Disentas is about 130 meters behind Rollin, which is probably the limit of his casting distance. ￡∝

Looking at the opponent ahead, Disentas condensed his mind, and the magic power in his body began to flow into the staff in his hand. Before casting the spell, he said to Samar: "The power of anger in the opponent's body is too strong, and he is always guarding against us, so my legendary magic may not be effective on him. So I am ready to extract the magic power in the gargoyle under him, you are ready."

"I understand." Samar nodded and held the sword in his hand tightly. This sword was the new one, exactly the same as the one that was smashed by his opponent before, and the material was also the same krypton gold, known for its hardness.

Disentas began to mutter something, and about two seconds later, the staff in his hand suddenly pointed at Rollin's temporary mount and said, "Go back to peace, the servant of death!"

Suddenly, a black smoke surged out of the gargoyle, which contained a rich magic of death. At the same time, the gargoyle's wings stopped waving and became a dead object again, planting one end down to the ground.

At this time, no gargoyles were approaching around Rollin. Disentas had already dispersed the gargoyles aside, at least more than 300 meters away from him, and only surrounded him without attacking, ensuring that the opponent could not continue to leverage his strength to escape.

The mount gargoyle suddenly failed, and Luo Lin was also shocked. Almost at the same time, he felt a strong wind coming from behind. From the huge and chaotic aura of death, he knew that the powerful undead sword saint was coming.

This was a thousand meters high, and Luo Lin had already begun to fall, but he was still not at all panic in his heart. He clapped his hand and turned around with the help of the sound to distinguish the position, and stabbed him behind him without hesitation.

"Ding!" With a trembling sound, he blocked his opponent's sword.

At the moment of the confrontation, the vortex force and the attached force on the opponent's sword confronted continuously, making a series of dense vibrations.

After a moment, Luo Lin roughly distinguished the way the force flowed on the opponent's sword.

The full moon sword saint is wild, but at the same time there are many exquisite changes, and the surging and rolling feeling is like waves, but much more violent than waves, so it should be called a tsunami.

If it were the Thunder Sword Saint who faced this sword, he might suffer a loss, but Luo Lin was very familiar with these two strengths. In an instant, he made a reasonable response, mobilized the direction of the vortex force on the sword, and accurately eliminated the terrible energy contained in the surge wave.

Simple force is in conflict, and the magic power that surges at the same time is also colliding.

The power of anger condensed like a crystal flame and the cold magic of death full of destruction were constantly fighting fiercely around the sword body and the sword body.

On one side is the vigorous fire of life, and on the other side is the dead ice that can wither all things, rotating and colliding with their respective strength. On the front of the confrontation, the terrible energy shot everywhere in the form of lightning, making a sound of beeping and popping.

After about half a second, the two sides fought to the point where they were equally matched. Samar's fully prepared attack was blocked by Rollin.

After blocking, Rollin successfully borrowed the strength from his opponent's sword. He turned completely and let himself float in the air for a short time. Without any hesitation, Rollin began to seize the offensive with his opponent.

The cloud-patterned sword, which was still stuck to the opponent's weapon, slid down the opponent's sword body, and wanted to cut the opponent's fingers holding the sword.

Samar concentrates himself, constantly changes his sword power, and seizes the offensive with his opponent. He knows that the opponent has nowhere to rely on his body. As long as he can hold on, the opponent will be at a disadvantage in not long, and then be killed by him with a sword!

Under the fierce confrontation, a bunch of Mars sputtered everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a bunch of explosive fireworks.

In this confrontation, Sameier clearly felt the opponent's strength. Even if the opponent's body did not have any focus, and although the opponent was still carrying someone on his back, Sameier felt that the opponent didn't care at all. He seemed to be confident that he would definitely win.

Samir didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but he did feel an indescribable pressure in his heart, and he felt a brilliant trend from his opponent's response.

"Those who oppose me will be destroyed by me; those who stop me will be crushed into powder by me!" This is what Samar felt.

The forces attached to the swords of both sides were still in a fight, but Sameier was not sure whether he could gain the upper hand. His re-condensation of fighting spirit began to collapse. No, it should be said that he was destroyed by the opponent's will again.

Hesitation and disconfidence emerged in his heart: ‘Can I defeat him?”

This question arose in his mind. This question only existed for a moment and was forced to suppress by Samar, but it was too late. His power operation appeared in a moment of stagnation.

Really, it only takes a moment.

But at this moment, Samar felt his opponent's power suddenly burst out, and he expanded his small mistake to the limit.

The next moment, Samar saw the bright sword edge slashing towards his neck.

This scene was extremely familiar. There were memories of this scene in his soul. On the surface of the Black Water River, the same cold light and the same sword force cut his head.

Samar actually felt a sense of fate in his heart, as if he was destined to be cut off by this sword, and a cold and stiff feeling that was difficult to break through appeared on his body.

"Oh no, it's the residual memory of Morovogen!" Samar was shocked and wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

Just when he thought he would die without a doubt, the sword with a flashing cold light suddenly turned and slashed at a purple-black magic arrow flying next to him.

Disentas' voice came over: "Get back!"

This ** master saved his life.

Samir immediately gave up on the gargoyle beneath him and flew away. Then he saw his gargoyle be occupied by his opponent, and the opponent flew away again.

A gargoyle flew over and caught the fallen Samar.

"Thank you, old man." Samar thanked Disentas with lingering fear. If it weren't for the rescue of this lich at the critical moment, he would probably be finished now.

"Never underestimate him. Samar. He killed Morovogan in a fair showdown!" Disentas warned loudly. When Samar took action just now, he began to release magic on Rollin at the same time, hoping to interfere with his actions. His casting speed was already very fast, and it didn't take a second.

But in just a little while, Samair was in the realm of death. If he was slower, Samair would definitely be killed. If that were the case, he could not stand it alone and could only retreat.

This sword saint is too terrifying.

"I know!" Samar said angrily. He had really tried his best just now.

"I can see that your martial arts are not worse than Morovogen. But Morovogen will not be defeated with one sword. Compared with him, you have less confidence as a true swordsman!" Diesentas hit the nail on the head.

Samar was speechless and silent for a while. He admitted his shortcomings: "My heart is not as firm as the opponent. But this defect cannot be compensated instantly. What should we do?"

"Forcing him to land, we are one of them to him!" said Disentas.

He also has five lichs of the level of high-level magicians. He is adding a master with outstanding martial arts. If he can't beat his opponent like this, then they really have no meaning of existence.

It's very simple to get the other person to land.

Disentas recited a spell and once again let the gargoyle under his opponent's seat sleep.

Rollin, who had lost his flying 'mount', fell down again.

"Damn it!" Luo Lin cursed inwardly, quickly drank a bottle of Feiyu potion, and he began to float in the air.

"Elemental Silence!"

The voice of the lich came over, and then Rollin felt his body weighing down and accelerated to fall again. The effect of his potion was dispelled by the other party.

There were no gargoyles around him to attack him, and the undead sword saint did not come to attack him, which left him helplessly falling down.

It is nearly a thousand meters high here. If he falls down, even if his body is far stronger than ordinary people, he will not be able to withstand such heavy falls.

"Aiona, have a flying technique!" Luo Lin said.

"I don't have much magic power, and I'm afraid I'll be dispelled by the other party if I use it." Aiona looked helpless.

"Then it seems that we can only rely on primitive means." Rollin sighed, and took out the animal skin that he had used to glide from the magic package and handed it to Eona: "Okay, open it, at least it can reduce the speed so that we will not fall to death."

"Okay." Aiona grabbed the parachute of the beast leather card.

Luo Lin held the sword and was on guard for all his might to prevent his opponent from destroying his last slow-falling tool. After looking at him for a while, he found that his opponent had not been close, and he was just watching him from afar, as if waiting for him to land.

After thinking a little, Romon understood the opponent's plan. When he arrived at the ground, he would have a master, five advanced magicians, one undead sword saint, and seven people would have no chance of winning against him.

"I guess I can't beat them." Luo Lin sighed. He really couldn't think of a way to escape from the sky this time. Surrounded by so many magicians, he didn't dare to release the little spirit dragon to ask for help from the airship, because the little spirit dragon could not fly out at all, and it must be the result of being destroyed as soon as it appeared.

Therefore, he could only fight hard to see if he was lucky enough and could seize the few chances of winning.

Aiona seemed not very scared, she actually smiled: "Do you regret it?"

"Forget it, I don't regret this habit." Luo Lin smiled and stared at the gargoyles who followed closely, especially the undead sword saint with his outrageous martial arts skills.

Luo Lin always felt that this guy had a very familiar aura. He seemed to have seen this guy somewhere, but his opponent's face was very unfamiliar, unlike any strong man he had ever seen.

"Where did the Undead find the master? Are there so many masters these days?" Luo Lin was really confused. He killed Morovogen and another one appeared. Although this guy's character is not as terrifying as Morovogen, his martial arts are even better than that old guy. If he gives his opponent enough training, he will definitely be a terrible powerful enemy.

They are still falling, the height is less than 500 meters, and the ground is getting closer and closer.

Aiona suddenly asked, "Rollin, if I were a mortal, would we still be the same as we are now?"

"Your brain is broken? Ask this question at this time?" Rollin could not understand Aiona's brain structure.

"I don't ask at this time, I don't know if there will be any chance in the future." Aiona smiled.

Rollin thought for a while and shook his head, "No, if you are a mortal, we may only know each other at most, and there are not so many troubles."

"I heard Viana's words that night." Eona suddenly said again.

"Which night?"

"The night you tied me to the bridge fortress, you just made me confused, and I didn't really faint."

"Oh. I didn't expect you to have the habit of eavesdropping." Rollin smiled, but he had no time to chat because the ground was close to him.

Unfortunately, this is a plain, with nothing else around except for dead grass, and there is no terrain available at all.

In such a ghost place, the difficulty level rises sharply, no difference is that it is to die.

As soon as he landed, Rollin stopped running because it was useless no matter how he ran, and it had no effect except wasting his physical strength. It would be better to stand and recover his physical strength.

After a while, the Lich and the Undead Sword Saint landed on the ground one after another. They were very careful and landed on the ground from afar, without giving Rollin any chance to attack. The gargoyles surrounded the surroundings and sealed all the escape routes of Rollin.

After standing firmly, the most powerful lich took a step forward. He took off the hood on his head, exposed his snow-white skeleton head, and smiled at Rollin: "Long time no see, the little untouchable in the dock area!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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