The Ebony Warrior swung his sword at Lu Zhengkang from a distance, and a white-gold crescent air wave flew out, spinning and turning into a disk, with fog marks on the edge that dispersed like teeth.
Lu Zhengkang frowned greatly when he saw this. This guy's power was unprecedented!
That circular saw-like sword energy flew like the wind, and in less than a blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of 200 feet and came to Lu Zhengkang. He raised his long sword like a door panel, and the magic light flashed from the lines of the iron sword.
When it lit up, blazing thunder and fire surged out and collided with the sword energy. The turbulent impact force was guided into the ground along Lu Zhengkang's posture, leaving two deep footprints.
The lightning-fast exchange allowed Lu Zhengkang to roughly analyze the principle of the opponent's attack.
What is certain is that the Ebony warrior also has a strong mind. The sword energy is a magic energy impact, which is similar to the dragon's roar Tumu. It also uses will to move the world, but the use of Tumu will require the power of words and spirits. Ebony
A warrior's sword energy definitely needs some kind of intermediary. Directly using one's mental energy is too wasteful and will never last.
This mysterious system is very tempting to Lu Zhengkang. It can further improve his mental martial arts, so that every time he performs a move, it will be like an enlarged move and become ineffective.
Lu Zhengkang approached the Ebony Warrior, running in small steps, and asked loudly: "If I win, can I tell you where you came from?"
"Fight first and then talk!" The ebony warrior swung his sword rapidly, and the brilliant sword energy gathered in one place, turning into a golden wall of light in front of him. The undulating sand dunes could be vaguely seen on the light screen, like a
A beautiful and malicious picture.
Lu Zhengkang felt a strong sense of horror when he saw this wall of sword energy. The third eye between his eyebrows opened, and a light cyan light spread out in a fan shape toward the front. It was the aura of killing intent, a terrifying illusion.
Let the Ebony Warrior have such a will as
The masters of iron and stone's mental power were shocked. As soon as the coherent movements of their hands broke up, the sword curtain suddenly collapsed, as if the ice sculpture exploded, and the chaotic light waves flew out one after another. From a distance, it looked like a blooming flower.
fireworks.
"Divine armor, divine weapons, divine power!"
Lu Zhengkang felt his blood boiling after a long absence. Under the blessing of the powerful Tumu, his body expanded into a giant man of nearly ten feet. A large sword like a door panel became suitable and pleasing to the eye in his hand, facing the black man who was three heads shorter than him.
The sand warrior slashed wildly, and used the movement method of the giant Qianjun sword, even if he didn't
With the blessing of inner strength, it can still stir up whirlpools like whirlpools. The solid soil on the ground is scattered like gravel in the wind. The hard rocks are cut into pieces by the dissipated energy, and the moisture in the air is whipped out.
It turned into a misty mist, slashed with the sword, and the gray air mass was suppressed.
The ebony warrior roared in response. The sound was like a roaring liger in the empty valley. It was thick and distant, and the sound could stop the moving clouds. A brilliant white-gold light burst out from his black armor, and the intertwining of black and white seemed to be like a star all over the place.
striped frost fruit, jingwei
It is clear and natural. He stamps his feet, and the earth roars. He raises his long sword high to face the powerful enemy, and strikes each other two by two. The clear and clear sound spreads throughout the fields, surprising the passers-by in the distance. There are thousands of people in the snowy city who are suspicious, and the gray beard in the monastery looks in the distance.
West, thoughtfully.
"Okay! What a pleasure!" The troll hissed and jumped up, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, using it as a hammer, slashing left and right, with power like a startling dragon, and the light of the sword shone like a waterfall of ten thousand feet.
The Ebony Warrior was not to be outdone. You cut me down with my sword, and I will give you my sword back. The two lost their temper. For a moment, sand and rocks were flying, and the huge Yinfeng Basin was actually enveloped by a black cyclone on the ground. Serana stood on the copper
Next to the umbrella, the sound of the bells was still clearly audible amidst the continuous clash of sword blades. The eleven-tone copper umbrella pushed away the messy dust and gravel, making the place where Serana was calm.
The eldest lady of Walqiha clenched her fists, her emerald green eyes never blinking. Such a scene could only be seen in legends, and she was the only witness to this battle.
The crazy fight between the troll man and the ebony warrior lasted for a full three minutes, without even pausing or taking a breath. A twenty-foot-thick pit was cut into the ground, and the underground spring burst out violently.
,when
It was blown into mist by the air currents and fierce magic energy. The mist was boiled away by the blazing thunder fire, but the high-heat steam wandered around the battlefield like an invisible and deadly evil ghost. The earth was scorched, and the plants were burned.
Slowly dry up.
Now it’s time to fight for endurance!
The fountain is full of momentum and produces a huge amount of water. Slowly, the air reaches extreme saturation. The hot airflow turns into a gray dragon, spiraling upward. The surrounding cold air blows in, and a huge tornado connected to the clouds is slowly taking shape.
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"Cut! Chop! Chop!" Lu Zhengkang felt his eyes go black, his body was in severe pain, and his skin turned golden red, like hot iron. His eyes were closed tightly and he couldn't open them. He could only slash forward with his body memory and instinct.
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"Drink ah ah ah!!!" The ebony warrior was suppressed all the way, and half of his body was already sunk into the mud. His beautiful ebony armor began to show signs of melting. He knew that if this stalemate continued, he might not be in the shape he is now.
It was hard to resist, so he decided to use some off-board moves.
The sky was originally bright, and above the dome where the sun was rising, the deep twilight suddenly came, and the stars in the sky returned again. The stars in the warrior constellation in the sky were particularly bright, and the dreamlike clear light was projected on the ebony warrior, and his whole body exploded.
He fired a golden shock wave and knocked Lu Zhengkang away.
The troll man held his long sword in embarrassment and opened his sour and burning eyes to look into the depths of the deep whirlwind.
The water vapor blown into the sky turned into raindrops and fell, and the sound of the wind filled the world like the cry of a dying giant elephant.
Low words sounded, "You are very strong and qualified to know my name..."
Lu Zhengkang gritted his teeth. Just the sound of his words gave him irresistible pressure. It can be concluded that this black sand warrior is definitely the incarnation of a certain god.
"Remember, I am Lehman Ebony Arm!"
The tornado wall was torn apart, and a tall man walked out. He had taken off his helmet, revealing a Red Guard face, but his facial features were like those of a pure Nord.
Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes, "It's you..."
Leman Cyrodiil, or Leman Ciro, his name "Reman" means "Light of Mankind", and "Ciro" is taken from the ancient Ayleid elves' name for the Cyrodiil region.
He is the heroic god of the Second Empire culture, the founder of the Reman Dynasty, the Dragonborn, the wearer of the Talisman of Kings, and the greatest hero of the Akaviri trouble in 1e2703, who survived that year.
The Akavir Dragon Guard loyal to him and formed the famous Blade Guard.
The legendary emperor, the legendary god of war, was already regarded as sacred when he was still alive. When his story spread to the High Rock and Hammerfell regions, it was mixed with the Yokuda myth elements of the local Redguard people, and in the fusion of beliefs
A new god, the Ninth Holy Spirit, the God of War, Rayman Ebony Arm, was born, and his belief spread far beyond Rayman Cyrodiil himself.