Abraham stood in front of the Pope, his whole body wrapped in red flames, and he still held a Holy Sword of the Blazing Sun in his hand.
"I came here this time just to defeat the superior. The Pope is my target, and others are not qualified." There was a hint of chill in the corner of Shuang Yi's mouth, and his watery blue eyes faintly scanned Abraham's body, and he looked straight at him.
Shiver.
"You won't know until you fight whether you are qualified or not. Little girl, please listen clearly to me. I am Abraham, one of the four great guardian magicians of the Pope, and I am also the ancestor of the fire magicians."
"Ancestor? What a resounding name! I'm afraid it's just an empty name."
Shuang Yi put on a pretty face as cold as ice and secretly mocked: "Hey, high-level magician, do you need me to give you an arm?"
She took a half step back, and a pair of transparent wings grew out of her back.
He was verbally aggressive and belittled Abraham in various ways, but he was a guardian magician after all, so he still had to give him this respect.
"Arrogant! Let's see if I don't kill you." Abraham held the Holy Sword of the Fierce Sun, which was transformed from his red flame will.
Wherever the sword pointed, there was a flamingo dancing gracefully.
Seeing this scene, Shuang Yi only trembled at the corner of her mouth. Not to be outdone, Long Yuan's ancient sword cut through the void, and the water dragon spread its wings, wrapping her delicate body.
Bang!
When the two swords touched each other, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the dragon and the crane merged. They both wanted to devour the other, but in the end they were enveloped by the other's power.
The Dragon Abyss Sword is an artifact second only to the Redbud Knight Sword. A virtual sword transformed by will simply cannot compete with it.
After only one exchange, the water dragon had the upper hand, trampling the flamingo under its feet and trampling it back and forth, trampling and destroying it. Even the Holy Sword of the Fierce Sun broke, turned into smoke, and passed away with the wind.
In the end, Abraham's throat was sealed by Long Yuan, his head and body were separated, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Among the magicians who once enslaved Azeroth, who else is dissatisfied and wants to challenge you? Isn't there a real man among you? I think you are all timid rats."
Shuang Yi held up the Long Yuan Sword and faced the group of magicians, "Your Pope has become a waste. If you want to survive, take off the medal that symbolizes the magicians of the sacred temple, break it in half, destroy your cultivation, or kill him."
The Pope, come to express our determination to surrender to our Dragon Clan."
The magicians who lost the protection of the Pope seemed to have lost their faith.
Just like when the Knights lost Gladstone before, without their backbone, their fighting spirit was extinguished.
Especially when faced with a powerful opponent like the Dragon Clan, they had no intention of fighting. They took off the medals on their chests one after another, and then blocked their own acupuncture points, trying to express their sincerity to Shuang Yi by destructing their cultivation in order to gain the strength to survive.
Chance.
But as soon as their medals were picked up, the dragon knights descended from the sky and slaughtered the magicians without restraint.
Within half an hour, the execution ground was stained with blood, and the magician's corpse was everywhere.
"The divine authority that I spent two hundred years establishing was evaporated in just an instant."
The pope was dying, lying in Xiao Luan's arms, and said: "Kill me quickly, don't let me die in the hands of that stinky dragon girl. As the pope, I can't bear this humiliation."
"If you want to live, just take off the medal obediently."
Shuang Yi saw the medal on Xiao Luan's chest at a glance. It was very similar to Abraham, the ancestor of the fire system. He must also be a senior guard magician.
Rather than killing the papal guards directly, Shuang Yi preferred to watch them kneel down and surrender.
"Your Majesty the Pope, please take a step forward. Xiao Luan will arrive soon."
Xiao Luan pressed her palm on the Pope's forehead, and a few white threads seeped in, ending his life.
Then he picked up the broken sword on the ground, held it in his mouth, and cut off ten of his fingers.
"Yes, you are smarter than them. Those idiots would rather destroy their cultivation than kill the Pope they respect."
Shuang Yi put Long Yuan back into the scabbard, took a dog leash from the guard, and threw it to Xiao Luan, "Put it on and follow me back to the Dragon Clan. I happen to be short of a pet."
Xiao Luan, on the other hand, hugged the Pope's body tightly and paid no attention to Shuang Yi's intention.
"I don't want to repeat what I said a second time. Don't challenge the limit of my tolerance."
Shuang Yi winked at the guards beside her, and two dragon knights came to Xiao Luan, punched and kicked her roughly, pushed her down in the ruins, and stomped on her face with the soles of their shoes.
Human magicians rely on spells and seals to perform magic. If they lose their fingers, it is equivalent to destroying their cultivation.
Stab!
The Redbud Knight Sword suddenly flew from the far side and split the two dragon knights into two pieces.
"Huh? What's going on?"
When Shuang Yi saw this scene, she couldn't help but frown.
The Redbud Knight Sword is claimed to be the most powerful artifact in the Magical Continent of Azeroth. The sword is spiritual and will automatically detect the qualifications of the sword holder.
If you are not qualified enough, if you hold it, it will be counterattacked and all your cultivation will be sucked away.
Apart from the Pope and the Monty family, I haven't heard of any other human race being able to control it?
"It's your fault. You can still cast spells without your fingers?"
Shuang Yi looked at Xiao Luan thoughtfully and saw ten blood threads growing out of her broken fingers, half of which were embedded in the Pope's spinal cord, and the other five were connected to King Monty's body.
The sword just now came from King Monty.
"It turned out to be a surviving puppet master. I thought you had been exterminated long ago?" Shuang Yi danced her crystal wings and fled into the sky.
A mere guardian magician is of course nothing to fear in front of the divine weapon Long Yuan, but she controls King Monty and the Pope at the same time, as well as a Bauhinia Knight Sword.
Xiao Luan continuously transported her blood along the white silk to the Pope and King Monty, then looked up to the sky and roared: "I will kill you all! Leave no trace behind."
"Controlling two top experts at the same time will consume you to death." Shuang Yi cast a curse, imprisoning Xiao Luan's body so that she could not leave the ground.
As long as they are still in the sky realm, the Dragon Clan has an almost crushing advantage.
But Xiao Luan didn't care at all and controlled the Pope and King Monty. Since he couldn't catch Shuang Yi, he simply killed the Dragon Knights.
A bloody massacre begins...
Tens of thousands of dragoons have not yet come to their senses, standing there stupidly watching, not knowing what happened?
The sword light and thunder light intersect with each other, which is very scary!
In the blink of an eye, he was silenced and killed.
"Is this the strongest state of human magicians? I really want to go down and learn from it."
But this terrible idea was quickly dismissed by Shuang Yi. Even if he could win by chance under the offensive of the Pope and King Monty, it would definitely be a tragic victory.
Xiao Luan's body was drained of blood, like a mummy, lying on the spot limply, all the white threads were broken, and King Monty and the Pope lost control at the same time.