The long and narrow ebony giant sword blew a violent blast, and the high elf swordsman's expression changed on the spot. He swung the sword with his right hand to block it slightly, and switched the spell of his left hand to telekinesis. He pushed the sword in Lu Zhengkang's hand, but failed to push it away.
Wrong, fortunately, he successfully pushed himself out of the range of the sword.
Lu Zhengkang's offensive had just begun, with forward slashes, slashes and horizontal strokes, as if a thick cloud was coming towards his face, and the strong wind blew the cloak behind the high elf swordsman.
The magic swordsman was very skilled, and the giant sword's path was condensed and not very fast. The high elf repeatedly used telekinesis to escape.
Lu Zhengkang was forcing this arrogant magic swordsman into the beam of light. His sword could not stop or hesitate, otherwise there would be flaws. He could not press forward step by step. The high elf retreated again and again, and his delicate and yellowish face had turned red.
The red, golden eyes almost burst out of fire.
Cut horizontally!
The glass sword in the hand of the high elf flew high. He remained calm in the face of danger. He also grasped a spell in his right hand, but it was the simplest Fire Tongue Technique. It was already very difficult for him to construct the Fire Tongue Technique in such a short period of time.
His spellcasting skills are so pure that he can actually be ranked among the instructors at Winterhold College.
The high elf released the tongue of fire, not to kill, but to cover Lu Zhengkang's sight with bright red flames. Then he used telekinesis to pull the sword to the left, and jumped to the left.
Lu Zhengkang's sight was indeed blocked, but it didn't matter, he had calmed down mentally.
"Vosloda!"
A huge air ball rushed out, and the high elf jumped in the air. His lower body could not escape the range of the air ball. The moment he was hit by the huge force, his blood flowed back to his head, his vision went dark, he fainted, and was immediately thrown into a scarlet light pillar.
This guy didn't even hold on for half a second before turning into blood and flying into the merit column.
Lu Zhengkang gasped, looked at the merit column, and found the sculpture of a high elf near a blank area at a height of 60 feet. It was a man lying horizontally, with twisted limbs and a ferocious expression. It is estimated that many people could not guess how he died.
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The state of the gods descending to earth lasted for nearly five minutes and then subsided, and the iron armor technique was almost ineffective. After Lu Zhengkang shrank to his normal size, he suddenly subconsciously jumped to the left side, as fast as thunder and startled. At the same time, the mental shield instantly
However, these preparations were too late. A hidden arrow had already pierced his lower back when he started to jump, and the spiral arrow suddenly penetrated from the front of his belly.
There are stalkers!
Lu Zhengkang began to run around the pillar. In order to pull out the arrow, he first broke off the tail feathers and held the arrow. The smooth arrow shaft was left to rub against the kidneys, large intestine, muscles and skin. The body produced a strong twitching reflex in the severe pain. He
His vision was blurred by the pain, and he suddenly pulled out the arrow. Blood splattered out, and his legs weakened and he almost fell.
Fortunately, he moved in a moment of desperation, otherwise he would have been in trouble if the arrow pierced his spine.
It was another hidden arrow, silent and made of ebony material, so dark and matte that it could not be seen at all.
Lu Zhengkang constructed a telekinetic spell, spreading the materialized mental power evenly, covering a spherical area with a radius of ten feet, and the hidden arrows flew into it, just like stones breaking through the water, and clear ripples splashed out.
The ebony arrow was so powerful that it flew six feet inward under pressure before being stopped.
What a powerful stealth archer!
While Lu Zhengkang was using the healing technique to heal himself, he was also looking around. The effect of the eagle eye technique was still there, and he had an unobstructed view of the ten-mile area. He just needed time to find the sneak attacker.
With one hand to read power and the other to heal, he didn't dare to relax for a moment. By the time the wound healed, he had already stopped six arrows.
Looking in the direction where the hidden arrow came from, behind the deep crack in the distance is the broken earth with long snakes surging like walls.
The skill of the archer has reached its peak. The arrow is completely undetectable during its flight. It crosses a long distance and is accurately aimed at Lu Zhengkang's body. It only becomes visible when it enters the range shrouded by telekinesis.
After the injury was cured, Lu Zhengkang released a life detection technique on himself, and combined with the eagle eye technique, he could only see the vital signs of the snake wall, and the hidden stalker was still unable to be found.
Interestingly, Lu Zhengkang strode towards the direction where the hidden arrow flew.
Seeing this, the stalker slowed down his attack. By the time Lu Zhengkang rushed to the snake wall, he had lost track of his opponent.
The clouds became thinner and thinner, and the scope and number of the light pillars were expanding. It was too dangerous to stay here. Lu Zhengkang turned back and walked towards the light pillars.
The archer is like a child having a tantrum. When you approach him, he pretends to be angry and ignores you. When you leave, he can't help but make some noise to disturb you.
The stalker is trying to save Lu Zhengkang from death.
Hidden arrows were fired one after another. Lu Zhengkang suddenly turned around and a golden-red fireball was thrown in the direction of the arrows.
Using his mind to forcibly bind the magic energy, it took him half a minute to rub the fireball, which was definitely powerful enough.
The golden sphere streaked through the brilliant wake, flew over the cold snake wall, and exploded on the ground. There was a body jumping in the vague shadow. In mid-air, magical purple-red light flashed, and the person disappeared, but he cast a
Expert level illusion invisibility.
Lu Zhengkang grinned. He just wanted to determine the approximate range of the opponent. The next step was "sun, soul-scorching, and fierce flames!"
The bursting particle jet moved in the direction in which Lu Zhengkang turned his head, and the snake walls along the way burned like weeds. They twisted painfully in the fire and light, like a grand dance of sacrifice. A shrill howl sounded, and a whole body
The burning woman rolled on the ground, the fire mist outlined her graceful body lines, a beautiful sacrifice, dedicated to the greedy God of Death.
The Burning Cloud Breath lasted for ten seconds, and Lu Zhengkang stopped after he was sure that the opponent had been burned to ashes.
Using the flying technique to cross the cracks in the earth, Lu Zhengkang came to the opposite side of the snake wall and rummaged through the ashes of the stalker. Nothing was left. The metal turned into molten lava and flowed little by little, seeping into the ground.
After all, he is just a loser.
Lu Zhengkang returned to the merit column, and the stalker's death status did not appear on it.
Not long after waiting, a strong man ran up from a distance, and you could hear his violent breathing from a considerable distance away, like a hungry beast pouncing on a delicious meal.
This man is wearing a deer helmet, shirtless, with a wolfskin skirt around his lower body, a bloody head hanging from his waist, and holding a mace in both hands. The most eye-catching thing is the hole in his chest. Through the hole, it is clear
A red fruit covered with withered yellow thorns can be seen beating.
This person is Heart of Thorns, the strongest leader template of the Forsworn wandering in the Reach Land!
The Bretons were transformed by the crow hag, cutting out their original hearts and replacing them with thorn fruits full of mysterious energy. They then reached a contract with Hircine, twisting the minds of the transformers and turning them into terrifying killing machines, regardless of their preference for fighting.
Still leaning toward magic, they are all top-notch.
Lu Zhengkang drew out his giant sword with a solemn expression.