On the circular outer corridor, two masters from the Buddhist Pagoda blocked the intruders. One of them was holding a bone sickle and wearing bone armor. On the gold chain hanging on his body were golden skulls and long beards.
White; the other wears a gold ring on his head, wears thick armor, and has a sheep's head on his left and right shoulders.
"Don't do anything you regret." Bing Zhixie stood in the strong wind outside the tower, her magic robe fluttering in the wind, and a pure black magic ball with silver patterns floating faintly beside her.
"You should reflect on this sentence." The middle-aged man with a golden ring and a sheep's head crossed his hands on his chest and closed his eyes.
The two sides stopped talking and had nothing to say, just waiting for the next moment of battle.
Bing Zhixie was the first to take action, and the two masters of the Buddha Tower opened their eyes to fight back at the same time. The flying ice and the instantly moving figures were scattered among them, and the victory or defeat could only be determined by one move!
The cold light on Bing Zhixie's fingers gradually disappeared, and the two people behind him showed disbelief in their eyes.
"How is this possible?" The old man holding the bone scythe still maintained his fighting posture. The ice mark on his body continued to deepen. His body was penetrated by the deep cold, and it quickly froze from the outside to the bones. Then three layers of ice exploded, and the old man staggered.
He fell down on the corridor.
Another middle-aged man wearing thick armor had his chest and abdomen pierced by three ice picks at the same point. He gritted his teeth and sweat fell in the cold wind. The fear in his heart was even more chilling than the cold wind: "How powerful.
Magic, how could this young man do it?”
Bing Zhixie jumped into the air on tiptoe, ignored the two injured people, and headed up the tower.
In the room at the end, the walls and floors were covered with marks of domineering cuts. Garland let out a breath and shook off the blood attached to the sword. The two brothers with dwarfism and gigantism, who had huge differences in body size,
He was lying in a pool of blood and moaning.
Garland asked: "Tell me where Humea is? I can spare your lives."
The gigantic brother's throat was bleeding heavily from the wound, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly. The dwarfism brother said, "I don't know who you are talking about."
"A girl with long green hair, in her early twenties, was sold by a Sabanta merchant."
"I have never seen such a woman." The brother with dwarfism said.
"She must be here." Garland asked again: "Where is Prince Fobie?"
On the fourteenth floor of the Buddhist Pagoda, several people with Sura emblems painted on their foreheads gathered here, and some guards drew their swords and looked at the white-haired young man who came in from the door as if they were faced with an enemy.
Bing Zhixie glanced at the people in the room, and then saw that the room was gorgeously and beautifully decorated, with several portraits of red-haired men and other figures hanging on the walls: "This is the room of Prince Fobie. Where is the prince?"
None of the Sullas said a word, and the guards all showed fear on their faces.
Bing Zhixie: "Do you have to do it before I say it?"
The Sulas were frightened and angry, and suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Defend Prince Fobie to the death!"
The others mustered up their courage and shouted: "I will defend Prince Fobie to the death!" The crowd rushed forward, and Bing Zhixie held up a ball of cold breath in his palm to fight with them.
The strength of these people is not weak. Even in imperial cities like Debiles and Sindmore, they can still have a place. But what they are facing is Celeste Bingzhixie!
There are also those in Sulla who major in ice magic, and the strength of their magic power is quite impressive: "Ice Love can kill with a hundred chains!"
Bing Zhixie responded with the same magic, the same move, but the power was completely different. Bing Fasula was rushed more than ten meters, smashed the corundum pillar in the room, vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The faces of the others changed with shock, and their timidity increased even more.
The so-called Sulla is not just a scholar. In addition to being a true teaching code, the Book of Divine Intent is also a magic book. The book contains hidden training techniques for enhancing magic. All knights, wizards, and magicians who use magic can use this enhancement.
themselves. These Sulas have all studied the magic book of Dafa Divine Intent, and have more advantages than ordinary mages. But even so, most of them have difficulty in accepting the two magic moves of the white-haired young man, and the two moves are the most powerful.
Ordinary magic.
At this time, a vast and pure unsystematic magic force bombarded me. Bing Zhixie held up the ice shield in his palm to catch it, but was shocked and slid back half a meter: "Well, there is such strength of magic power!" His expression was focused.
Staring in the direction where the magic power came from.
On the ceiling at the far end of the hall, there was a magic light array intertwined with the bustling paintings. A naked and slender foot slowly came down from the ceiling, and then a black and red robe was revealed, a thin man.
The whole body exuded a golden-red divine light that slowly descended, and the blood and hair were flying in the abundant magic power.
"Prince" everyone in the fight shouted.
Bing Zhixie saw that this person looked a bit like herself, but it wasn't obvious in the portrait, and he looked even thinner in person.
Fobie sank down gently and slowly, one foot dropped to the ground, one foot was tucked into the robe, hanging in the low altitude without touching the ground, his hands were placed in front of him like holding flowers, and he spoke in a cold and slightly feminine tone.
He said: "You guys stop."
"Are you Prince Fobie?"
Buddha said: "I am pure and have no name, Buddha is just an external name."
Bing Zhixie felt uncomfortable with the way he spoke and said bluntly: "I'm here to find someone."
"I know your reason for coming."
"Please hand the person back to me. We will leave immediately without disturbing you again."
Fobie was silent for two or three seconds and only said: "No."
Bingzhixiexuan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Do you also want to say that the person is not here?"
The Buddha said: "I am in the Buddha's Pagoda, but I cannot hand her over to you."
"Why?"
Fobie did not answer directly, but said: "I would like to ask you to fight. If you lose, please leave and never mention this matter again."
Bing Zhixie asked: "Am I winning?"
"You can kill Junga."
"I won't kill you, I just want people."
The Buddha was indifferent and said: "I can die if I am pure, but others cannot give me anything."
Bing Zhixie was greatly surprised: "Why, can you tell me the reason?"
Buddha don't say anything.
Bing Zhixie secretly pondered. After just a few words of conversation, this Prince Fobie didn't seem like a villain. Why would he rather fight to the death than hand over someone who had nothing to do with him? Is there anything special about Xiumia?
is it important?
At this moment, Garland, Gale, and Syrio came with Mo Fox one after another.
Gale pointed and said, "That's Buddha. If you catch him, you won't be afraid that he won't make friends with you."
"Who dares to touch the prince!" Everyone nervously guarded the Buddha.
Fobie waved his arm gently, and an invisible force pushed the people around him away: "It doesn't matter, whether it's one-on-one or one-on-four, I can fight."
Bing Zhixie thought that he could arrest the person first. Even if Fobie was unwilling to hand over the person, he could still force his men to hand over Xiumiya, so he said to Gale and the others: "You watch the others, I will challenge him to a duel."