Arad's crooked savior

The little witch was calm, her pretty face was solemn, her hands were clenched into fists, her powerful magic power was operating in a completely irregular way, and several beautiful roses were blooming above her head.

"What are you doing?" Yuena was curious. This happened suddenly and inexplicably. Are you about to break through the realm, or are you stuck in some embarrassing state.

Xiaoyu enthusiastically suggested, "Can I ask Sugarcane to give you a pass?"

"What are you talking about?" Yin Miwu gave up clenching his fists. Why can't he do it? It was strange and he muttered: "Didn't Ye Lin say that our golden bloodline has been unsealed? Why don't I shine?"

Super shining golden little witch!

How cool.

"Idiot~" Yuena took advantage of her height and gently patted the little witch on the head, "Only battle mages follow the path of exploring their own potential and evolving, and their whole body will emit a powerful light."

Little witches are completely different. Their taboo curses will make those who are not favored burn out their strong blood.

Yin Miwu looked back at the major major professions in the demon world. Elementalists and battle mages were undoubtedly powerful. In the past, the upper limit was only the Lord of Eclipse and the summoner of the conqueror. Because of Ye Lin's hard-on approach to the beautiful girls Youxia and Bibi, Became a god.

The magician is happy every day and doesn't do anything serious, but his ancestor is Glorious Beyanna.

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

Yin Miwu gave up, sighed deeply, and said in an envious tone: "The battle mage can unlock the golden bloodline and has a close relationship with the goddess. No wonder Niwu and the Oath Keepers organization are so strong."

In short, the battle mage profession is super powerful!

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Mephistopheles had no intention of joining the struggle of the Conqueror and others. After waking up, he resolved the thread of ancient cause and effect and chose to travel far away into the boundless starry sky to adjust his own condition before making any plans.

From the time he woke up to the time he left, a short time passed. The first apostle watched the whole process with a cold eye and had no intention of leaving him alone.

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

Is there any need to add some cultural heritage? We believe in strength, invincibility, and eternity.

Could it be that at some point, I accidentally suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated?

The magic sword forged by a civilization is a giant sword, not suitable for use by Casillas, who pursues lightness and sharpness. It is now mastered by Sodros.

Soderos let go of Clarice. She had a good sense of fighting and had recovered some of her ancient strength. She was able to fight on her own.

Casillas held the blood-stained steel blade of his other self, breathing heavily and spurting out a stream of air that seemed to be in vain. The battle was not over yet.

"That kid has become a god, and his future life is formidable... Do you feel frustrated?" Casillas asked.

"I will always walk on the path forward." Sodros 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. These two uncles and grandfathers would talk about him every day as their future rivals.

That's really annoying.

"kill!"

Clarice took the lead in transforming into a shocking giant sword, filled with vast and infinite sword intent. The giant sword fell down into the starry sky, and the point of impact of the sword was indestructible, cutting off everything that blocked it.

Casillas and Soderos moved together in an instant, three against one. They did not feel the slightest shame or unwillingness, because Kahn knew that no one would refuse, and because Kahn was too powerful.

The battle broke out instantly, and the power revealed was much greater than the last time. Transcendent battles were extremely rare. Four bright streams of light collided continuously, destroying the world with every move.

Being promoted to a Transcendent is certainly worthy of celebration, but the obsession in his heart has not yet been achieved, which is to use his sword to touch the first apostle, that is, to hurt him.

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

The momentum of the first apostle has increased a lot. Each punch and palm is simple and pure, but every time it can shatter the boundless sword intent, like a giant holding the sky flattening the shining sea of ​​swords.

Clarice spun and flew upside down, and her gorgeous and magnificent sword received a terrifying palm, crawled through terrifying cracks, and almost disintegrated.

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

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 fell back together. Their mouths were open and bleeding. Half of their bodies were numb. The blood and energy in their chests were churning violently. They were already injured.

"Be careful, he has a secret method that can greatly increase his attack power in an instant and burst my body into pieces." The conqueror's eyes were red, burning with a desperate state.

Even though his realm soared, he still lost to the first apostle. The conqueror felt heavy in his heart, and the abyss-like gap reappeared.

Because he was born a slave, he had no arrogant dignity and was willing to sign a contract with the weak just to learn from the best of hundreds of schools of thought and hone himself.

It had been more than a thousand years since he defeated Kahn. He practiced hard, but he still could not make up for the terrible gap.

Casillas was silent for a moment and said: "If we fight for a long time without a solution, we will be defeated."

"Yes." Sodros nodded. He now fully recognized Azera's words, and Azera elaborated on the ruthless facts.

"If I practice hard here for two thousand years, to what extent can I reach that person's level? Can my sword touch that person?" 』

"It probably won't work yet. 』

"No way..."

Although the young Sodros was not frivolous at that time, he was inevitably a little arrogant. Now he is convinced and agrees, but he still has the will to fight.

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

At the same time, the millions of swords buried in the sword tomb seemed to have been summoned, and they rushed towards the starry sky. The densely packed swords were like endless rainstorms, falling in all directions of the first apostle. There was nowhere to hide in the sky and the earth. The snow was bright. The blade of the sword reflects the appearance of millions of first apostles.

An even greater sword intent was taking shape, forming a sword formation that could imprison and kill transcendental beings.

Ye Mingliu·Must-Kill Sword·Jiu Ming Tiandi!

"This is my counterattack against you." The corners of the conqueror's eyes were so wide that they cracked. The blood-stained steel blade carried his unyielding will. When he swung the fatal sword, his bones were shaking under the load. .

The first apostle was slightly solemn. He seemed to be submerged by the boundless sea of ​​swords. There were sharp murderous intentions everywhere, stinging his body with pain.

He connected with the fists indifferently, and once again used the law of the Yijia Divine Realm. It was huge and boundless, and powerfully tore the formed sword array. There were countless swords that were shattered on the spot, and the sword intention was completely dispersed.

Beyond Swordsmanship·1!

Sodros shouted angrily, his unkempt beard fluttering, the sword intent rushed out of his chest, the arm holding the magic sword was trembling, and then he became extremely determined and stepped forward heavily.

Two thousand years of lonely sword practice have condensed into the Juechen sword at this moment. Will, sword intention, everything has turned into... one.

A huge crescent sword energy split the void, as if it was opening up the world. After one sword strike, clarity and chaos separated, turning into the vast sky and earth. The moment it touched the first apostle, the boundless sword energy tore apart like an explosion. It was a sea of ​​boiling swords and a burning furnace that overwhelmed the first apostle.

One becomes all things!

"If it just stops like this, then you can practice for another two thousand years."

The cold voice of the first apostle sounded. His body was immortal and invulnerable to all attacks. The use of the laws of Yijiao Divine Realm and his elevation by the god Kahn gave him the fighting power of the non-God Realm Kahn.

He swung his fist to shatter the sword light in the sky, then pressed forward and knocked away Casillas and the magic sword Clarice with one palm. Following his instinct, he flashed in front of Soderos and threw a fatal punch.