The sword came extremely quickly.

It was almost as if the sky was about to darken, and a light lit up.

Like the dawn of dawn.

Neither Moro nor this Mist Spirit had expected this sudden situation - or rather, the Mist Spirit had expected it a long time ago, because he had realized that something was wrong when he launched an attack on the Green Keep and only found three Sanctuary powerhouses, so he had always been wary of destroying the Sanctuary powerhouses he had deployed in the west. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the strength of this Sacred Domain powerhouse was so strong, and what made him even more shocked was that he didn't find out about the approach of this Sacred Domain powerhouse.

At this moment, it was too late for this fog spirit to dodge, so he could only take this sword hard.

But fortunately, he expected such a situation from the beginning, so he lured the opponent early to use the destruction of the attack to make this magic array unknowingly successfully arranged.

In the face of this powerful sword, countless dead qi surged out frantically and then converged on the side of the misty spirit, quickly forming a gray ball, just like he had used to trap the gray-haired middle-aged man before. It's just that compared to the previous sphere, the real strength of this gray sphere is in the outer part, after all, this time it is used to block the terrifying sword, not to prevent the people trapped in the sphere from escaping from inside.

Moro on the side wanted to go up to help, but the strong dead aura not only completely protected the fog spirit, but also formed an extremely corrosive force that swept towards Moro. If Moro wants to support, then he will inevitably be swept away by this force, judging by the rich death aura on it, I am afraid that Moro will not be able to withstand the power inside, eight times out of ten. Nine will be hit hard.

Moro is not afraid of death. But that doesn't mean he's stupid.

He was willing to pay for Hashas's life, but that was also on the premise of inflicting heavy damage on the enemy. And now that Hashas has begun to evacuate in the direction of the primeval forest, and even if he is seriously injured, he will not be able to cause any substantial damage to this fog spirit, so of course he will not attack rashly and put his life into it.

However, Moro did not just evacuate, but chose to avoid the impact and destruction of the corrosive force. Still staring at this fog spirit. He also wanted to look for an opportunity to inflict heavy damage on his opponent, because he knew very well that only by dealing with this fog spirit, then the current undead army, which had swelled to more than 100,000 in size, could be truly defeated.

As for complete annihilation, Moro didn't have the idea or the mood.

At this time, the extremely sharp sword light had already rushed in front of the gray ball and collided with it fiercely.

"Bang!"

An extremely dull explosion sounded from the air.

Although the sound was extremely terrifying, it could even be clearly seen that nearly one-third of the entire gray sphere had been directly turned into gray mist particles in this collision. Like a haze, it was obviously completely broken by this sword. However, the sword light was also much dimmer at this time, and both the fog spirit and Moro could clearly feel that this sword light was no longer enough to continue the follow-up attack.

In a practical sense, this encounter can only be regarded as a draw.

But!

A large amount of dead qi poured out frantically at this time, and then converged on this spherical body, and the originally destroyed area was immediately repaired quickly at an astonishing terrifying speed!

It's almost just a blink of an eye. This spherical body had already returned to its original appearance before being shattered by this brilliant sword light, and its speed was so fast that even Moro on the side did not have time to support it. Wait until the gray ball is back to normal. After the light of the sword light dimmed slightly, Moro also saw that the tip of the small section of the sword that pierced the sphere was also wrapped in the sphere.

Inside the sphere, there was a slightly wanton rampant laughter of the fog spirit.

The intense brilliance emanating from the sword had completely faded, and Moro was already able to see the identity of the person who stabbed the sword from a distance that suddenly crossed hundreds of meters in a force that broke through the sky.

Of course. The identity of the person in front of him really surprised Moro at all.

This person is Shaun. Connelly!

The man he had seen a few times in the Black Swan Castle of the Void Duchy.

He still remembered that the man felt unusually cold to him at that time, like an active volcano that had been silent for a while. From the very beginning he knew the horror of what the Grand Duke was hiding. It's just that at that time, he remembered that the other party's strength seemed to be just a lower-rank holy domain, but the momentum displayed at this time was no longer below him - maybe he was not as good as him in the current strength realm, at least he hadn't really stepped into the high-level holy domain, but in Moro's intuition, it made him clearly understand that if he and this big buster, it would be 100% sure that the battle would end with his fall.

Ignoring Moro hovering beside him for the time being, Sean's attention was entirely focused on the misty spirit in front of him.

At this time, the Black King in his hand was trapped by the sphere that was a bit like haze particles, although Sean didn't know what kind of skill it was, but he could feel the thick aura of death and the extraordinarily large aura of resentment on this sphere.

At this moment, Sean suddenly realized that the large-scale magic array below was triggered by the soul power of these undead creatures as sacrifices, and its effect was to allow the undead who entered the influence range of the magic array to obtain a certain degree of strength strengthening. Of course, at the cost of these undead creatures that form the magic array, they will be treated as consumables, and once the soul power is consumed, they will completely lose their ability to act, and they will no longer be able to act.

It's just that not to mention when the magic array composed of tens of thousands of undead creatures below will really lose its effect, just say that the souls of those who died in battle in this green castle are all trapped in this land, and it can be inferred that the strength of this undead army is very light.

After thinking about this, Sean's expression became even more gloomy.

The wrist of his right hand shook slightly, and a strange vibration force was transmitted to the Black King, and the black long sword that was originally trapped and completely unable to move suddenly made a slight vibration. Soon, these vibrations began to affect the entire gray sphere, causing the sphere, which had been completely solidified, to tremble. Faintly even beaten back to a misty form.

The fog spirit hiding inside, the wild smug laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Do you think I can't do anything about you if you hide inside and trap the tip of my sword?" Sean sneered, "You're killing yourself." ”

The next moment, an extremely violent aura suddenly erupted.

A white brilliance actually burst out of the shell of the sphere, followed by the second and third. Then more and more pillars of white light broke through the sphere. However, in the blink of an eye, the entire spherical body had been pierced by countless pillars of light, and then directly exploded - the entire spherical body was directly destroyed by Sean with great force from the inside to destroy the fundamental structure, resulting in the collapse of the whole.

The fog spirit was a little embarrassed to break through the fog and retreat sharply.

Sean snorted coldly: "Want to escape? ”

Sean did not pursue, but raised the long sword in his hand, made a forward posture in mid-air, and the Black King in his right hand stabbed forward.

Suddenly, countless dense sword shadows broke through the sky that season.

Soul Suppression!

Everything in this world was completely suppressed in an instant. Even if this fog spirit wanted to escape, in the face of this terrifying momentum, he suddenly felt that he couldn't resist, and he could only watch as these countless sword shadows stabbed towards his body. And the only thing he could do was to move his body slightly under this terrifying momentum, as much as possible to avoid being directly killed by Sean's sword.

A sword stabbed out, as if time was eternally frozen, but in fact, it was only a second for others.

Maybe Sean's sword is still not powerful enough. Or maybe it was the luck of this fog spirit, Sean's sword didn't explode at close range after all. It gave the other party more room to maneuver, so it was only hit hard, but the core was not destroyed. Therefore, at the cost of serious injuries, this fog spirit still dragged only half of his body to hide in the area of influence of the huge necromantic magic array, and repaired his body with the help of that huge undead power.

Naturally, Sean couldn't let it recover so easily.

He knew that in the final analysis, it was still his own trick that was not powerful enough to suppress the soul.

Although from the moment he made a move. First, he attacked with a soul slashing attack, and then he destroyed the spherical body with a soul break, and the consumption of fighting qi was a little large, which caused his final soul suppression power to be slightly weaker. But it's just a hundred-sword-level soul suppression, and in the realm where the enemies are basically the powerhouses of the Holy Realm now. It's really a bit insufficient-according to Sean's estimate, at least two hundred swords must be at the level of the sword to be able to kill these Sanctuary powerhouses, otherwise it's just a sword move that can hurt people.

Sean also knew that with his current situation, it was completely impossible to stab two hundred swords in one second. If he was given a lot of time to practice martial arts, then he would naturally be able to reach this level, but unfortunately, he didn't have so much time to practice martial arts, and his busy work took up almost all of his time, if it wasn't for his systematic assistance, I am afraid that he would not be able to reach the middle holy realm from the Bronze Realm in such a short period of six or seven years.

The only situation where he could make the power of the Soul Suppression have a strong threat to the powerhouses of the Sacred Domain was only after he broke through to the Upper Sacred Domain. From the beginning of stepping into the Sanctuary Realm, in addition to the strengthening and improvement of the body, the simple realm improvement will not increase the attribute value, but will improve the skills and various other aspects of combat ability.

It is precisely because of this that the soul of the town has become a bit of a chicken rib in Sean's hands now - too far away is worthless, and if the distance is too close and it is a strong melee battle, soul breaking and soul slashing are better choices than soul control.

And in the face of undead creatures like the fog spirit, it is no longer enough to see just a pure hurting martial art.

As undead creatures, the core of their true lifeline is the soul beads flowing in their bodies, and only by destroying this can they truly destroy them, otherwise it will only weaken their strength at most. In a sense, the fog spirit is a bit like a lich that relies on the life box to survive, but it is not as perverted as the lich even if it is destroyed, as long as there is a life box, it can be resurrected, if there is no enough external stimulation and assistance, once the fog spirit's undead fog is destroyed, it is meaningless to leave only the soul bead.

A large amount of death aura frantically poured into the fog spirit's body, making his translucent body gradually become more condensed.

But the sword that Sean had just stabbed. The power is indeed quite good, so the cost of reshaping the body of the misty spirit is much greater than before.

Sean just glanced at it and found that it had used up almost one-third of the power of the entire magic array. However, it was at this moment that Sean also discovered that the souls that were originally wandering around the Green Castle were also used as some kind of fuel at this time, and were dragged into it by this magic array. It turned into new energy and fuel, and began to replenish the previous consumption of the entire magic array.

This discovery made Sean's brow furrow.

He realized that if he didn't solve this magic circle first, he would be stuck in a never-ending vicious circle. However, since this fog spirit regained its physical body, its aura was much weaker than before, and there was even a more obvious drop in the realm, and Sean knew that this magic array was actually not omnipotent.

"You go help them." Sean turned his back to Moro and said lightly. "Just leave it to me here. …… Find Hasas, I have something to look for him. ”

If it was before, Moro might have doubted whether Sean's strength was enough to deal with it, but at this moment, seeing that he had hit this fog spirit so easily, Moro naturally wouldn't ask anything. He knew that even if he made his own shot, he would definitely not be able to do it as easily as Sean, and just looking at the few swords that Sean had just shot, he knew that the Void Grand Duke in front of him had reached the level of transcendent sainthood in terms of swordsmanship.

People like that. Even if the personal realm is not as good as himself, his actual combat ability is definitely more terrifying than his own.

After all, the Sanctuary Realm. Except for the obvious difference between the lower and upper positions, the true Sacred Domain powerhouse does not judge the level of combat power by the realm. And to put it bluntly, the realm of the Sanctuary is actually a process of self-examination for people to hone their combat skills and develop their physical abilities.

With a slight nod, Moro turned and hurried towards the battlefield below.

This time, it was the turn of the misty spirit not to act rashly.

It's ridiculous that the scene that had been a few minutes ago had been turned upside down at this point.

Looking at the mist spirit in front of him. Sean suddenly spoke: "You are from the fascist kingdom? ”

"What?" The fog spirit didn't quite understand what Sean meant, and the doubts in his voice were obviously not fake.

"It doesn't look like so." Sean said softly.

He originally thought that the fog spirit in front of him was the fog spirit next to the fascist kingdom Wise, and it was this guy who caused Anno's death, and he thought that he could get the interest back here first. Unexpectedly, this fog spirit is not the one of the Fascist Kingdom Wyster family - but think about it. Sean also thinks it's normal, because undead creatures like fog spirits don't usually come close to humans.

The fog spirit he had seen before was the first fog spirit he knew that would approach a human.

Facing Sean, this fog spirit is not as easy as it seems on the surface.

From the series of encounters just now, he, like Moro, had already discovered that Sean was definitely at an extraordinary level in terms of swordsmanship. A swordsman of this level can already be called a sword master, and even some strong people whose strength has reached the legendary realm may not have such an excellent swordsmanship level as Sean.

Therefore, he naturally didn't dare to act rashly, especially at this time, his strength had dropped extremely significantly, and he could barely maintain the level of the first entry into the mid-rank holy realm. In this way, compared to Sean, it seems that his combat power is lower. However, he is not without a way to recover, as long as this magic array still exists, he can continuously absorb dead qi to restore and strengthen his own strength, the only flaw is that this recovery speed is relatively slow.

Of course, in addition to this, he also needs to pay special attention to the fact that he can't let Sean destroy his body again, otherwise he may have difficulty maintaining himself in the middle of the holy realm.

So he wished that Sean would talk to him more, because the longer the time dragged on, his strength would recover well.

It's just a pity that Sean is also a seasoned battlefield veteran, how could he make such a low-level mistake. He would open his mouth just to know if the other party's real body was from the fascist kingdom, and since it wasn't, Sean naturally had no interest in asking about other things.

So the next moment, he rushed towards the mist spirit without hesitation.

His speed was extremely fast, and it could almost be said that he burst out without reservation.

In the face of Sean's rapid sprint, the fog spirit also seemed extremely serious, and his hands even condensed two blades similar to stabbing swords.

The fog spirits are just a subgroup of the undead race, they are a kind of magic condensation, they can retain the intelligence, abilities, etc. when they are alive, so the weapons, combat skills and methods used by different fog spirits are also different. This fog spirit's weapon is a two-handed stabbing sword, which is supposed to be a tricky raid combat style, and may not be very good at head-to-head encounters.

It's just that at the moment, this fog spirit doesn't have many combat options, and Sean's speed of eruption is far beyond his imagination.

But!

Just as Sean sprinted to ten meters away from the fog spirit, his figure did not charge forward, but fell directly to the ground. Sean almost pressed the center of gravity of his whole body underneath, which caused him to fall extremely fast, so fast that as soon as this fog spirit reacted, Sean was already not far from the ground.

"Damn it!" The mist spirit let out a roar of rage, and hurried after him.

It's just a pity that although he is not slow, he is far less fast than Sean because of this suddenness. So even if this fog spirit reacted, it was obviously impossible to stop Sean from landing.

Really!

Sean fell to the ground more than twice as fast as the fog spirit.

Coupled with Sean's unreserved all-out falling bombardment, a sandstorm suddenly appeared on the ground, and the area that was the center of Sean's fall, the ground within a radius of 100 meters directly collapsed, and this terrible impact force even directly shook the undead in the range into bone pieces.

But all this is not over.

Sean quickly rushed out of the sandstorm that had spread into the air, and like a black lightning bolt, it burst into the other groups of undead. And with every time Sean rushed in, a black sword would rise, splitting all the undead into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables, and then rushed towards the group of undead on the other side, continuing to repeat the previous attack action.

In a moment, the aura of death that was constantly permeating the entire huge magic array was suddenly stagnant, and then completely disappeared.

Obviously, this special magic array was directly destroyed by Sean by forceful means.

All of this made the fog spirit who only kept chasing and blocking Sean's destruction of the magic array extremely angry. It's a pity that Sean's destruction and charge are simply irregular, so he can only follow Sean's ass and chase all the time, but he has never been able to stop Sean.

"Now, it's our turn." It took almost no effort to destroy the entire magic array, and Sean finally stopped, and then turned his head to look at the mist spirit. (To be continued.) )

PS: Two chapters in one, one of which is to make up for yesterday's arrears. At present, I still owe three more.