I, Jianhao, infinite flow

Facing Lyu's heart-piercing words, Aisi shook her head feebly, only ignorantly denying it.

"You didn't choose to believe him, you were afraid, worried, and afraid, but you didn't choose to believe him, and you didn't even try."

"No...I didn't...it's not like that..."

"It's not that he stood opposite you, but you, who made a choice from the beginning between him and hatred."

"I..."

"You stand opposite him and unilaterally cut off any communication, because in your heart, hatred is more important than him!"

"No, no ... no ... you ... you shut up ah ah ah!"

Unable to accept the facts and Lyu's words, Ais let out a roar that was almost screaming.

Gradually, everything in her vision began to change.

As if caramel melted, the world began to twist and flow, and everything in his eyes gradually turned into pitch black.

Sheets of black light flew out from Aisi's golden pupils, and the irises were framed by a circle of dark arcs.

There seems to be a raging fire burning in the background, not bright red, but chaotic pitch black.

The crackling sound of burning karmic fire swayed black flames like a roar.

'Power' embraced Aisi, burning her heart,

Then, the wind blew up!

In Lyu's line of sight, it seemed as if the world had changed drastically in an instant.

The roaring hurricane roared up, taking away her hearing and vision.

In the field of vision, the torrent of the atmosphere ran wildly, but it was no longer the emerald green before, but a dark scene with a sense of destruction.

The beautiful melody of the wind disappeared, replaced by a roaring black storm.

Lyu's blue eyes widened. This was the first time she saw Ais run amok. The figure that caught her eyes seemed to be no longer a slender girl, but a pitch-black beast that caused natural disasters.

The next moment, a voice full of hatred sounded.

"Heifeng, roar!"

Before Lyu could react, the sword of despair entangled in Heifeng was already approaching her.

Subconsciously, she wanted to raise her hand to fight back, but Lyu found that this movement was extremely difficult. The ferocious storm suppressed her, making it take a lot of effort for her to even raise her hand.

However, at the critical moment, Lyu still blocked the Black Wind Sword with a wooden knife.

Feeling the mental power flowing away like opening a gate to release water, Lyu's face changed slightly, and he tried to retreat with his feet.

Unfortunately, she was a step too late after all.

Kacha-!

With a clear sound, a crack appeared on the wooden knife made of holy tree branches in Liu's hand!

Lyu, who retreated violently, looked at the wooden knife in his hand, and then at Ais, who was not chasing and just stood there blankly not far away.

"This is the skill that Yuntian said... No, no, it should not meet the activation conditions of 'Princess Revenge'."

"In other words, is this the distorted chant of the fifth stage of 'Wind Spirit Sprint'?"

Lyu looked at Ais, found that she was not moving, then calmed down and began to adjust her breathing.

The magic of this world is a reflection of the soul, and the black storm in front of her undoubtedly represents Ais's current inner state.

That's not because of Lyu's stimulation, a moment's words can hardly change the essence of a person's heart.

It wasn't because of Yun Tian, ​​after all, if he could really influence Ai Si in this way, then the matter would not have developed to this point.

This portrayal of the soul as dark as ink is the imprint that Ai Si had engraved at the moment her father was killed and her mother was taken away long before she met Yun Tian.

It is Yuntian and Riveria's hard work, and even the "wind" left by Ai Si's mother has not been able to touch the true inner depths.

"That is to say, as long as this force is defeated..."

Lyu slightly raised the cracked wooden knife in her hand, and at the same time, Ais also clenched the rapier in her hand in response.

Taking a deep breath, Lyu looked at Aisi, regardless of whether she could hear her now, and said in a firm tone:

"Ais, my skills also have activation conditions, and they are very harsh."

"I have to firmly believe in what I'm doing now as 'justice' to trigger the skill. As long as there is a trace of doubt or wavering, the skill will be interrupted in an instant."

"You know, I have too many doubts and hesitations about the existence of 'heretics', but I still successfully activated the skill."

"The 'trigger' that activates, Ace, you should know what it is."

The black storm was still raging, as if Lyu's words were meaningless.

Looking at the eyes that had been staring at Ais, Lyu saw the slightly shrunken pupils, knowing that her words had been conveyed.

"I believe in him, and I believe that being by his side is the 'justice' that belongs to me, Lyu Leon!"

"I don't have any hesitation about this!"

So she made her final announcement.

"Ais, you can't beat me right now!"

The voice fell, and the voice of the elves sang.

1274 No more losses!

The dark storm and the light storm collided together.

In terms of pure magic strength, the fairy magic 'Wind Spirit Sprint' is much stronger than the elf magic 'Starlight Wind'.

Although Wind Spirit Rush is an ultra-short chant, but at the fifth stage of development, it is no worse than the magic of long text chant.

It's a pity that this advantage was wiped out by Lyu's 'spiritual recharge' regardless of the cost.

And on this basis, if one party holds the 'Magic Guide' and the other party does not, it becomes the key to victory or defeat.

Gradually, the balance between the two stalemate storms began to be broken.

The intertwined white and blue rays of light slowly infiltrated the darkness, and bit by bit, the dark storm was suppressed back to Ais' side.

'want. . .lost? '

The angle of view was like watching the battle from the sidelines, Ais silently looked at herself who was running wild and Lyu who was walking towards this side step by step.

Ai Si let the hatred and distortion in her heart vent, and let the flames of revenge dominate her.

Ai Si, who has lost her 'strongness', is using this method to tell her friend on the other side that she is not 'weak'.

Even without that power, the dark will that burns in her heart will provide her with a new and stronger power.

But now, the black storm is being crushed, and the white light and blue starlight sprinkled into Aisi's evasive heart little by little.

Lyu proved it to her with practical actions.

How weak Is Wallenstein is at this moment!

She is right. . .I'm wrong?

No, there was no right or wrong in this matter from the beginning.

No one blamed her, not Finn, not Grace, not Riveria, not even the cadres of the Loki family, and neither was Lyu who was walking towards her step by step.

Of course, so is Yuntian.

'Looking at' the closed door being knocked open by another gust of wind little by little, little Ais, who was sitting with her knees hugged deep in her heart, stood up.

When she looked back, she saw the fiercely burning black flame, and the pillar of flame even ignited the emerald green wind around it.

Little Ais walked towards the flames and wind, and came in front of them, but did not stop.

The young Ace stepped past him and her, and continued walking into the distance.

The moment Ais passed by, the blazing flames and the raging storm fell silent.

They recovered into a black flame and a ray of emerald green wind, quietly watching Ais walking towards the already dim starlight in the distance.

The footsteps stopped.

When standing in front of the starlight, the young Aisi has grown into a beautiful girl.

She looked at the blue starlight in front of her eyes, looked at the dim light, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, Aisi couldn't speak either.

She just took a silent step forward, stretching out her hand to hold the blue starlight.

Om-!

In an instant, the blue light replaced the pitch black!

The black storm stopped abruptly, completely lost the ability to resist in the face of the light storm, and was instantly scattered.

But before the light storm engulfed the girl, a brand new wind blew up.

The emerald green wind was mixed with blue starlight fragments, it wasn't violent, but it completely offset it the moment it came into contact with the bright storm.

The next moment, the wind stopped.

Lyu walked up to Ais, looked at her, and waved the wooden knife in her hand.

Boom-!

With a crisp sound, the wooden knife hit the girl's head.

"This time, it's... I win..."

Before finishing speaking, Lyu lost consciousness and fell forward.

Ais caught her, looked at the elf who was completely overdrawn and fell into a coma, and said softly:

"I won't lose again."

. . . . . .

The battle between Ais and Lyu has come to an end, and the battle between the adventurer and the heretic is almost over.