My Heroic Life

Under the boundless huge wave, the long-haired young man with long black hair covered his body with a gleam of light, and he rushed straight into the fangs of the huge wave without evading, paying no attention to the destructive power of destruction.

Then, the majestic waves were pierced by him, the strangling whirlpool disappeared silently, and the ferocious torrents also retreated and circled.

The wave of magic power that destroys everything is regarded by him as nothing, and the brilliance of power protects him from the wind and waves, and everything in the world can hardly stop him from moving forward.

He stepped forward, and the golden robe condensed from his body's power released endless light. It was an absolute iron wall. No matter what kind of attack, as long as it was accompanied by a slight mystery, he would stop in front of this light.

He is a magician, but he is the nemesis of the magician. Even a magician like Morgan, who was taught by him, is as weak as a child before him.

A dim light appeared in the black wave, and then it continued to expand, the sea separated, and the young man with long black hair burst out of the wave.

The witch who kept retreating looked at the figure that was unscathed by her own strength and showed a timid expression for a moment, then gritted her teeth and strengthened again. She pointed her finger at the young man and called for the endless enchantress.

"Stop him!"

The ambassadors rushing to the battlefield halted, and turned their heads to rush towards Yin Lan, but the big black waves didn't work. How could these ambassadors, which are composed entirely of mystery, stop him.

Countless ambassadors attacked the golden light one after another, but they turned into black particles and dissipated. The young man with long black hair continued to advance, and the expression of the witch could be clearly seen in the golden pupil.

Morgan slowly stopped, she didn't retreat anymore. This distance was a step away for any heroic spirit. Instead of fleeing in a hurry, it is better to be ready for battle.

Although a mysterious attack is equivalent to nothing for him, the pure martial arts and the sickle in his hand should indeed be able to hurt him, and more importantly, he is only in the state of soul now.

Any magician will dabble in the taboo project of soul, and Morgan is a master in this field.

Personality, spirit, and even memory should all be contained in the body that emits a pale golden light in front of him at this time. For Morgan, with a single blow, she can extract what she wants to know from that body. People cannot fake their own memories, she will know the truth.

How Yin Lan viewed herself in the past is something Morgan doesn’t know. Maybe it’s just a useful tool as he said. But what about that? The warmth of the past does exist and it supports Morgan. The most difficult time has passed.

Now is the time for her to pay back. Morgan's self-esteem does not allow her to owe something. He learns the truth hidden by the man in front of him, and stifles the source of his soul power. At that time, the grace is over and it is the time to settle the resentment in the heart.

The truth must have something to do with Arthur, and it must be one of the core of your plans for decades, so destroying it is the best revenge against you and Arthur.

The love-hate but distinct witch raised her scythe, and not far away, the pale golden figure had already walked in front of her.

Chapter 73 Soul Connection (2/6)

Morgan looked at the man in front of her with concentration. She understood that first attack might not have the advantage when she was an enemy, but might reveal flaws.

"What's the matter, don't you come here? Morgan."

Qing Young laughed and provoked, but the prudent witch did not respond. He had no choice but to take the initiative to provoke a fight.

"Since you don't do it, let me do it."

Before the words fell, Yin Lan had already begun to move, and the pale golden figure flashed past. The next moment, the exploding sea and strong winds were generated at his previous location.

Morgan only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the enemy in the field of vision disappeared out of thin air. Between the electric light and flint, she swept the silver and gold scythe, the metal slamming sounded, and the long sword stabbed from the right rear was blocked by the sickle.

"Oh? Not bad."

A voice that seemed to be mocking but also praised, Morgan turned around and looked around, and the pale golden figure had disappeared again.

The next is an unusually long minute for Morgan. The young man is like a cat teasing a mouse with a winning ticket, repeating his wandering and attacking. Looking down from the sky, the golden figure is centered on Morgan’s place. , Attack from all angles around the circle.

"clang!"

It was another one-touch confrontation, and Morgan barely took his breath, knowing that it couldn't go on.

As Yin Lan's attack frequency and speed continued to increase, the battle based on experience and intuition had reached its limit, and Morgan was about to be unable to withstand the magical sword.

She trembling hands, thinking anxiously about the solution, but suddenly there was a strange sense of sight.

The solution to this situation, as if I have heard of it, when...

She tried her best to resist the attack, and a familiar voice suddenly rang in her mind.

"In modern times, once the masters of the swordsman and pikemen engage in close combat with the magician, they will probably win. The speed and agility that are far beyond the magician's physical fitness are almost the natural enemy of magic."

"But in ancient times, magicians were not synonymous with weakness. Many of them were actually more proficient in close combat than magic. No matter how powerful fighters were, it would be difficult for them to break through their defenses, because all offensive routes would be affected by them. grasp."

"They don't rely on the naked eye, but see the world with the eyes of magicians alone. It doesn't matter, I will teach you later."

The gentle voice of the man echoed in Morgan's mind, and after a moment of trance, she became bitter again.

"Liar, you didn't teach at all, but... the magician's eyes."

She squinted her eyes, and at the same time released endless magic power from her body to fill the air around her. They spread and spread, becoming an extension of the witch's body.

In this extension, the trajectory of the pale golden figure was clearly captured, and the attack of the long sword was already in his mind from the moment it was launched. Yin Lan's power would instinctively drive out the mystery, which made him in this devilish energy. More conspicuous.

"It turns out that, although it is a field simulated by the endless magic of the earth veins, it is enough!"

The scale of the battle between the long sword and the scythe began to tilt gradually, and the humble scythe of the original manifestation became calm and powerful. Before the long sword arrived, it blocked the way like a prophet.

Morgan closed her eyes completely, her heart gradually settled, and finally reached an unprecedented peace, the complicated thoughts subsided from her mind, only those golden tracks were left, and the silver scythe in her hand wielded wantonly without hesitation.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sound of gold and iron struck more and more frequently, like dance music. In this chill-filled drumbeat, the two sides danced gracefully but were evenly matched.

The constantly attacking Yin Lan gradually stopped. He looked at the black magical figure holding a silver sickle in the center of the sea, and his surprise was beyond words.

She is getting stronger, and she is making rapid progress.

"Wait, so to speak, this kid seems to have fought only a few times over the years."

Yin Lan muttered to herself, and suddenly realized that she might have made a huge mistake.

Actual combat is always the fastest way to improve her strength, but the Lord of Morgan Island's ability makes her almost unmatched in Britain, and therefore she has never experienced hard fighting, and her strength has been stagnant for a long time.

In this battle, with Yin Lan’s attack as the sharpening stone, Puyu is gradually showing her light. She began to quickly absorb experience and lessons. Years of accumulation gave her a further foundation and truly helped her. If it is strong, it is strong.

Can't delay any longer.

After understanding the causes and consequences, Yin Lan immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level. He slowly clenched his sword hand, determined to go all out.

No longer a casual guerrilla, he stepped on the sea, shot out like a cannonball, and rushed straight towards Morgan, the center of magic.

Expelling the mysterious golden hazel, the sun seemed to rise on the sea, and the endless golden light pierced the black magic energy, and Morgan's domain was completely erased.

"The heart is like a mirror. It's really good to take magic as your eyes. It's a pity that you forget that your opponent is not a swordsman who is helpless with magic, but the same magician."

In the dazzling light and evaporating magical energy, he swung his sword diagonally, and Morgan, who was forced to break his happiness, could only open his eyes to the enemy.

"It's time to end, Morgan."

The young man spoke indifferently, and the witch was fully committed for this frontal confrontation. The magic power in the British veins quickly gathered in the thin body, comprehensively strengthening every piece of her bones and every nerve.