Chapter 160 -10- Double Standard Book Spirit

Elf?!

The middle-aged knight was slightly startled.

And when he noticed the other party's iconic red hair and faintly powerful aura, his expression quickly became serious:

"Crimson Flame Blade...Sebas!"

The red-haired elf paused slightly, and his expression seemed a little unnatural after hearing this title.

The smile on his face faded a lot, and he took a step forward gracefully.

The next second, his entire figure disappeared instantly.

"Miss, stay back!"

The middle-aged knight felt a chill in his heart and shouted loudly.

He subconsciously raised the crossbar of the long sword, and as soon as he raised the long sword, he felt a huge force coming from his hands.

"Bang!"

A flaming sword appeared out of thin air, knocking the sword out of the middle-aged knight's hand. At the other end of the sword was the red-haired elf who reappeared.

The middle-aged knight roared angrily, and a dazzling silver light erupted from his body.

The source of power is released, which is the symbol of the second level of Silver Moon.

He pulled out the spare dagger from his waist, and the silver glow spread on the dagger, revealing a sharp aura, like the surging moonlight.

He stepped lightly on the ground, and the hills beneath his feet suddenly cracked and sunk, and his whole body rushed towards the red-haired elf like an arrow from a string.

The two of them fought together instantly.

Under the handover between the silver sword and the flaming sword, a dazzling brilliance burst out.

The terrifying source of power and magic intertwined with each other, forming a powerful energy storm that directly crushed the surrounding trees...

"boom……"

There was a loud noise.

The girl holding the heavy book had already taken the opportunity to retreat to a distance. She pursed her lips and watched the sudden battle nervously.

But the battle was over after the loud noise.

Under the moonlight, the stirring dust composed of sawdust and stone powder gradually dispersed, revealing the two people who were still fighting just now.

The middle-aged knight still held his dagger high.

But the next second, the dagger in his hand broke into several pieces.

His whole body shook slightly, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black-red blood, and then slowly collapsed.

After inserting the broken sword into the ground with difficulty, the middle-aged knight barely maintained his posture of kneeling on one knee. A pair of scarlet eyes looked at the red-haired elf standing in front of him in disbelief:

"You...haven't fallen down the rank?"

The red-haired elf was unscathed.

He did not answer the middle-aged knight's question, but stood gracefully, the flaming sword in his hand burning continuously.

I saw him looking at the knight up and down with great interest, with a little surprise in his eyes:

"Silver Source Power...is this Crescent Sword Technique? How can you, a vampire, use the Crescent Moon Royal Family's sword technique?"

The middle-aged knight remained silent.

He raised his head with difficulty and stared at the elegant and indifferent red-haired elf, his expression extremely solemn.

The red-haired elf chuckled and was about to say something when crazy roars suddenly came from all around.

The elf raised his eyebrows and looked around. He saw several undead beings two meters tall and fully armored, holding their swords high and rushing towards him with a large number of living corpses...

In the slightly surprised eyes of the elf, he was instantly overwhelmed by the tide of undead...

"Rahiel!"

Not far away, the girl who had finished casting the spell quickly put down the heavy book, quickly came to the middle-aged knight, and helped him up with a worried look on her face.

"Miss, cough...leave me alone! Run away! We are no match for him!"

The middle-aged knight coughed up blood and said.

At the same time, roars came from the tide of undead that drowned the elves.

Crimson radiance erupted, and red flames soared into the sky, tearing all the undead that rushed up into pieces and burning them into fireballs...

And when the light passed, the unharmed elf reappeared in front of the two of them.

He was still elegant, with not even a wrinkle in his tuxedo.

The girl raised her head blankly and looked at the red-haired elf in disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.

The elf smiled slightly and asked with interest:

"The strength of the undead is a bit weak, is there any other method?"

As if she felt the condescending disdain and ridicule in the other party's words, the girl's face looked a little ugly.

She gritted her teeth and opened the book again, dripping red blood on the thick book.

The red-haired elf did not stop the girl's actions, but watched the girl's movements with interest.

As the blood dripped, black shadows gathered on the thick book, and a dark shadow appeared faintly in front of the girl.

It was a grotesque and twisted shadow, with a vicissitudes of life and ancient aura.

As the shadow appeared, the girl's aura became obviously more depressed, and she seemed to have paid a huge price.

"Mortal, tell me your wish!"

The dark shadow looked down at the girl holding the book, his voice extremely cold.

"Gost! Kill him! Summon the strongest undead! Kill him!"

The girl shouted almost through gritted teeth.

After listening to the girl's words, the dark shadow turned into a deep light and penetrated into the book again, and the book bloomed with a faint light.

The next moment, several complex and mysterious blood-red magic circles appeared around the elves, and one after another, the undead with sharp auras slowly walked out of the magic circles.

The armor on their bodies is more complete, the fire of dead souls in their eye sockets is more powerful, and their bodies are taller.

They roared angrily and rushed towards the elves.

The red-haired elf remained calm.

There was a flash of light in his hand, and the crimson flaming sword instantly dissipated. Then he gracefully and gently held his hand toward the void, and slowly pulled out a black flaming sword from the void.

Seeing the black flaming sword, the girl's expression changed drastically:

"The Sword of Blasphemy!"

I saw the elf slashing with his sword, and the undead that rushed towards him burned with black flames, and soon turned into ashes...

Crush.

Naked crushing.

The girl gritted her teeth and bit the healed finger again.

But before she could drip blood onto the book in her hand, a long sword burning with black flames was placed across her neck.

"This beautiful vampire lady, haven't your elders told you that using ancient book spirits to summon summoned objects cannot summon summoned objects that are higher than one level above yourself?"

"Some Silver Moon level two Necromancers may cause trouble to the camp, but they are not enough for me."

The elf smiled and said calmly.

After hearing what the red-haired elf said, the girl froze slightly.

She raised her head with a pale face, and soon met a pair of crimson eyes full of amusement.

The next second, she felt her body tightening, and a magic-forbidden chain bound her to death.

"Miss!"

The middle-aged knight shouted anxiously, but in the next moment, he was also tied up by the forbidden magic chains and was thrown directly next to the girl.

The girl's magic power was imprisoned, and the thick book seemed to have lost some mysterious connection, and the deep brilliance on it was also extinguished.

In the somewhat surprised gaze of the red-haired elf, the summoned undead trembled slightly and immediately turned into fly ashes, and the fly ashes turned into deep streams of light, flying in from all directions.

Into the book.

The red-haired elf was thoughtful.

He touched his chin and picked up the heavy book on the ground with enough time.

Seeing her book being picked up, the girl immediately glared at him, her angry gaze seeming to eat him alive.

However, just when she thought the other party was going to open the book or put it in his arms, she saw the elf suddenly turn around gracefully.
To be continued...