them are sword cultivators, the entire vast starry sky is filled with endless sword intent, intertwined sharp edges, like the sky net revealed by a divine spider, covering that undefeated figure.

The aura of the first apostle has increased a lot, with one punch and one palm, simple and pure, but every time it can shatter the boundless sword intent, like a giant who has raised the sky and flattened the shining sea of ​​swords.

Clarice spun and flew backwards, her gorgeous and magnificent sword received a terrifying palm, climbed up a few horrible cracks, and almost disintegrated.

She was extremely shocked. In the era of ancient Terra, the first apostle was also a top powerhouse, probably only inferior to Norra.

In a sense, the goal of "touching Kahn" was achieved, but it was mostly embarrassing. She was slapped away by the other party.

boom!
The two swordsmen retreated in unison, the tiger's mouth was cracked, bleeding came out, half of the body was numb, the blood in the chest was violently churning, and they were already injured.

"Be careful, he has a secret method, which can greatly increase the attack power in an instant, and explode my body." The conqueror's eyes were red, and he was in a desperate state.

Even though the realm soared, he still lost to the first apostle. The conqueror was quite heavy, and the gap like the abyss reappeared.

Because he was born as a slave, he has no arrogance and dignity, and is willing to sign contracts with the weak, just to learn from the best of all schools of thought and sharpen himself.

It has been more than 1000 years since Kahn was defeated. He practiced desperately, but he was still unable to make up for that terrible gap.

Casillas was silent for a moment, and said: "There is no solution for a long time, we will lose."

"Yes." Soderos nodded, he now fully approved of Azeroth's words, and Azeroth stated the ruthless facts.

"If I practice penance here for 2000 years, to what extent can I reach that person, and can my sword touch that person?" 』

"Probably not yet. 』

"No way..."

Although the young Soderos was not frivolous at that time, he was inevitably a little arrogant. Now he is convinced and recognized, but he still has fighting spirit.

Casillas held the sword in his right hand, and slowly wiped all over the steel blade with his left hand. The red blood stained the bright steel blade red, dripping down from the tip of the sword, scarlet and glaring.

At the same time, the millions of swords buried in the Sword Tomb seemed to be summoned, and rushed towards the starry sky. The densely packed swords were like a boundless rainstorm, falling to the four corners of the first apostle. The blade of the sword reflects the appearance of millions of first apostles.

A larger sword intent is taking shape, forming a sword formation that can imprison and kill a transcendent level.

Ye Mingliu · Killing Sword · Hell World!
"This is my counterattack against you." The corners of the conqueror's eyes were cracked, and the blood-stained steel blade carried his unyielding will. When he swung the fatal sword, his bones were shaking unbearably. .

The first apostle was slightly dignified, he seemed to be drowned by the boundless sea of ​​swords, and there were sharp murderous intentions everywhere, piercing his body with pain.

He fisted each other indifferently, and once again used the law of a corner of the gods, which was magnificent and boundless, and forcefully tore apart the formed sword array. It was impossible to tell how many swords were shattered on the spot, and the sword intent was completely disintegrated.

Beyond Swordsmanship One!

Soderos shouted angrily, his untrimmed beard was fluttering, sword intent rushed out of his chest, the arm holding the magic sword trembled, and immediately became extremely firm, and stepped forward heavily.

The lonely cultivation of the sword in 2000, condensed into the Juechen sword at this moment, the will, the sword intent, everything turned into... one.

A huge crescent moon sword qi splits the void, as if opening up the world. After a sword, clarity and chaos are separated, turning into a vast sky and earth. The moment it touches the first apostle, the boundless sword will tear apart like an explosion. It was a boiling sea of ​​swords, a burning furnace, overwhelming the first apostle.

One into everything!

"If you just stop at this, then you can go to practice for another 2000 years."

The indifferent voice of the first apostle sounded, his body is immortal, all magic is invulnerable, the use of a corner of the law of the divine realm, and the realm elevated by the god Kahn gave him the fighting power of the non-divine realm Kahn.

He shattered the sword light all over the sky with his fist, and then pressed himself in, knocking Casillas and the magic sword Clarice into the air with one palm, and followed the instinctive flash to Soderos, and swung a fatal punch.

(End of this chapter)