"Don't panic!" As the Guardsmen were desperately avenging their commander, the hoarse roar of the rocks came from the red mist that had not yet dissipated. "Keep the fight steady, I'm not dead yet!"
You have to hum before you die!
The Guards cheered loudly, quickly retracting the scattered formation, and slowly retreated towards the red mist.
"Cheer up! Cheer up!" Rock was half-kneeling on the ground, with a thin warrior in his arms. His hair and eyebrows were singed, a large piece of leather armor had been torn off, and his left arm was exposed.
There are scorch marks all over it, it is the rock that is the savior.
Just now, when the ray arrived and the rock thought he was going to die, a shield composed of nine layers of leaves, the source of life, came out of the ground, just between him and the ray. The ray shot through the nine shields with the force of thunder, and then exploded.
He opened eleven magic protective barriers and finally blew away the person behind him. It wasn't until the person flew over and knocked him over that the rock recognized him as Mafa, so he was in a daze, making people think he was dead.
"You are the Blood Lord, how could you die here!" As the rocks shook, the Blood Lord's fixed eyes finally rolled around, and then he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black and red blood.
"You almost shook me to death!" He bounced up and picked up the dagger beside him, "People outside are thinking of a way! Destroy these magic circles quickly!"
"It's being destroyed." Rock wiped away the blood clots on his face and didn't care to ask anything else, "How's it going, sir?"
"How do I know!" Mafa said to the rock, "The illusion will disappear after the magic circle is destroyed!"
"Illusion?" Looking at Mafa's erratic figure going away, Rock yelled, raised his knife and rushed towards the remaining magic arrays that were still shining with light. "Let you hallucinate! Let you hallucinate!"
This time, the defensive formation formed by the Guards surrounded the surroundings, and the sabotage operation went much more smoothly. The magic circle continued to collapse, exploding into pieces one by one, and the chaotic and violent magic filled the air, turning into a colorful but extremely dangerous magic air ball.
.However, no one flinched, and the Rock Team rushed in and out of these magical air masses. They were frostbitten, burned, pierced through armor, and had their skin and flesh peeled off!
The pseudo-gods and demons who surrounded the Guards were also fearless, and even used magic to ignite their bodies to attack the Guards' steel front. However, when the offense and defense were exchanged, it also meant that the Mystics lost their advantage. If they wanted to break through
The defense of the Guards, trying to prevent the destruction of the Rock Squad is all a dream!
I recall that back then, when they were still ordinary humans, the Guards had fought against the Temple Knights! Today, with powerful combat power at hand and a well-arranged battle array, how could they lose to the pseudo-gods, demons and mystical tribe?
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Until the light from outside shines in again, until the real scenes around us emerge piece by piece, until the voice of Cohen Keda reaches everyone's ears again!
Chief Cohen's roar was like the sound of nature, and the morale of the Guards was greatly boosted!
It was like the curtain was pulled back, and the mountain platform appeared in everyone's field of vision again - Cohen was still standing in the same place, and the faint blue light familiar to the Guards members rose into the sky. However, the rising momentum of this blue light was blocked by the drop of light above.
The water droplets flashing with seven colors of brilliance stopped.
Cohen was fighting against the pressure of the eternal elemental array with all his strength. At the moment when the eternal elemental array changed, he single-handedly took over the most difficult task and held up the entire sky. This drop of water-like liquid hanging high above his head,
It is formed by the condensation of endless light, and the vast power contained in it rests entirely on Cohen's head.
This taste is unpleasant.
Although the power of the pseudo-gods and demons was weakened when they stayed in the city, it was still very impressive when combined with the power of the eternal elemental array. The invisible pressure deepened little by little, causing Cohen's instep to slowly sink into the ground.
The ground is covered with cracks like spider webs.
Cohen's opponent is the pseudo-devil. Their confrontation is in the general environment. Although it is the most dangerous, it is silent and silent. Cohen uses blue light to hold up a large space, which is connected from the side to the pseudo-devil who is also unmoved——
Fishet, who was wrapped in golden fighting spirit, moved with lightning in the space held up by Cohen, and fought with his direct opponent, the False God King!
The fight between the two was so fierce that not even a speck of dust could be seen within the range - the dust, debris, and the broken swords falling around were all suppressed to the ground by the huge force!
Even though Cohen was holding on, some of the pressure was still placed on Fischette, so he couldn't move as fast. Fortunately, Cohen didn't grow up a vegetarian, and the space he built with blue light was quite oppressive.
, the false god king fought against Fichet inside, and he looked so aggrieved that he was bleeding.
Among the Guards, there are not many people who have seen Fichet in action, but they are really very few. Occasionally, the Guardsmen saw a pleasing style of play - whether offensive or defensive, Fichet
All movements in special battles are done with footwork. This footwork is very standard and rhythmic. It can be broken down into drawings or imitated and learned, just like the graceful palace round dance.
The opponent could clearly see his last move and even predict his next move, but he could not block or defeat him because the sword in Fischette's hand was following his footwork to attack the opponent's must-save point.
Every move is fair and square, and every move shows sharpness, leaving the opponent shocked and despairing.
This style of play is of great reference. Guardsmen with high understanding can even start to practice it in the next fight, and it is quite effective. But no one learns the other part of Fichet's style of play. He is flexible
The leisurely temperament revealed in the tenacious defense and the transcendent charm contained in the sharp and violent attacks are difficult for others to imitate.
Even if he uses dirty tricks like hiding his sword and robe horns and rebounding his fighting spirit, others will feel relaxed and happy when they see it.
Lifting up, stabbing, turning, and cutting across, Fichet's movements were elegant and elegant, and the moves were connected smoothly and exquisitely. The one-handed sword trembled silently, and the golden fighting spirit attached to the sword rolled and surged, and suddenly condensed into thunder and lightning, and suddenly
It turned into flying snow, and the majestic murderous aura surged endlessly.
If you move, you will be shattered into pieces! If you are still, you will overcome the storm!
The false god king's headband was blown away, his sleeves were cut off, and his cloak was pierced. If he were a human being, he would have rolled aside and stretched out his corpse! But the false god king is not a human being. He has no human weaknesses and no heart.
, there is no brain matter, let alone that thing under the crotch. In comparison, it would be more effective to use fighting energy to hit his entire body, or use soul power to corrode it.
The pseudo-god king was surrounded by more than a dozen blood-red halos. There was a strong desire to kill in his eyes. His movements should be described as weird and feminine. His two toes did not touch the ground at all, and there was no pedaling movement.
All the turns of advancement and retreat are without warning, like a dead leaf blowing in the wind.
The one he used to collide with the sword's edge was either a finger or a fist, but the sound of each contact must be a metallic tremor! After about a dozen impacts, the one-handed sword in Fichet's hand would break under the load -
- Whenever this happens, Fichet must have taken a step back and calmly changed the sword in his hand. Then he will kill the false god king again as soon as possible.
Amidst the clusters of exploding sparks and the cold air currents, they were fighting evenly!
The two are equally matched. This is just the impression left in the minds of onlookers. It does not mean that Fichet can easily put pressure on the false god king. He is indeed very charming at this time, because this character has already been integrated into his
Soul, no matter who he faces, no matter how critical the situation is, you don't want to see him in a panic. Facts have proved that even if death is imminent, Fichet is calm and calm.
Therefore, the real combat situation is not as good as it seems.
On the platform ground invisible to the guards in the distance, broken swords of the same format fell all over the ground. If you put them together, you can make hundreds of one-handed swords. These were all the battle losses of Fichet alone. Those
The twisted sword tip and the splintered hilt are all silently describing the hardships and dangers of this battle, and they are all describing Fichet's high spirit and unyielding spirit!
There is only a slight difference between Fichet and the False God King, but even this slight difference, Fichet has to use wisdom and pain to make up for it in the battle! The broken swords on the ground and the beads of sweat on his head are nothing but
A very small part of the price.
It can be said that in order to protect Cohen, Fischette has tried his best - Cohen is very vulnerable now. Although it seems that he has not taken any action, all his strength is used in another kind of battle with the pseudo-devil. If at this time
If the false god king touches him and pokes him with his finger, that will be very bad!
The pseudo-god king is closely entangled by Fichet, and what they want is a fast universe; the invisible battle between the pseudo-devil king and Cohen is even more dangerous and cruel, and what they want is a stable word... The good news is that the center of the eternal elemental array is
The control position is at the feet of the False Demon King, so he cannot move: The bad news is that the central control position of the Eternal Elemental Array is at the feet of the False Demon King, so he is very strong.
The four people were stuck in a stalemate. The blue light in Cohen's body continued to flow. The eternal elemental array could not absorb or interfere with it. However, while forming a field, this blue light also isolated the opponent and all foreign aid from his own side.
The situation in front of him is obviously not what Fischette wants. He has absolute confidence in Cohen. He believes that Cohen can open up the situation. However, until Cohen comes up with a solution, the two of them can only carry it like this, even if the situation collapses.
Don’t give up even for a moment!
With their persistence, a precious opportunity finally appeared when the Guards destroyed the small magic array.
As the Guards acted in the distance, the expression on Cohen's face gradually became richer. As soon as his slightly lowered eyes moved, he was immediately discovered by the pseudo-devil who was closely monitoring him. This powerful and glorious opponent kept mobilizing
Using the power of the entire eternal element formation to suppress Cohen, he tried every possible means to find Cohen's weaknesses, and never missed an opportunity to ridicule him.
"The weight and pressure of the eternal elemental array are still to your liking, right?" The pseudo-devil glanced at Cohen. He was indescribably amiable, and there was no difficulty in operating the magic array. "Do you want me to add some weight?"
"It's up to you." Cohen said casually, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem, "Don't worry about me."
"Are you sure you can still hold on?" The pseudo-devil looked regretful, "If you were crushed, it would be a real tragedy on earth."
"You can go ahead and do it." Cohen raised his gaze, "But if I said I could get rid of it at any time, would you be surprised?"
"Of course I will be surprised, because I heard your bones cracking, and I saw the hidden wounds in your companions." The pseudo-devil's eyes even had a look of expectation, "If you have such an ability, with your character you will
Need not?"
"Because I need to get an answer first... I thought you couldn't awaken the eternal elemental array because you don't have the four elemental gods or the ring of rainbow light, but you finally did it." Cohen looked at his opponent.
, "If you don't have the four-element gods, you use a lot of natural elements to replace them; if you don't have the magic of the rainbow ring, you use the seven-color light liquid condensed by sunlight to make up for it."
"You, like humans, are just creatures attached to this world. How can you ignore the laws of this world?" Cohen had mixed feelings. "At that moment, I was rarely ashamed of myself. I even admired you. I almost gave in.
."
"I didn't expect Cohen Kedar to be sentimental - did you find the answer?"
"Just now, when my guards destroyed the magic array, I realized all this. You actually only left the eternal element array in a semi-activated state, and used this power to suppress me. Those small magic arrays are
Used to deceive people, you are just dirty liars and fearless clowns. You have no intention of truly awakening the eternal elemental array."
"Aren't you willing to awaken the eternal elemental array?" The pseudo-devil looked at Cohen with great interest, "Then why are we?"
"The so-called injection of natural elements and the seven-color light liquid are all to suppress my power - or are you still trying to make a comeback with your own strength?" Cohen sighed, "You still have this kind of calculation when your power has declined. This
I’m very disappointed.”
"It's not fear and anger, but disappointment?" The pseudo-devil was a little surprised, "Why are you disappointed?"
"I really can't say the reason. This undoubtedly makes me more depressed. So now, it's my turn to show off my power!"
"Showing off your power?" The pseudo-devil looked at Cohen's sinking look, "Didn't you claim that you were here to negotiate?"
"If you don't touch my people, I can continue to fight with you." Cohen said with relief, "You know, the people who come to negotiate with you may not be able to defeat you."
After leaving these words, Cohen turned his head and looked into the distance.
With the collapse of the small magic array, one-third of the illusion filled in the eternal elemental array was destroyed, which can be said to be in a mess. The Guards formed several tight formations, and with the power to counterattack, they returned
Although the soldiers were miserable, they could still protect themselves. Their enemies still had an advantage in numbers, but the surroundings were in chaos and it was impossible to use formations to strangle them.
Every once in a while, the eternal element magic circle will receive a violent impact, which should be the result of the large-scale magic bombardment used by the expeditionary force staying outside the magic circle. The outer wall of the magic circle is constantly shaking and deforming, keeping Emine busy.
, but her power alone is limited, and new damage often occurs when old damage is not repaired.
There was a soft "ding" sound, and Fischette returned to Cohen's side, changing his hand to another sword.
Just as he was about to rush forward again, Cohen spoke: "Take a rest, you are panting like a dock slave."
These words were so cold and chilling that Fichet opened his mouth wide and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "Isn't it because you are too..."
Cohen interrupted, and Fischette was distracted to answer. Naturally, his opponent would not miss this opportunity. The pseudo-god king's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he rushed towards the two of them from the side, and the surfaces of his hands were already covered with blood.
Mesh Electric Pattern - Cohen turned slightly, pushed his chest flat with his fist, and a cone-shaped invisible force surged out.
There was an explosion of "boom", and the false god king who wanted to rush up to take advantage was knocked back!
The whole place was completely silent - he actually knocked the false god king over with one punch!
"This is impossible!" The pseudo-god king, who had regained his footing, was furious and rushed forward again, tiptoeing to the ground.
Cohen didn't even look at it. He punched him again casually.
"Boom!" The pseudo-god king's forward body was accurately hit, and he spun backwards, with fragments of his robes flying everywhere.
"I..." Although the False God King suffered a lot today, this time's suffering was undoubtedly the most satisfying. Every texture on his buried face was filled with the word "pain"!
"I..." The false god king raised his head and showed a cruel smile, "I don't believe it!"
Cohen threw his third punch.
With a muffled "boom", he directly beat the forward false god king to a stop!
Compared with the previous two times, Cohen's punch was a real hit, without any deflection. All the force was applied to the front of the false god king's body - the latter's body did not somersault or circle, but fell to the ground.
, shaped like a tall building collapsing!
Not to mention that the gorgeous robes on his body were rotten and disintegrated, and bits of blood were spurting out from his deformed face. His nose was crooked to one side, with only a thin slit between his eyes, and his upper and lower lips were completely broken... In this tragic situation, there is no trace of grace.
The transcendent false god king!
But the false god king still got up, but the way he used his hands and feet was very unbearable.
"You..." The pseudo-god king who straightened up only said this word, and his body involuntarily stooped down. He put his hands on the ground and opened his mouth with a "wow" sound and retched.
Groups of phantoms of different colors and sizes spewed out of his mouth, screaming and dissipating in front of everyone's eyes... His face became more and more haggard, wrinkles began to appear on his skin, and it seemed that his strength was rapidly losing. This look
It looks like we won't be able to fight again for a short time at least.
"I didn't hear you clearly just now." Ignoring the shocked look of the pseudo-devil, Cohen turned to Fichet and smiled, "What did you say I was too stupid?"
"I was just saying..." Fichet glanced at him, blinked and thought, and finally swallowed the word "useless", "In order to prevent people from being proud, we usually only give compliments.
I can say it once."
"It's been a long time since I heard someone praise me. It feels really good. And from now on, no one will probably do this." Cohen said something puzzling, and then turned his attention back to his opponent.
The Pseudo-Devil, who was already on high alert, couldn't help but feel moved when he heard Cohen's words - no one will praise him again in the future? How could this happen? Does this mean that he has to agree to his own conditions!
Although his method of beating the false god king with three punches was very violent, it is a very common negotiation method to show strength before agreeing to the other party's conditions. Maybe for these three punches, Cohen secretly paid a huge price.