The long sword slashed!

This is the first time after Durand was promoted to the demigod realm, he completely untied his self-seal and completely demonstrated the true strength of a demigod-level combat mage.

The power of ice and fire became even more violent, one red and one blue, like two big dragons rising and falling around Durand, as if they had their own spirituality.

The red and blue colors and the colorful lights in Durand's eyes shine together, turning the small secret room into a dreamy country. Even the white light emitted by the Donghui Cross was actually covered up.

In Durand's body, the elemental crystal was filled with the power of ice and fire. These forces were sealed for a long time. Now they finally opened the seal and were immediately excited to the point of being almost boiling!

The small elemental crystal is like an independent world in Durand's body.

Deep in the endless power of ice and fire, a wisp of demigod fire spun, and the speed went from slow to fast. As the fire spurted faster and faster, some figures appeared in the small and exquisite flames, including musket dwarfs, thunder titans, night elves, night elves, forest clans, and other alien races, assassins, spirit warriors, demon archers, power samurais, etc.

These figures either jump, or accumulate momentum, or hold swords to slash, or sneak attacks... Figures of different shapes flashed rapidly in the Demigod Fire.

The Demigod Fire gave Durand the power of replication, allowing him to use the power of ice and fire to simulate the skills of various races and professions. These figures that flashed in the flames are the abilities of all professions recorded by Durand so far.

Compared with his usual state, the Demigod Fire has expanded by more than a little bit, which is the most direct proof that Durand completely untie the seal.

The power of plane suppression surged, which was incredibly great.

This kind of suppression cannot be felt by others, the three kings cannot feel it, nor the queen. Only Durand herself can feel the absurdly heavy pressure.

However, with heavy pressure on his body, Durand was laughing.

He smiled very brightly. It was a pleasant smile from the heart. The ultimate pleasure brought by this kind of forceful action is an instinct engraved in the deepest bloodline of every combat mage.

So what if you are hated by plane rules? Durand never forgot the pride of the combat mage.

"drink!"

Durand shouted wildly, as if he wanted to vent all the upset and resentment that had been in the past eight years!

The orange-flame sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, this time it completely disappeared, and even the palms, wrists, and arms he held the knife could not be seen. The next moment, a faint sword light flashed in the secret room. The sword light suddenly lit up and then disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

Durand groaned and staggered back a few steps. His whole body was instantly drained and his body became soft. He seemed to fall to the ground, but he stubbornly straightened his spine again.

He did not see the result of this attack, but just slowly dissipated his remaining strength and fell back from the demigod realm, blending the young and vicissitudes of faces, which were peaceful and peaceful.

After a moment, Durand grinned, revealing a white teeth. Then he swears: "Grass! It's so cool!"

It's really awesome, although every inch of the muscles in my body is hurting.

In fact, Durand also knew that the silk thread of China Unicom's mother-child artifact could not be cut so easily. The knife just now slashed on the silk thread, which would at most shake it a few times.

However, Durand had an irresistible strong desire to slash his sword.

Regardless of whether you can cut it off or not, no matter what the result of the battle, a sword is a victory! This is Sendlow's plane philosophy and also Durand's belief as a combat mage.

"But... it's still a long way to go!" Durand suddenly sighed.

To truly cut off the connection between Donghui Cross and Yonghui Cross Spear, he must go further on the path of semi-shen. Perhaps after breaking through to the next stage - the Bloodline Realm, he can try again.

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Durand slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Such a simple action made him pull the corner of his mouth in pain. There were hidden injuries everywhere in his body that were pressed out by the force of the plane. Although it was not very serious, there were many wounds.

However, Durand just shook his head indifferently: "Hmph, I thought it would be so strong, but it's not a big deal!" He silently recalled the power of plane suppression just now. Although the pressure was huge, it was not completely unbearable.

It’s just a little injury. Think about it carefully, what is the point of getting a little injury? Humph!

"Speaking of this, I am not far from the Bloodline Realm now. When I am well recuperated, I should be able to prepare for the next stage of breakthrough and promotion..." Durand made the decision.

This time he was not seriously injured, but Durand did not relax his vigilance. His experience from the Saint breaking through to the Fire Realm is still vivid in his mind. Every breakthrough on the path of semi-shen may be a severe test.

Durand adjusted his mindset, put the Donghui cross, took off the "Frost Burning Grip", and then sat down cross-leggedly, and began to recover his strength little by little, repairing his injuries.

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For most people, the realm of demigod is unattainable. In fact, it is not a question of "unattainable", because most people don't know what the realm of demigod is. This is not something that can be seen by tilting their heads and tilting them to a sufficient angle, but an existence that may be ignored in front of them. Even if you can't see it, why do you say that you can climb?

Therefore, everything Durand did just now was a trivial matter for most people in the Shepherd City.

They seemed to feel an inexplicable throbbing passing by their hearts, and then... there was nothing. Even the high-level hunters did not sense too much.

Only a few real strong men understand what is going on.

For example, the Three Kings and the Queen.

The moment Durand burst out with a semi-god aura, he retracted all the mental power that he tried to find out and returned to the back of the Demon Dragon Stone Gate underground in the Hunter Hall.

The stone door is dark and rough, and the outside of the door is full of dark aura as thick as ink.

Except for the Three Kings who have been in the sect for many years, no one knows what the situation behind the sect is, and Durand doesn't know. Speaking of which, Durand has never seen the true body of the Three Kings until now, only the projection clone.

The stone gate stood dryly there, with a two-winged demon dragon carved on the door, coiled around a cross sword on the front. It was motionless, like the source of all darkness, or like the destination of all darkness.

The three kings returned to the back of the stone gate with a hint of panic. This time, there was no muffled groan or painful cry from behind the gate, but instead, they strangely fell into absolute silence.

Silently, a trace of blood penetrated from one of the demon dragon's eyes.

The Demon Dragon has four eyes, which are in different colors. At this time, each eye is flowing out of blood. The blood is pure black. It flows down the Demon Dragon's cheeks and is sucked back by the stone gate.

After a long time, the voice of the Three Kings came from behind the door again, weak and dry.

"No doubt. That's the demigod realm." Rhode sighed, his tone of indescribable weirdness.

"Yes."

"There's no mistake." Roger and Rotter whispered.

Just now, they vented their mental power rashly. They originally planned to rush into the secret room where Durand was to find out, and even planned to do something when something was wrong, but they were cut by Durand's harsh knife intent, and then they were stimulated by the half-god aura. The damage was really bad. The three kings were silent for a while and said:

"If Durand was just a peak saint, we three could barely deal with it with each other's hard work. Unexpectedly, he was actually a demigod..."

"How can a demigod—even if he had just saved the Shepherd's City—can he keep staying in the Shepherd's City without knowing his true background? The risk is a bit too great."

"I think we have to find a way to contact the Queen, no matter what method we use," Rhodes concluded at last.

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Just as Durand forced himself to the demigod realm and slashed with all his strength, an old man far away in the Yonghui Knights Realm was also alarmed.

The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes and laying in a small courtyard basking in the sun.

His eyes were half-squinted, and his tall body was swaying gently with the recliner. His wrinkled old face was calm and peaceful. He could not see the dignity and dignity of the Paladin. Instead, he looked like an ordinary old man next door. He was very inconspicuous.

But the Paladin is a Paladin after all. If someone with truly wise eyesight is present, you will find that every inch of the old man's skin is emitting soft and bright white brilliance, making the small courtyard brighter.

Even in Milande and Sellers, there will not be such a strong power of Yonghui. To a certain extent, this power is no longer something that professionals can possess. This is the power of Yonghui Cross Gun!

The moment Durand took the knife, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and let out a low cry with a little disobedient.

He stretched out his hand and pointed his eyebrows without thinking, then a dazzling white light flashed by, and a white cross gun appeared out of thin air in his hand and was firmly held by the old man.

The old man is a sacred Eternal Knight. Like Cyrus, once the word "sacred" is added before the profession name, it means it is not on the same level as the ordinary Eternal Knight or Eternal Warlock.

In the eyes of the elderly sacred Eternal Knight, four silk threads extended from the body of the Eternal Cross Gun and pierced into the void, corresponding to the four-way four-way cross Guns in the east, south, west and north respectively.

At this time, the silk thread of China Unicom's Donghui Cross was twisting violently. The old man soon realized what was going on. A sharp lightning flashed through his turbid eyes! The palm that grabbed the body of the Zhan Gun tightened suddenly, and the powerful Yonghui power poured into the body of the gun and rushed towards the silk thread. After a while, the silk thread calmed down again.

"Hmph, someone actually wants to cut off the contact?" The old man snorted heavily, his face not very good-looking, with anger and doubts.

He didn't know that the person who tried to cut off the connection was Durand, but he could vaguely feel a ray of Durand's power. The power attribute that blended the extreme scorching and extreme cold was definitely not the queen's power, but who else could it be besides the queen?
Chapter completed!