A Master's Type Moon Event Book

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His long sword was raised above his head, and when it fell, the flames dissipated amidst the stern wind, and the scorching heat suddenly dropped most of the temperature.

But the next moment, the fog rose.

Paracelsus stood where he was, without moving a step, his short sword pointed straight at Li Xiang.

The moment the flame disappeared, there was a large wave of water.

They surround the dagger, forming a vortex, galloping forward, and rising when they are cold.

In Li Xiang's sight, the figure of Paracelsus was a little blurry, he was looming in the mist.

The chaotic air shook violently, all the tiles in the lobby of Scotland Yard were shattered, and a mountain pile half a meter wide emerged.

The waves of water splashed into the hills and penetrated in without causing any waves.

"Is your magic attribute the earth element?" Paracelsus was talking, the water mist had not completely dissipated, but his voice was very clear, "The sword on your body is the legendary dress of the age of gods, the most rare is It fits perfectly with your attributes."

Before Li Xiang could answer, he shook his dagger, and the dense magical power resounded loudly.

is the wind.

Every trace of the wind that broke out in the small space was like the sharpest sword, easily cutting through the mountains, and roaring towards Li Xiang.

Li Xiang took a step back slightly. In front of him, the icy blue light spread wildly, like a waterfall rushing down, forming a bright mirror.

"Original Rune?" Paracelsus recognized it at a glance, and he smiled, "It's really a good junior, but it's still a little bit worse."

The ice mirror cracked.

The swirling wind, like sword blades connected end to end, slashed on the mirror one after another, and ice shards flew in all directions. After a few seconds, there were clicking sounds one after another, and finally turned into ice slag, scattered on the floor.

But time is enough.

In the smoke and dust, Li Xiang handed out his long sword.

The same swirling wind spread out from his sword body, expanded continuously, and finally formed an iron hammer, tearing the wind blade in front of him completely.

The collision of wind and wind creates a bigger wind.

The building of Scotland Yard groaned in pain, and amidst the huge roar, there was a subtle wail, which was the shaking of stone bricks.

On the other side, Ai Lei was no longer in the hall.

She was fighting Jack, and in an environment like the hall, it was more conducive to concealment, so she walked outside without hesitation.

Although there is magic fog, but in daylight, it is not so serious, and there are Andersen, Nursery Rhyme and Mordred.

Except for Andersen who can't count on it, Nursery Rhyme and Mordred's combat effectiveness is very good.

Although the killing ranks come and go without a trace, once they find out, they will almost certainly lose in close quarters.

"This wind..." Paracelsus showed a surprised expression, "How do you know Arthur's sword skills?"

"Arthur?" Li Xiang was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly remembered one thing, Paracelsus and Arthur knew each other, they had participated in the same Holy Grail War.

The story recorded in "Fate/Prototype: Fragment of Pale Silver".

"It's been a long time." Paracelsus looked at Li Xiang, his expression regained his composure, and he raised his dagger again.

In the calm air, an incomparably bright magical power gradually emerged.

Li looked down subconsciously, but then his body seemed to be severely injured, and the dragon armor on his body came out in an emergency.

He hit the wall, and layers of smoke exploded.

The void of the five elements.

"This armor is also in the style of King Arthur's legendary period. It's getting more and more similar." Paracelsus said, the air around him turned a deep and cold red, like a blood-stained maple leaf.

But after Li Xiang left the wall, the strong red turned into a melancholy blue, and at the end was a transparent water light.

Element conversion.

Li Xiang stood firm, and colorful magic power appeared in front of him.

If you only use one element, even if you have the talent to manipulate five elements, it is no different from a single element.

A true genius can combine elements, use mixed elements, or transform each other.

breath.

The breath of magic power began to undergo essential changes, and the magic power of modern times was transformed into the ether of the age of gods.

A magic bullet made of five-color elements galloped towards him.

The Noble Phantasm of Paracelsus, the Magic Sword of the Elementalist.

He should have had no time to react because of the previous attack by the empty element.

But the body instinctively shifted to the right.

The feeling of terror in Li Xiang's heart subsided slightly.