Legendary Hero

Disentas was about 130 meters behind Rollin, which was probably the limit of his casting distance.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Disentas concentrated his attention, and the magic power in his body began to flow into the staff in his hand. Before casting the spell, he said to Samuel: "The power of anger in the opponent's body is too strong, he is always on guard. We, so my legendary magic may not be effective on him. So I am going to draw the magic power from the gargoyle under him, you are ready."

"Understood." Samair nodded, and clenched the sword in his hand. This sword is a new one, exactly the same as the one that was smashed by the opponent before, and the material is also krypton gold, which is known for its hardness.

Disentas began to mutter words, and about two seconds later, the staff in his hand suddenly pointed at Rollin's temporary mount, and said, "Return to peace, servant of death!"

Immediately, a burst of black smoke gushed out from the gargoyle, the smoke contained strong death magic power, and at the same time, the gargoyle's wings stopped waving, and it became a dead thing again, falling headlong to the ground.

At this time, there were no gargoyles around Luo Lin, and Disentas had already dispersed the gargoyles to one side, at least 300 meters away from him, only besieged but not attacked, to ensure that the opponent could not continue to use his strength to escape.

The gargoyle on his mount suddenly failed, and Luo Lin was also startled. Almost at the same moment, he felt a strong wind blowing from behind him. From the huge and chaotic breath of death, he knew that the powerful undead sword master was coming.

This is a thousand meters above the sky, and Luo Lin has already started to fall, but he still didn't panic in his heart. He slapped the gargoyle that also started to fall, turned around with his strength, and stabbed behind him without hesitation. go.

"Ding!" With a loud sound, he blocked the opponent's sword.

At the moment of the confrontation, the vortex energy and the force attached to the opponent's sword continued to confront each other, making a series of intensive vibrations.

A moment later, Luo Lin roughly discerned the flow of power on the opponent's sword.

It has the wildness of the Full Moon Sword Master Bending Mountain, but at the same time there are many exquisite changes. The feeling of surging and rolling is like a wave, but it is much more violent than a wave. It should be called a tsunami.

If the Thunder Sword Master faced this sword, he might suffer a loss, but Luo Lin was very familiar with these two kinds of power. In an instant, he made a reasonable response, mobilizing the power on the sword. The direction of the vortex energy precisely eliminated the terrifying energy contained in the surging waves.

The pure strength is clashing, and the magic power surging with this strength is also colliding.

The power of condensed anger like crystal flames and the cold death magic power full of destructive breath are constantly fighting fiercely on and around the sword body.

On one side is the vigorous fire of life, and on the other side is the death ice that can wither everything, rotating and colliding with each other's strength. On the front of the confrontation, terrible energy is scattered around in the shape of lightning, emitting There was a bang beep bang bang.

After about half a second, the two sides fought evenly, and Samel's well-prepared attack was blocked by Luo Lin.

After parrying, Luo Lin successfully borrowed the strength of the opponent's sword, he completely turned around and suspended himself in the air for a short time, without any hesitation, Luo Lin began to seize the offensive with the opponent.

The cloud-pattern sword, which was still attached to the opponent's weapon, slid down the opponent's sword body, trying to cut off the opponent's sword-holding fingers.

Samael concentrated his attention, constantly changing the posture of his sword, and competing with his opponent for the offensive. He knew that the opponent's body had nowhere to rely on strength, as long as he could hold on, the opponent would be at a disadvantage in a short time, and then he would be beheaded by his sword!

Under the fierce force confrontation, a puff of sparks splashed around, looking from a distance, it looked like a puff of exploding fireworks.

In this confrontation, Samel clearly felt the opponent's strength. Even though the opponent's body did not have any point of strength, even though the opponent was carrying a person on his back, Samel felt that the opponent didn't care, and he seemed confident in himself. Definitely be victorious.

Samael didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but he did feel an indescribable pressure in his heart, and he felt a brilliant general trend from the opponent's response.

"Those who oppose me will be destroyed by me; those who stop me will be crushed to pieces by me!" This is Samuel's feeling.

The forces attached to the swords of the two sides were still clashing, but Samael was not sure whether he could gain the upper hand, and his renewed fighting spirit began to collapse. No, it should be said that he was once again destroyed by the opponent's will.

Hesitation and lack of self-confidence surfaced in his heart: 'Can I beat him? "

This question arose in his mind, and it only existed for a moment before he was forcibly suppressed by Samael, but it was too late, and his power movement was stagnant for a moment at this moment.

Really, it's only a split second.

But at this moment, Samael felt the strength of the opponent burst out suddenly, expanding his small mistake to the limit.

The next moment, Samuel saw the bright sword edge cutting towards his neck.

This scene was very familiar, and there was a memory of this scene in his soul. On the surface of the Black Water River, the same cold light and the same sword force cut off his head.

There was a sense of fate in Samael's heart, as if he was destined to have his neck cut off by this sword, and a cold and stiff feeling that was difficult to break appeared in his body.

"Oops, it's the residual memory of Moluogen!" Samair was terrified, and wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the sword with cold light turned suddenly and slashed towards a purple-black magical arrow flying from the side.

Disentas' voice came over: "Back!"

The archmage saved his life.

Samael immediately gave up the gargoyle under him, leaped back, and then he saw his gargoyle was occupied by the opponent, and the opponent flew away again.

A gargoyle flew over and caught the falling Samuel.

"Thanks, old man." Samuel thanked Disentas with lingering fear. If it weren't for the rescue of the lich at a critical moment, he would probably be finished by now.

"Never underestimate him, Samuel, he killed Moro Vaughan in a fair duel!" Disentas warned loudly. When Samuel made a move just now, he also started to cast magic on Rollin, hoping to interfere His actions and his casting speed are already very fast, not even a second has passed.

But in such a short time, Samael fell into death. If he was slower, Samael would definitely be killed. If that was the case, he would not be able to support himself alone, so he could only retreat.

This Juggernaut is too scary.

"I know!" Samair said angrily, he had really tried his best just now.

"I can tell that your martial arts skills are no worse than Moro Vaughn's. But Moro Vaughan will not be defeated by a single blow. Compared with him, you lack the confidence of a true sword master!" Disentas hit the nail on the head.

Samael was speechless and silent for a while. He admitted his shortcomings: "My heart is not as firm as my opponent's. But this defect cannot be made up in an instant. What should we do?"

"Forcing him to the ground, a group of us will fight him one by one!" Disentas said.

He, along with five liches at the level of senior magicians, is adding a master with outstanding martial arts skills. If they can't beat their opponents like this, then they really have no meaning in existence.

It's very simple to let the opponent land.

Disentas uttered a spell, and once again put the gargoyle under the opponent's seat to sleep.

Rollin, who had lost his flying 'mount', fell down again.

"Damn it!" Luo Lin cursed secretly, and quickly drank a bottle of Feather Potion, and he began to float in the air.

"The elements are silent!"

The lich's voice came over, and then Luo Lin felt his body weigh heavily, and he accelerated down again, and the effect of his potion was dispelled by the other party.

There were no gargoyles around to attack him, and the undead sword master didn't come to attack him anymore, which left him with nowhere to use his strength and fell helplessly.

It is nearly a thousand meters high here, if he falls, even if his body is far stronger than ordinary people, he will not be able to withstand such a heavy fall.

"Iona, do a flying spell!" Luo Lin said.

"I don't have much magic power, I'm afraid I will be dispelled by the other party if I use it." Iona looked helpless.

"In this case, we can only rely on primitive means." Luo Lin sighed, and took out the animal skin used for gliding from the magic package and handed it to Iona: "Well, open it, it can at least slow down the speed." Come down so we don't fall to our deaths."

"Okay." Iona grabbed the animal skin parachute tightly.

Luo Lin held the sword and put all his strength on guard to prevent the opponent from destroying his last slow-falling tool. After watching for a while, he found that the opponent hadn't approached him, just watching him from a distance, as if waiting for him to land.

After thinking about it for a while, Romon understood the opponent's plan. On the ground, if one archmage, five high-level magicians, and one undead sword master were to fight against him, he would really have little chance of winning.

"I guess I won't be able to defeat them." Luo Lin sighed. He really couldn't think of a way to escape this time. Surrounded by so many magicians, he didn't dare to release the little dragon to ask for help from the airship, because The little fine dragon couldn't fly out at all, it must be the result of being killed as soon as it appeared.

Therefore, he can only fight hard to see if his luck is good enough to seize the few chances of winning.

Iona didn't seem to be very scared, she actually smiled: "Do you regret it?"

"Forget it, I haven't regretted this habit." Luo Lin chuckled, his eyes fixed on the gargoyles who followed closely, especially the outrageous undead sword master with high martial arts skills.

Luo Lin always felt that this guy had a very familiar aura. He seemed to have seen this guy somewhere, but the opponent's face was very strange, unlike any strong man he had ever seen.

"Where did the undead find the masters? Are there already so many masters these days?" Luo Lin was really puzzled. He killed Mo Luogen, and another one appeared, although this guy had no heart. So terrifying, but his martial skills are even better than that old guy. If he gives enough training to his opponent, he will definitely be a terrifying and powerful enemy.

They are still falling, the height is less than 500 meters, and the ground is getting closer.

Iona suddenly asked: "Rolin, do you think that if I were a mortal, would we still be the same as we are now?"

"Your brain is broken? Asking this kind of question at this time?" Rollin couldn't understand Iona's brain structure.

"If I don't ask at this time, I don't know if there will be a chance in the future." Iona laughed.

Luo Lin thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "No, if you are a mortal, we can only know each other at most, there is no such trouble."

"I heard Vianna's words that night." Iona suddenly said again.

"What night?"

"The night you tied me up in Bridge Fortress, that moment of yours just made me confused, but I didn't really faint."

"Oh. I didn't expect you to have the habit of eavesdropping." Luo Lin smiled, but he didn't have time to chat because the ground was close at hand.

Unfortunately, this is a plain with nothing but dry grass around it, and there is no terrain to use at all.

Fighting against six powerful magicians plus a powerful undead sword master in such a ghost place, the difficulty level rises sharply, and it is almost the same as sending to death.

As soon as he landed, Luo Lin didn't run anymore, because it was useless to run, and it had no effect other than wasting energy, so it was better to stand and recover.

After a while, the Lich and the Undead Sword Master fell to the ground one after another. They were very careful and fell far away on the ground, without giving Luo Lin any chance to attack. Gargoyles surrounded the surrounding area, blocking all of Luo Lin's escape routes.

After standing still, the most powerful lich took a step forward. He took off the hood on his head, revealing his snow-white skull, and smiled at Luo Lin: "Long time no see, little pariah in the dock area!"