Magic Industrial Age

Stepping past a corner, the battlefield where three transcendent beings were fighting came into view for Loye.

It was a relatively wide intersection of streets, a four-way intersection, enough for three people to display their skills.

And Oliveira, alone fighting two third-order transcendent beings, was becoming more and more courageous, not at all at a disadvantage.

Loye narrowed his eyes slightly, locking onto the two transcendent beings and carefully observing their combat styles.

Among the two black-robed figures, one was slender, with agile and nimble movements. His weapons were two short swords, shrouded in blood-colored fighting spirit, transformed into two sword lights that flickered.

He did not like to squander fighting spirit, nor did he like long-range attacks, but preferred close combat, and the use of blood-colored fighting spirit was also relatively stingy.

But in his hands, the blood-colored fighting spirit could be stretched at will, sometimes extended, sometimes shot out, and the killing power was quite considerable, and even more unusually strange and unpredictable.

The more Loye looked at this person, the more familiar he became, as if time was flowing backward in his mind, and he remembered where he had seen him.

Back then, the first time he witnessed a transcendent battle, it was him fighting with that Templar, forcing the Templar to fight him desperately.

In other words, he was the one who placed the alchemical bomb in the Sun God Cathedral.

As for the other black-robed figure, his fighting style was typically open and powerful.

His upper body was swollen, his muscles gnarled, and even with a cloak covering him, he still looked burly.

His weapon was a large sword, the spine was very wide, the blade had serrations, fighting spirit was full, and when wielded it, fighting spirit blades were scattered like they cost nothing.

His strength was amazing, and driven by the amazing strength, his linear speed was also very fast.

In battle, he often stood at the front, relying on his tyrannical physique, ramming straight ahead, as if trying to directly overturn Oliveira.

With a sudden rush from him, Oliveira dodged, and he crashed directly into a house next to him.

The walls shattered, bricks and stones flew, dust filled the air, none of which could match his roar, and the sharp fighting spirit slashes, swept across all directions.

Oliveira saw that the opportunity was rare, and without hesitation, he plunged into the house, creating a short-term one-on-one situation.

Before the dual-sword swordsman could rush in, the house built with bricks and stones began to totter.

After a few more breaths, the roof shattered, and two figures soared into the sky.

Dust pervaded, making it difficult to see clearly, but a fighting spirit blade, like a crescent moon in the sky, chopped down.

The other person had to lift his sword to block, his body surge with flames, and his fighting spirit raged to protect himself.

But he was still sent flying by the fighting spirit blade, like a kite with a broken string, flying horizontally for hundreds of meters before staggering and about to fall to the ground.

Only then could it be seen clearly that the one flying upside down was the great sword swordsman.

In mid-air, Oliveira moved, exploding the air in the void, and chased straight after him.

However, the dual-sword swordsman also reacted, moved, and stuck to him, stabbing continuously with the short swords in his hands, and the blood-colored fighting spirit shot out like arrows, chasing Oliveira.

Oliveira turned in the air, and the sword light splashed, shattering all these blood-colored fighting spirit.

Stepping on the ground again, all three seemed to have a moment of respite, but in the next second, they suddenly turned into phantoms and entangled again.

It was also at this time that the house they had just ravaged completely lost its support and collapsed with a crash.

Bricks, stones, and glass were shattered into pieces, and the dust that had just risen was suppressed by the shock wave.

Loye, with sharp eyes, noticed that a family of three in the house had not been able to escape, and were already embracing each other, buried by the bricks and stones, and were no longer alive.

This is the battle of transcendent beings!

Ordinary people are like ants in their hands, and even the aftershocks can be unpredictable.

To mortals, transcendent beings are comparable to natural disasters!

Loye forced himself to withdraw his gaze, his eyes becoming colder, he was not a sentimental person, but he was working so hard because he didn't want to become such an ant.

Turning his gaze back to the battle of transcendent beings, at this time, the battle had become more and more intense, but from the scene, Oliveira was still pressing the two of them.

Because of the Secret Holy skill 'God's Sigh', Oliveira's fighting spirit had been refined, and now, the quantity was much less, less than two-tenths of what it was before.

This led to his current battle appearing a bit stingy, for example, he was unwilling to use moves like 'Gale Ten Slashes'.

However, his current casual strike of fighting spirit slash had to be taken seriously by the two transcendent beings.

The power was too strong, either dodge it, or use ten times the fighting spirit to offset it.

Otherwise, the consequence would be a cut in two, which is how the two transcendent beings were injured.

Now they are extremely careful when dealing with it.

Even so, Oliveira was not taking it seriously, because he didn't draw his gun, and he didn't use God's Sigh · Behemoth Heartbeat.

At most, he used eight points of strength, which was already making the two transcendent beings barely support.

Whether Loye takes action in such a battle is not important.

However, Loye didn't want to give up such a good opportunity to practice!

Thoughts were still tumbling in his mind, Loye had already made a decision, and then he saw the flying backwards figure and raised his hand to chop out a sword.

The morning light broke through the air, drawing a golden arc, and in the ' humming' vibration, the air was like a cutting vortex, forming a crescent, sweeping tens of meters of space, and taking the man's head directly.

Originally, the dual-sword swordsman's eyes were fixed on Oliveira, even if he was sent flying, his eyes were still locked on him.

They really didn't think the opponent would be so difficult this time!

The opponent's combat experience was rich, his skills were well-honed, there were almost no weaknesses, but the most terrible thing was the power of pure fighting spirit.

Every time he resisted head-on, he had the illusion that he would be torn directly, which made him hate and envy.

In his opinion, this must be a high-level fighting spirit that is not passed down to outsiders, otherwise it would not have such power.

If he had this fighting spirit, he wouldn't have to fight in close quarters like he does now.

But it's useless to say these things now, in a fight, you have to focus and try your best.

His body twisted in mid-air, his feet steadily on the ground, and just as he was about to continue rushing up, a fatal sense of crisis struck.

He felt the threat of death, coming from behind him.

At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, his body twisted in mid-air, and the fighting spirit in his body burst out as if it didn't cost money.

I saw a ball of blood-colored flame suddenly explode, and there was a crisscrossing sword light, completely shatter Loye's sudden sword of air-piercing slash.

But even so, the swordsman was scared out of a cold sweat, he suddenly looked up and saw Loye walking calmly.

"You, you, you, it's actually you?"

"You are a third-order transcendent being, no, no, that was not fighting spirit released, but more like wind magic, but there is no elemental fluctuation..."

"You, how did you do it?"

He didn't ask about the six dark werewolves, just that one blow, and that Loye could appear here, already explained everything.

Obviously, the task they took this time was far more tricky than they imagined.

Loye smiled, he gripped the thin sword in his hand, and in the humming vibration, the mach rings pushed layer by layer, and finally formed a white vortex.

"Are you asking about this?"

"It is indeed not fighting spirit, nor is it magic, as for what it is?"

"You can feel it yourself!"

Saying that, he raised his hand and chopped out a sword.

This sword, seemingly just a simple slash, but in fact, as many as six or seven air-piercing slashes were generated out of thin air, and shot out, almost covering the swordsman's four sides.

This is the 'Gale Ten Slashes' of the air-piercing slash version, that is, his strength is not enough, and he can only slash out six or seven.

But even so, it scared the swordsman a lot.

This time, his body swayed, and the dual swords came out, and the blood-colored fighting spirit chopped out, directly shatter those air-piercing slashes.

The aftershocks rippled in mid-air, the air was like ripples scattered, but a figure had already air-piercing come.

The swordsman stepped on his feet, his body was like a phantom, he had already rushed out of the aftershocks, and went straight to Loye.

Obviously, this one still wants to use his best, close combat.

But when he really rushed out of the aftershocks, he found that Loye had retreated tens of meters, and pulled away the distance again.

Then, the thin sword waved, and the air-piercing slashes chopped over, stirring the air, endlessly, as if there was no end.

To say that Loye is still cautious, although he wants to measure his strength, he doesn't want to take useless risks.

So, he chose to kiting remote attacks to try his own means.

Facts have proved that even transcendent beings, facing their own style of play, are powerless.

The swordsman was so angry that he screamed, and tried several times, but he couldn't close the distance, which made him feel like he had nowhere to use his strength.

He knew that he couldn't continue like this, and changed his strategy without hesitation.

I saw him pause, there was a moment of charging, the blood-colored fighting spirit became more full on the sword light, and he chopped out a sword.

This blow, the fighting spirit blade was several meters long, and it didn't dissipate for hundreds of meters, along the way, Loye's air-piercing slashes were all shatter.

Faced with this blow, Loye almost instinctively chose to dodge, kidding, the other party unleashed a big move, he naturally didn't have the mind to fight to the death.

It was this delay, the swordsman crushed the magic scroll in his hand, and the fine magic aura fell on him, turning into a cyan gale surrounded.

He relied on the magic blessing, suddenly accelerated, and had reached Loye, the speed was incredible.

At this moment, he finally brought the battle into his familiar rhythm.

But just when he wanted to show his power and tell the private bastard in front of him that remote attacks don't mean everything, he saw a black hole hole muzzle.

That's right, Loye drew out his gun, still the Colt revolver, magic guiding, magic patterns shining, pulled the trigger...

Bang!

The gunshot was heard far away, the gunpowder smoke rose, the flames flickered, the swordsman almost in a lunging fall posture, dodged the bullet.

When he gets up again, Loye is already sword in his right hand, gun in his left hand, with a smile looking at him.

"You don't want to close combat?"

"I will make you, come, come, let's have a few more moves?"

Saying this, he has already actively killed over.

Far away, high up,

加里·米尔斯(加里·米尔斯: Gary Mills) in black is holding his magic sniper rifle, his eyes turn into eagle eyes, staring at the transcendent war.

Honestly, he was a bit surprised about Loye's combat power.

It was the first time he had seen a second order being able to fight back and forth with a third order transcendent.

However, after seeing Loye drew out his gun, 加里·米尔斯(加里·米尔斯: Gary Mills) was still pleased.

In this era, you have to believe the power of magic guns!

However, the smile on his corner of his mouth was still not spread , and it froze.

Because, Loye and the transcendent swordsman fighting means used, is clearly Hayes gun sword technique!

Yesterday's monthly ticket briefly entered 1000, very happy, but in a blink of an eye it fell again...