Chapter 73 The battle between magicians

The night star in silver lock armor and the blood-red robe bombarded together like ice and fire. The ravenly knife in the night star's hand was sharp and smooth, and the blood stained on the battlefield had not solidified. With a wave, the dotted blood beads flew away and killed Shura with unstoppable momentum. After abandoning the war horse, Ye Xingchen felt more comfortable killing. Naturally, he didn't expect to kill Shura at once. He just wanted to see how big the gap between himself and Shura was!

Shura also gave up the spell he was good at. The long sword condensed with flame looked weightless and waved lightly, but at the moment when the night star's knife cut on the flame sword, it made a sound of golden fighting. Shura's face, which was originally careless and slightly playful, suddenly became solemn - the power of the night stars was terrible. When the two fought with each other, his wrists and arms were shaken with pain. He has lived for more than 300 years, and his body rarely feels real pain.

At the first blow, although Shura blocked the knife of the night stars, his body fell back uncontrollably, and **'s feet rubbed a mark on the gravel of the wasteland. Before he recovered, Ye Xingchen's second knife was killed again. His knife speed was too fast to catch the knife road at all, as if there were silver knives around him. The teenager did not say a word, slashed the knife with an expressionless face, did not roar, and silently used what he had learned with the person he had hated for so many years.

The casual smile on Shura's face disappeared. Under the full attack of the night stars, he could only fight. His dark red pupils shrank together. When he watched Ye Xingchen kill people with a knife, he couldn't help but think of a person - Emperor Mengyang Linxi. When he first saw Wan Yunjun, who was still the third prince, he also did not hesitate to cut down along his shoulder with a sword. Their expressions, movements and momentum were the same. It's horrible!

Will the night stars become another Lin Xi emperor? Thinking of this, Shura felt that he was so excited that he was about to tremble. He watched the night star killing on the battlefield. His blood-red eyes even felt palpitations. He had grown so much in just four years, which really made him ecstatic. This world needs people like Emperor Lin Xi too much. If Ye Xingchen is more enthusiastic than Emperor Lin Xi, he can even give up Emperor Lin Xi and choose Ye Xingchen to complete his wish to embrace the world in his arms!

It's just that Ye Xingchen is a magician with noble blood. How can the power of human samurai satisfy him?

"ceng--" At the moment of Shura's split, Ye Xingchen suddenly frustrated and rushed forward. His body seemed to be soft and boneless, bypassing his sharp and hot flame sword. The two were so close that they seemed to be able to see the pores and muscle strength on each other's face. Shura looked down at the night stars, and the teenager also looked up at Shura. There was no look on his indifferent and handsome face, but the mottled blood on his armor calmed him with a cruel murderous intention.

"Turn the wolf front--" The night star suddenly roared, and his waist suddenly twisted, and the Wenyun knife turned out a perfect arc, as if this was the most complete thing in the world, with a wolf-like sound, and the long knife cut horizontally to Shura's waist.

'Turning Wolf Front' is the most lethal knife skill in close combat. First of all, you have to get close to the enemy. At this time, there is little space for you to swing the knife vigorously. You can only use the strength of your waist to drive the knife to rotate. Often the enemy will choose to retreat at this time, but the speed of retreat can not catch up. The speed of the knife arc? The enemy who chooses to retreat will be swept by the knife wind, or their stomachs will be cut open, or their waists will be cut into two pieces - when the knife arc rotates, the closer it is to the tip of the knife, the faster the speed and the greater the strength! When encountering the turning wolf front, you can't choose to retreat. When the opponent approaches his body, he can only take a step forward at the moment when his waist drives the knife body. The closer the turning wolf front is to the handle, the smaller the strength. This is just injury and will not be killed by the enemy!

But Shura didn't understand this. He only felt that the knife arc rotating by the night stars was perfect and sharp, and his flame knife could not be stopped at such a close distance. An unprecedented sense of crisis penetrated his body like an electric current, and his blood-red pupils suddenly shrank, and his body instantly turned into a flame and disappeared.

Night Xingchen only felt that he perfectly launched this blow and cut the wolf front on the beam of flame. He did not have the dull feeling when he cut the human body, and his face couldn't help but become difficult to look.

A few steps ahead, the flame recondensed into Shura's body. He bent down and rested on the ground with the flame sword in his hand, covering his stomach with the other hand - his abdomen was cut by a nearly a foot-long wound by the wolf front, and dark red blood gushed out along the edge of the knife, but the blood burned in mid-air without waiting to fall to the ground. It was clean, as if Shura's body was not bleeding, but a blazing flame.

His handsome and gorgeous face became gloomy - he really felt the crisis of death at that moment. If he hadn't launched his spell and moved out instantly, I'm afraid he would have been cut off! The sorcerer is not immortal. When the fatal blow exceeds the limit of his own resilience, the sorcerer will also be killed! More than 300 years ago, Wan Yanliunian and Huangfu Jinglan took 100,000 warriors into the forest and buried the last magician tribe with human life.

I was almost killed - at the thought of this, Shura's face became more and more gloomy and terrible! His body bent like a bow, as if it would be broken at any time. His scarlet hair hung down, blocking his face and couldn't see what expression it was. He muttered a spell, and the wound in his abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark red muscles rolled up, as well as all kinds of internal organs in the wound squirmed and healed together. In the blink of an eye, his abdomen seemed to have not been injured, leaving only a faint white mark!

A scar! The night stars gave him a scar!

Suddenly, he smiled and stood up straight again. His body was straight like a sharp sword, but his handsome face smiled fiercely, and his dark red eyes were as if he were about to drip blood. He laughed and said dewryly, "Very good! Very good, Ye Xingchen, you almost killed me just now. With the humble knife skills of human warriors, you almost killed me, a magician with noble blood... Very good..."

"I know I can't kill you... It's too easy to kill the magician with a knife! Don't forget that my father is also the human humble warrior you said. He died under your spell, and today, I almost killed you with the tricks of the human warrior. If you hadn't used the spell in the end, I'm afraid you would have died..." Ye Xingchen raised the cloud knife in front of him and looked at the black and red blood on the blade. Yu Shura's blood, he watched the dark red suddenly jump and burn, leaving nothing.

Shura's eyes were cold, and the night stars poked his pain! Since he came out of the forest, he has always been arrogant and confident. He chose to duel with the night star in the way of a human samurai. He should not finally escape with a spell, but he doesn't want to die, only to launch a spell! Looking at Ye Xingchen standing a few steps away in front of him and looking at himself indifferently, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

The coral-red eyes are cold and ruthless, and the beautiful face is like a snowy mountain in the far north. The pure and white, the sharp scarlet lips are squeezed together, and the long black hair is like a waterfall behind them. Despite his blood-stained armor, the young emperor-like momentum squeezed him crazily! What made Shura feel most uncomfortable were Ye Xingchen's eyes. Those eyes were like Mengfan God, who loved, hated and feared, looking at him coldly. The feeling that made him feel that he was nothing was also felt in this teenager!

Shura was speechless. The teenager in front of him had grown as tall as him. His eyes inherited his mother, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp, and even his face was similar to that of that woman - Shura became more and more afraid in his heart, which was simply the second dream Fan God! It is enough for a person with such powerful power in the world. This teenager is clearly another dream god!

He was secretly afraid, Mengfan God, what on earth do you want to do?

However, after all, he wants to hate that woman! Although in front of her, the little boy who always felt that he was still in the forest of discovery and followed him always felt that he was nothing... But she clearly said that everything had changed and he could never go back. The forest was also full of corpses and full of decay. There were hundreds of thousands of warriors buried bones, and the sun could not shine into the forest. There is a wandering fog. That small magician tribe no longer exists, leaving only him and that woman!

Everything has changed, and he has also changed... He wants to embrace the world in his arms and then smash it fiercely. How can he show weakness? How can he weaken?

Suddenly, he laughed loudly, his eyes were red and crazy, and the whole wilderness was full of his laughter. "Night stars, we are magicians. Don't forget your bloodline and the power of human warriors. I may not be your opponent. Let's try the power of magicians again!" As soon as the words fell, dense runes appeared on his body. The complicated runes emerged from his chest and climbed all the way to his neck. There were even runes on his handsome face. He was really like a ghost! A strong momentum like an ancient wild beast gushed out of the body, and half of the grassland was filled with that frightening shock, which was the feeling brought by the pure blood magician to launch the peak power.

Ye Xingchen stepped back two steps, and the magnificent pressure gushed out of Shura's body, like hitting a solid wall, full of squeezed pain. He saw that the sand and stone on the ground was destroyed into a wisp of dust by this pressure. He saw that the knife in his hand was like soft sheepskin and twisted arbitrarily. The fine iron knife was deformed and was destroyed in an instant. Even the silver lock armor on his body was destroyed into pieces, peeled off from his body like confetti, and the peak state of repair Luo is so terrible!

His eyes dimmed and he silently endured the terrible pressure. He looked at the spell on Shura's body shining, and his face was ferocious and distorted, like a devil crawling out of the abyss of hell. The power of the magician is indeed very strong. It is the most powerful power in the world except for the power of nature, but every time he uses the peak spell power, it is always at the cost of the extinction of human nature! The moment the magician's body was full of rune spells, his mind changed completely. He just wanted to kill, destroy, become crazy and lose his reason. The power that has nowhere to vent will erupt like a volcano and destroy every existence seen in the magician's eyes. Even if it is a mountain, he will destroy it fiercely!

The so-called pure bloodline magician's blood is actually a mad blood, a poisonous blood that distorts human nature! Spellmasters often do not randomly launch spells when runes are crawling all over the body, because in this state, anything can be done...

Since he inadvertently smashed Huza Tatamu's arm with a spell four years ago and killed the young master of the Hulutai family and more than 30 warriors in a cave, in the past few years, he feels that his mind is unconsciously changing, becoming gloomy and fierce, and he can't control his temper. He has realized that the sorcerer's bloodline is actually a dangerous and crazy poison, so he has deliberately not used this power, so he has the sorcerer's bloodline but goes to learn knife skills, just because he understands that the sorcerer's bloodline is not as perfect as imagined, and he hates this bloodline!

"Night stars, let's compete in the way of a sorcerer! You are already an adult, no longer that weak child. This is a battle between magicians. We don't have to worry about the constraints of the god of rules..." Shura roared, and his voice was like thunder in the sky, ringing through half of the far north grassland, and even Chi Naisi fighting thousands of miles away on the south bank of the River Rilana. All of them and the Azeslan warriors noticed the changes here.

He sighed and could not resist with the samurai's sword skills to deal with Shura in this state! He indifferently threw the deformed knife in his hand on the ground, stood up straight, and looked at Shura's crazy red eyes, and his face was heavy and cold. Unlike Shura's fiery fire control ability, his strength is ice and snow. Just as the great shaman saw him sitting on the throne made of ice and snow, he knelt in front of him and called him the 'King of Ice and Snow'!

A cold momentum burst out of the thin body of the night stars, and the armor on his body had been shattered, revealing the blue rheutron robe under him, and the satin robe was hunting. The magician's use of spells is innate, which is the power hidden in his blood. Although he rarely uses spells on the grassland, when he really uses spells, the power flowing like dragons in his veins is freely sprinkled, and his body is full of strange spells and blood red in his pupils. It spread to the white of the eyes, and the whole eye was full of terrible red.

His momentum is not as arrogant and fierce as Shura. He is restrained, cold, like a cold tide flooding, without the arrogance of burning the sea, but as vast as the stars of the night, as if the whole sea has been frozen into ice, and the whole universe has been frozen into eternity by him! When he no longer deliberately restrained the power of his blood, Ye Xingchen felt very relieved, as if this was his most normal state, and all the gentleness, indifference and calmness in the past were all pretending to be abnormal!

At this moment, the night stars returned to their true self, standing at the same height as the people they hate with full of killing and cruelty in their hearts!

"Then let me face it once, why not? I will bear all this..." He muttered this, and then his consciousness slowly blurred, and the desire to kill slowly drowned him, burning his heart like a flame. The scenery in front of him became blood red and became like Senluo purgatory...

Shura and Ye Xingchen released their momentum at the same time, like two meteorites that are about to collide, like two worlds that are about to break apart. Waving, the forces of ice and fire devoured each other and entangled each other, and the world were full of thunderous roars. The wilderness in the far north seemed to be broken into powder under the fierce battle between the two people - the world can't stand the two best magicians of blood...

The figure of the two can't be seen in the chaotic heaven and the earth, the disordered airflow, the huge deep pit on the ground, the change of the landform between waving hands, and the heaven and earth are gloomy. At this time, I'm afraid that the gods in the sky will retreat and dare not face this terrible impact.

If you can save your mother imprisoned in the loom city, if you can kill Shura to avenge your father and family, what's wrong with becoming a demon?

What if you can embrace the world named after Dream Van God in your arms, and if you can change God's mind and return to the peaceful forest and become a bloodthirsty Shura?

They are just fanatical, desperate to love, hate, and change the cruel world in their own way. Leaving aside the blood of the sorcerer and the terrible power, they are just escenes played by the gods, sinking or floating, and involunt.

People who are influenced by this crazy blood, fight, fight, let the world be broken in your anger...

The ice and fire between heaven and earth are intertwined with magnificent as a brilliant galaxy. If anyone sees it, they will feel that this is the most magnificent and gorgeous scenery in the world, but they can't feel the pain and bitterness in the hearts of those two little people...

Gorgeous, trembling, cold ice, blazing fire, the world sublimated to the extreme at this moment, this world was broken at this moment, annihilated, and then reduced to eternal nothingness and death...

Quiet as if in the depths of the dead starry sky, when the dust settled, the earth seemed to be bombarded and burned black, and the ice and snow fragments flying in the sky melted into rain and fell down one after another.

Tragic like the wilderness at the beginning of the world, still standing there, only the dazzling scarlet, scarlet robe, scarlet hair, scarlet pupils. The pale-faced Shura shook weakly. He tried to straighten his chest and still stood between the world as if it were about to break up like a sharp sword out of its sheath. The charm on his handsome face had faded, and there was no expression on his handsome face, but a smile came out of the corners of his mouth.

His smile has no joy at all, only endless self-deprecating and loneliness...