A Master's Type Moon Event Book

However, the pressure of the air became more and more viscous, and the accumulated momentum and strength were like a mountain, pressing down on Li Xiang invisible, making him breathless.

Li Xiang's sword trembled when the magic power poured out, and only a soft sound was heard.

Because the magic power spread from the confrontation between the Demon God Pillar and the servant suddenly produced some dry breath, the coldness turned into scorching heat, and a trace of flame appeared.

Cu Chulainn raised his eyes slightly.

He recognized it as the original rune.

The next moment he narrowed his eyes.

After the flame came into contact with the ubiquitous magic power, it blazed up, rushing towards him like a scorching sun.

Wherever it passes, the magic power is like oil stains, helping the fireball to become more powerful.

The originally dry ground suddenly cracked, and deep criss-crossing cracks appeared.

Heatwave Pavement.

Cu Chulainn speared forward.

An invisible force swirled to extinguish the flames, leaving only the dazzling blood that covered the sun.

But in an instant, the spear went straight down.

Suddenly, khaki-colored sword blades grew out of the cracks in the ground.

Sharp and flat, like a cliff.

The blood-colored magic power fell on the blade, and it collapsed immediately, and the mud splashed everywhere, and his figure was vague and unclear.

Cu Chulainn stomped on the ground so hard that he lost his calf.

Those dust particles became extremely heavy in an instant.

He felt that there was a lot of power on his back.

"Junior brother, are you a magician or a swordsman?" Cu Chulainn was completely unaffected, a bloody arc of light flickered between his feet, as if gravity did not exist.

He had already walked in front of Li Xiang.

But fortunately, his previous momentum no longer exists.

"Please advise, brother."

There was no expression on Li Xiang's face. He ran wildly, and the long sword suddenly touched Cu Chulainn's spear.

There was a dense vibration.

Li Xiang knew his spear skills, but his experience in fighting was not as good. In the short skill competition, he fell behind.

Cu Chulainn's every shot hit the vital point, and if he didn't pay attention, he would die.

But such a situation, he has long expected.

Sword light and blood light flickered in front of him and Cu Chulainn.

In just a few seconds, Li Xiang had retreated two meters.

He stood still for a while, when a weed at his feet withered suddenly, a wisp of smoke rose, and the remaining black impurities formed a dark rune line in the air.

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This rune line is so simple that it can't even form a complete original rune.

Cu Chulainn was subconsciously puzzled.

Like Li Xiang, he is Scatha's apprentice, and he has a deeper knowledge of the original runes than Li Xiang.

It's just because of the Holy Grail that the original rune is completely useless, not to mention that he himself prefers to use close combat.

A magician or something is really too troublesome.

But fortunately, he didn't wait too long, and he didn't even have time to think.

The talisman slowly dissipated.

The magic power invisible to the naked eye turned into distant stars, which instantly lit up.

Li raised countless lines into the two-meter distance he retreated from the previous battle.

An extremely terrifying aura descended suddenly, like thunder, erupting without warning.

Cu Chulainn's figure suddenly disappeared.

Li Xiang raised his sword, and more chaotic waves emerged. He took a step forward, and the long sword fell like a hammer.

Suddenly the world was blurred.

Magic and magic are intertwined.

Li Xiang felt that he had cut something extremely hard.

In the next moment, countless bloody rays of light erupted in front of him. They burst out from Cu Chulainn's body like fireworks, and Li Xiang was surrounded by flakes of fire.

The blue wind on his surface collapsed, as if some kind of mechanism had been triggered, and it melted immediately.

Blood light filled Li Xiang's sight.