The length of the blade is only about one meter, the width of the blade is no more than a finger long, and the whole body is pure and elegant blue, the blue sky and the blue sea, as if it is a line of communication between the sea and the sky, like a dream, although clear and holy, but also so deep that you can't see the boundary. If people's eyes are always staring at that mysterious blue, there must be a feeling of being sucked in. The silver-colored lines formed the blade of the sword, wrapped in a blue-blue sword, as if it was the light of the moon, and it was like the kingdom of God transformed into a holy light on the horizon, in the communication between the sea and the sky.

The decoration of the sword lattice is the branches of a plant, outlining a simple but vigorous picture. The use of plant branches as decorations is a fairy decoration style, but this sword is completely different from the more complex and suspicious art style of modern Fanya elves, and it is very typical of the ancient elven creations of the Age of the Gods.

In addition, the form of the sword is not the leaf-shaped sword of the modern elves, but it is the most common and popular double-edged one-handed straight sword, which can be used by infantry and cavalry, but because of the same, it seems a little mediocre.

All in all, judging from the appearance, this is a ceremonial weapon that is more like a handicraft, and the blue-blue sword master has a clear and warm luster, which makes people wonder if it is made of jade, and it doesn't look like a prop that can be used to kill people.

If it were an ordinary person, he might really think so, but if the Black Duke Angmar would also know such a common man, it would be in vain to blind him to such a big name.

Warm and clear, it seems to be a long sword made of green jade and precious stones, and the pure color is really reminiscent of a clear summer sky and a quiet sea. It's so blue that it calms people; But many people tend to ignore that there will be thunder in the sky. But there are whirlpools hidden in the sea.

The Necromantic Lord had already felt the sense of oppression and divine aura faintly emanating from the blade of the sword. He was sure with the sharpness of that long sword. He should be able to break through his body fused with solid star iron, and the power of demon subjugation, which represents life and order, will also bring indelible damage to the negative energy that constitutes the essence of his undead life.

Miscalculated...... The Black Duke thought to himself. He originally thought that these most difficult opponents should be the current "King of the Night Sky" Hurricane, and Lu Xi, who was full of bad water and carried various small props. Although Gillit's fame is great, it is not so big that the Necromantic Lord can't see through it, and even Lim is more threatening than the half-elf swordsman in Angmar's mind. The strange thing is that this little girl's strength energy level is not high. He didn't understand supernatural methods such as magic and holy light energy, and the four swords were more like a joke in the eyes of the black duke, but the battle consciousness that had been fought so much that it almost became instinctive reminded him that this little girl was very dangerous.

He didn't understand how such a feeling came about, and he couldn't find any evidence to prove it, and even he wondered if he had been having a nervous breakdown lately—though he didn't have any nerves as a mortal detached from the flesh.

In short, Lim really has a demonic aura on her. That could also be a delusion; But the half-elf swordsman Killit's sudden draw of the long sword had already made the Black Duke Angmar feel a strong sense of crisis.

"Ahh It turns out that your hole card is this thing! Lu Xi couldn't seem to hide his surprise at all.

It's clear that they're your allies, so why are you more surprised than me? The Necromantic Lord couldn't help but spit out viciously, and then suddenly realized: Since Lu Xi? Belencaster was so surprised. Does that mean that this blue sword is more dangerous than he expected?

I have to say that the battle at this time has completely departed from the original expectations of the black duke, to this point. Even he has some gains and losses.

Such a situation xù, the table xiàn in fact. It's a trance of no more than a second at a time, and this time is completely enough for a supreme master like a half-elf swordsman. His body catapulted like a cannonball. The interpreter in his left hand was in front of his chest, and the blue sword in his right hand turned into a blue-blue trail of light, slashing towards the black duke.

It was just a seemingly simple stabbing attack, but a sharp sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded from the long sword, as if it was the shouting and charging of thousands of troops. The body of the half-elf swordsman turned into a heavy phantom and afterimage, and the sword body was no longer visible, like a rain of arrows at the speed of light, covering the sky.

"Dangchang!" The first collision between the black duke's black sword and the blue long sword surprised him personally. He knew that if it came to absolute power, none of the young people present who wanted to surround him would be his opponent. This half-elf swordsman named Gillit, although he is very famous, has always been known for his subtle and profound sword skills, and he has never heard of anything beyond ordinary people in terms of brute strength, and the fight just now made him even more sure of this. If according to the "normal" situation, such a hard-hitting sword fight, he himself will not move at all, while the opponent has to retreat or even roll and other actions to be able to defuse the shock of the impact.

But the result once again made the Necromantic Lord feel that his three views were subverted. He has no physical body, but in order to effectively control his body, he uses his mental power to simulate a set of nervous-like body self-warning mechanisms on his "body". And the feedback transmitted to me by this mechanism was that he was hit by the force of the shock to the shoulder, and even caused a body tremor that was almost uncontrollable.

"This is by no means your own strength, what the hell is this sword ......"

Of course, Gillitt would not answer the other party like this, but there was a grin on his slender and delicate face, which in the eyes of ordinary people and friends, it was elegant and gentle and even with a hint of shyness, harmless and cute. However, in the eyes of the Necromantic Lord, who already has a mustard in his heart, this is a face full of treachery and pride, a typical villain's face of triumph.

"Donkey ears that trick you!" The Black Duke let out a loud snort. Once again, his body was covered in a large amount of frost that had gathered together, and the cold qi condensed into countless sword-like ice picks, which crackled and smashed towards Killit, who was close at a moment's notice.

"Boom!" The half-elf's sword danced like a reel to make up for the drop. The ice picks that pounced on him in front of the door and on his torso were knocked away and even shattered one by one. He took another step back from the wind, and then followed. His feet were a little in the void, and his body twisted into an absolutely anti-physical state. It bounced back like this, but the speed was much faster than just now.

"You're like an ugly ape!" The Necromantic Lord still reacted with a cold attitude. Beside him, the pervasive cold air once again dried up, turning into a frost dragon with teeth and claws, wrapped in a pale fog that swam beside the Black Duke, turning into an icy tornado, as if to turn the world around him into a polar world of death.

But this furious ice tornado failed to stop Killit.

The half-elf's body was torn apart by the icy tornado, but it was only for a moment. Illusion in the eyes of the crowd. His "body" shattered like a bubble, but there was no flesh and blood corpse remains, just a wisp of smoke. In a flash, Kiritt's body appeared at the Black Duke's side, and his two swords interlaced into a cross, slashing at the head of the Necromantic Maharaja. At that moment, in the cross-realm where the two swords were intertwined, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed, and people could hardly open their eyes. It was as if the sun's rays had been absorbed into the realm. Then it exploded in an instant.

"Twilight's swordplay, cross flash?"

Twilight Sword is the secret art of the High Elf Sun Knight, and Cross Flash is one of the most famous killer skills in this set. In the swordsman transferring at high speed, and swinging the sword at high speed. Its actions interfere with the flow of air and the illumination of light, and can easily cause fatal interference and dislocation to the enemy's visual and even psychic perception. And at the moment of the move, due to the sudden explosion of sword speed. The flicker that is fast enough to break through the spatial barrier will naturally produce the dazzling flash from before.

It's not just glaring. This flash of light contained supernatural powers that had nothing to do with a qiē magic or divine power. There is the essence of the sword, the purest and most thorough sword qi. Not only can it tear apart matter and magic. It can even cut the link between space and spirit. Even if the above qiē is removed, the flickering brightness alone can blind ordinary people who look directly on the spot.

Of course, the commander of the Necromantic Knight will not be an ordinary person, in the face of such an attack, in the face of this can be destroyed by the naked eye, as well as the purest attributeless sword qi, he just raised his head, and the soul fire in the face of the monarch jumped wildly, and his tone was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze the air, but it seemed to contain the thunder that was ready to be launched: "The Twilight Sword of the Vanya Elf is said to be fast enough to penetrate space!" I've never believed in it, this kind of bells and whistles, as long as it's faster than you, isn't it? ”

The cold ice once again condensed into a pale elemental sword, and then intertwined into a large dense sword network, which collided violently with Killit's sword qi, and the piercing explosion sound was endless, and even the surrounding space brought a faint vibration, as if an earthquake had suddenly occurred.

The half-elf swordsman's "cross flash" was framed, because he only had two swords after all. However, the Necromantic Lord's spiritual power was able to control every inch of his magic power like a finger, as well as the sword of the ice elemental drawn by this magic power. Although these swords were temporarily condensed with frost, they were by no means inferior to first-class divine weapons in sharpness and sturdiness.

A terrifying scarlet aura filled the cracks in the bones and armor around the Necronomicon Lord, flowing on the ground, turning into a river-like trajectory, and faintly, there seemed to be a terrible and terrifying scream echoing throughout the space. At this moment, the Black Duke seemed to have turned into a god of death who controlled the kingdom of kings, and released the Styx, which was full of painful spirits and ghosts, to the world.

The blood in the River Styx turned into countless blood-red points of light and floated into the air, ready to blast towards the half-elf swordsman. But at this moment, half of the Necromantic Lord's body was enveloped by a sudden explosion. He stumbled involuntarily in his steps, and soon regained his balance. However, the surrounding blood-red points of light disappeared one after another as if they had been punctured by balloons.

The Necromantic Lord's move was like a killer weapon for the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and it was interrupted like this.

The parties who were fighting were not aware of this, but behind the light curtain, the necromantic knights who had tried their best to break open the shield and rush over to support were all stunned, although most of them didn't even have eyes and mouths.

This trick of the Black Duke Angmar. It is indeed one of his killer features, and it is indeed named "Styx". In the memories of these necromantic knights. When their commander unleashes this move, the enemy is not turned into blood by the negative energy that represents pure death. Becoming a part of the River Styx is either a matter of falling out of the river of blood and fleeing instantly, and there is never a third outcome.

"Huhu...... Lu Xi? Belencaster! "The fire of the soul beats, flickering with an uncertain light; Behind Ugin's mask, there was the sound of gnashing teeth. Just now, it was Lu Xi's sneak attack that interrupted the Black Duke Angmar's ultimate.

The opponent's magic power is not great, and the direct damage to the Necromantic Lord is almost negligible. If only that's all. Angmar would never take such a thing to heart. But this painless magic attack actually interfered with his control of negative energy and bloody aura, making his combat skills directly out of control, and almost erupted into a backlash that would hurt him.

"How did you interfere with my control of negative energy?"

"If I hadn't prepared a little bit, would I have rushed over and pushed the boss so stupidly?" Lu Xi replied, his calf stepped on another sliding step, and his body had already shifted to the right side of the necromantic army. The Dawn Knight's long sword wrapped around the evil-shattering Cang Yan, and once again slashed at the opponent's waist.

"Be a clever boy!" The Black Duke commented.

The Necromantic Lord recognized that it was the spiritual footwork of the ancient Auckland knights' swordsmanship, although he was a little surprised in his heart that Lu Xi would have this kind of swordsmanship that had been lost. But that's all, it's more of a sense of absurdity when encountering someone with an axe.

The footwork of Auckland's classical swordsmanship may seem to the average swordsman to be a gorgeous tactical footwork with both an elegant sense of rhythm and a sense of deadly usefulness. But in front of the battle-hardened Black Duke is a lame dance. If it was in normal times, he only needed to wipe the blade sideways along the sliding step of the opponent's rotation.

However, he had just made such a judgment. I had to change my attention again. After all, the commander of the Death Knight was not fighting Lu Xi alone. In fact, just when Lu Xi was just sideways. The colorless light was already coming straight in, as fast as lightning. The Black Duke had barely seen the flickering speed of light, and the actual attack was only half a step away from his face.

The black duke swung his sword to block this light, but he didn't feel the imaginary impact of magic power, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Immediately, he was horrified to find that at that moment, he had completely lost control of the magic power around him. In an instant, the sword net condensed by frost, the scarlet mist, and the skeletal armor around the Necromantic Lord, the offensive and defensive means that he had built with his own magic power, all fell apart and turned into meaningless elemental flashes.

"The Great Cleavage?!" The frightened and angry Black Duke only had time to glance at the little girl who had just released the magic in the distance, the contemporary "King of the Night Sky", Lu Xi's sword was already hanging on his waist.

Mithril's blade was directly aimed at the alloy armor doped with star iron, and if such a fancy hard encounter was resisted to the end, it was really impossible to say who would win the final victory; But what Lu Xi can be sure of is that even if his sword can't break through the defense of the Necromantic Lord in terms of physical attacks, the sapphire fire wrapped in the blade that burns fiercely and has a strong restraint on the power of the undead will definitely be able to cause considerable damage to the enemy.

Sure enough, he heard a sound of "Z", like the sound of boiling metal meeting cold snow water, and the Necronomicon let out a muffled snort, took a step back, and barely swung his sword to block Lu Xi, who was about to take the opportunity to make up for two more swords. There didn't seem to be any obvious scratches or tears in his waist and abdomen, but with a blue flame still burning, it was beating violently, and there was no sign of extinguishing it at all.

The Black Duke Angmar let out a cry mixed with pain and rage, and before his body could fully regain his balance, he returned to his sword and slashed back, and the blade glowing with ash flames instantly reached Lu Xi's Heavenly Spirit Cover. The Necromantic Lord is the Necromantic Monarch, if it is a heads-up, this round, Lu Xi may have injured the other party, but his head will definitely be halved on the spot like a watermelon.

"Phew!" Four long swords of different shapes and lengths flashed over, blocking the path of the black sword. A doll-like figure also stood in front of Lu Xi, although she was a girl who looked so fragile and petite, she was as indestructible as a towering mountain.

"How many times have I said that. Black Duke, the biggest difference between me and you. It's just that I have a little friend! And everyone is a little friend who can be entrusted with their backs and even their lives! "Although it is true. But the lines that always felt a little higher in shame and middle and second degrees came out of Lu Xi's air again as a matter of course, and he reached out his staff, and reached for the wound that was still burning on the opponent's waist, releasing a fixed-point blast that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

The destruction magic of the eighth ring could not even break the defense of the black duke in the past, but at this opportune time, it exerted an effect that the magic of the ninth ring and even the tenth ring could not seem to produce. I only heard a loud "boom", and the steel armor finally had a physical wound that could be seen by the naked eye, and the armor around the waist was lifted. A deep opening was blown up that was more than two fingers wide.

Sure enough, there was nothing in the gap, and there was nothing under the appearance of this iron giant.

However, this does not mean that the iron armor is an empty shell.

The commander of the Death Knights, the Black Duke Angmar, seemed to be holding on to it at last, and he staggered backwards, even using his sword as a crutch. I struggled to pestle it, so I didn't fall to my knees.

At this moment, the unforgiving Gillett leapt to his side again and slashed with his sword. The so-called taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the half-elf swordsman seems to have done this kind of thing before, and he has won three of them. is really worthy of a veteran "war wild dog".

"Rats!" The Necro Lord roared in rage. Although he has lived for so many years, the vocabulary of swearing in his head seems to be barren to the point of being sideways. It is estimated that the name shouted just now is already his limit. Lu Xi shook his head pityingly and saw the blood mist rise again. A circular light curtain shield was formed, blocking the blue long sword, allowing the space to once again form a sense of shock caused by the impact of magical power. Such a light curtain shield formed by the bloody aura may be easily blocked even by the dragon's breath, and the half-elf swordsman may even suffer a lot of damage from the backlash between this powerful power hedge.

That's what the Necronomicon was calculating, and he was ready to do it. However, when he was about to exert his strength again, the corner of his eye was focused on: Lu Xi who was rushing up to support? Belencaster shook his head again, his eyes of pity even more obvious.

"This ...... What the hell is this......" Before his doubts could turn into panic, he only felt that his left shoulder was empty, and something seemed to have been taken away from a certain part of his body, and it was suddenly much lighter.

In everyone's sight, the blue sword was indeed blocked by the light curtain, but the shadow of the sword turned into a transparent air blade, drilled out from the vibration of space, and cut into the shoulder of the Necromantic Lord. The armored body made of the alloy of Xingchen iron, under such a slash, had no ability to block at all, as fragile as flour, and one arm was stripped of the black duke's body.

The roar of the Necronomicon Lord turned into a substantial spiritual power, the blood-red light curtain turned into a blood-red sky-high flame, and the poignant and sharp banshee screaming technique that directly acted on the human soul suddenly burst out, shocking everyone involuntarily in a trance.

The first blow of Killitt was also a backflip, and only then did the wolf get out of the sky-high blood light. He staggered backwards, and almost immediately bumped into Lu Xi's body, if it weren't for the latter's quick help, he would definitely fall into the extreme flat sand and goose style.

"Thank you...... Why don't you have anything at all? Gillitt felt as if there were twenty ducks shouting in his mind now, and when he saw Lu Xi with a calm face, he suddenly felt a little unbalanced.

"How can a Saint Seiya be hit by the same move?" Lu Xi smiled, and then pulled out a lump of cotton from each ear: "Of course, it is impossible to say that it is not affected." However, to deal with this trick, the main thing is mental power, of course I'm not as good as you when it comes to swordsmanship, but after all, we are also spellcasters, so we can't always have mental power and not as good as you? ”

Killitt looked back at the wind in the distance, which was also full of calmness, and said that this statement was still very reasonable, but he glanced at Lim from the corner of his eye, and choked, "Oh...... Then this little girl doesn't seem to have anything to do with her. ”

"Lim is special, uh, no way, there are so many unnatural things that have happened to her that I am completely indifferent."

Lim tilted her head and looked at Lu Xi, revealing a puzzled and confused look, as if she were a kitten. However, she quickly turned her head back and stared at the enemy boss in front of her, her expression did not change, but her eyes froze again, and her eyes looked like a big cat crawling towards its prey.

Before Killit could say anything, his body was enveloped in a warm air current, and the cold, bloody, and dead air that he had suffered in his body was also evaporated and dissolved in an instant. He was almost ready to stretch and find a place to sleep, but Lucky remembered that he was in the middle of the battle, so he turned around and made a gesture of thanks to the three "clergymen" in the distance.

"Sure enough, when dealing with this kind of foul-smelling and dead guy, there is no more reassuring partner than the clergy."

"That's of course.,To push the boss.,If there's no nurse.,It's pure gambling on life.,Although it's a method to rely on DPS and MT to kill.,But it's too risky.。 After all, we only have one life now, and we can't do it if we're not careful! ”

"Well, I still don't understand the first half of your sentence...... The second half of the sentence means that you used to have a lot of lives? ”

"Alas, Brother Gillit, every qiē in the past is an illusion, cherish the one in front of you, it is real!" Lu Xi sighed: "To be honest, if I had known that you had this sword, maybe I wouldn't have waited for the nurse to reach the end, and I would rush up and kill it." ”

"Oh, looks like you recognize my sword." The half-elf swordsman showed a surprised expression: "When I got it, I only went to the library to check the books for a month before I was sure. ”

"Hehehe, if anyone on this planet can become the legendary god of golden pupil identification, it can only be the protagonist. If Brother Gillit wants to open an antique shop in Neosphia, he will rob the tomb...... Ah no, the business of archaeology and collecting, when this battle is over, let's talk about it seriously. ”

"yes, it's time to talk about it." The half-elf swordsman said seriously, and then moved his hands sideways, once again making a move to prepare for battle. The interpreter of the left hand is still in the posture of Twilight swordsmanship, and the blue long sword in the right hand is a movement that cannot be seen at all, but just by virtue of such a starting movement, people feel a feeling like an abyssal mountain, impeccable, as if it is one with heaven and earth.

This guy really hasn't moved yet. This guy really wants to go against the sky again. In other words, it really doesn't matter if you jump out so unscrupulously to steal the limelight from me, the protagonist? Lu Xi suddenly felt that his mood was particularly complicated at this time. (To be continued......)

PS: It's late today, so it's a 7,000-word chapter, do you dare to give a ticket?