Chapter 102 Sacred Belief

Merant's rapid attack was stopped by this light. Ling Lan held the sacred weapon in his hand. Only this powerful sacred weapon could collide fiercely with Melant's star sword. The power of the dream escaped even at Melante's speed was unexpected.

"Look! Melanth won't move!"

"Hit him, hit him!"

The emotional audience raised their fists and waved. They were so excited that they couldn't wait to rush up and compete with their opponents happily.

Merant's fingers holding the sword trembled slightly. He was resisting his dream. Ling Lan seized this very critical opportunity and instantly turned into a strong light and swallowed Merrant's body. The huge holy light bomb exploded quickly and accurately on Melant's body. With a "boom", he was uprooted and flew into the air like a tiny stone.

"Oh..."

When the audience saw this exciting and hot-blooded scene, they stood up from their seats again and roared loudly to vent the hot excitement in their hearts. Even Elifir and Mgaya, who were sitting on the high platform of the VIP seat, stared at Ling Lan on the platform.

"Dong!"

Melante fell heavily on the ground and bounced, but still stood up gracefully in a second.

"What just happened?" Melante has never seen the power of dreams. Now he is conscious, but he still doesn't understand what happened just now.

"Holy weapon, what a strong power." Melante glanced at the dream in Ling Lan's hand. He could feel the thick breath emanating from it and the mysterious power that could confuse people's spirits.

Merant was hit by the holy light bullet. He bowed slightly and slowly raised the broken moon star sword in his hand again. Ling Lan opposite him was standing there in pain. The bones in his left shoulder had been smashed, and now it was almost difficult for him to exert his strength in pain.

"The last move! Silver moon and broken stars!"

Merant's silver moon broken star sword skill has a total of three moves. There are no more than ten people who can go through three moves under him, and there are no younger than him like Ling Lan. Now he has a strong fighting spirit. Just as a starting hand, the powerful pressure rolls towards Ling Lan.

Ling Lan's left back rested on his right shoulder. Under the treatment of healing magic, he gradually forgot the pain. Except for the temporary unconsciousness of his right arm, he can now move freely.

is coming!

When night came, a silver-white moonlight appeared in the thick darkness. Ling Lan only felt like a demon tied to the cross, waiting for the silver moon that could separate his weak body.

The stars are bright, and countless gorgeous stars gushing out of the night sky. The dark night is like a pool of black water, and the colorful stars are decorative stones. Night, silver moon, stars, a beautiful and quiet picture shows endless murder. Ling Lan hides in the dark and has nowhere to hide. The countless stars are a pair of eyes, and the sharp sword light is intertwined into a dense sword net. No matter where he hides, he will be attacked everywhere.

This is the world created by Melant himself. In his world, Ling Lan has given full play to his ability.

"Wo! Wheops! ..."

At this moment, Ling Lan felt that the surging power gushed out from every corner of his body. All over his body, an angel's phantom had been formed and attached to his body. In his hand, the angel's sword was two meters long, and the strong holy power came from the fluent sword body, invisibly enhancing Ling Lan's battle. Insent.

moved, and Ling Lan's left hand slashed heavily at the giant sword composed of countless sword light. In an instant, the white holy light burst into a dazzling light. At the moment when it collided with the holy light, the bright star sword suddenly burst into countless small swords that were as imperceptible as needles.

"When! Dang!"

At this time, an angel image appeared beside Ling Lan, and a strong wall blocked all the attacking swords. For a moment, the summoned angel phantom faded in the night.

"It's not over yet!"

Mrant, standing on the moon, came down like a moon god, flying in the air with the light of the silver moon. Under the guidance of the angel behind him, Ling Lan also waved the gorgeous angel wings to meet the fierce shot, Melant.

The reduced version of countless angel swords stabbed Melante at a very fast speed. At this time, his whole body was wrapped in silver light and turned into a huge meteor, angrily rushed into the infinite sword light.

The sharp sword light had no effect at all under the impact of Melante. His silver moonlight was so powerful that he swallowed up all the sword light in an instant.

"Boom..."

The light of the silver moon suddenly appeared!

Ling Lan's eyes flashed with silver light, and the angel behind him waved the sword in his hand and cut it with Melant at a critical moment. At that moment, between heaven and earth, a strong light exploded, smashing the boundless darkness.

What the people watching under the ring saw was that the bursting light suddenly shattered the strong magic boundary. On Ling Lan's side, the huge sword light cut through, and the sword of the sacred angel phantom was smashed. The next second, its whole phantom body was also split in half.

"Ah!"

The boundless fierce air wave hit Ling Lan's body and lost all the protection. His body was directly hit by Melant's silver moonlight. His body was blown into the air, and a red blood scattered into a series of blood beads, scattered to the ground.

"Hu..."

It's over. Melante's movements fell gently on the ring. In front of him, Ling Lan lay unconscious on the ground, and everything around him seemed quiet. The followers of the audience had not yet woken up in this gorgeous stunt and were still obsessed and intoxicated.

No, I won't lie down, stand up...

Ling Lan's consciousness was locked in a cage. It hit the dark door violently and wanted to stand up again, but all the effort was in vain, but it would never give up because of this, and still worked hard indignantly.

"Ling Lan lost."

"Well, Melante is still good." Michaya and Elifir talked that the situation in the ring was already obvious. Melante waited for dozens of seconds. He saw that Ling Lan was still motionless like a dead man. He slowly put away two powerful swords and turned around and was about to leave.

"Hmm?"

When his feet moved, Ling Lan's body had undergone great changes in front of him. The gorgeous angel wings were born from Ling Lan's back. He closed his eyes and slowly suspended in the air under the wave of his wings.

Such a strange situation made Melland pull out his sword again. This time, he did not use the broken moon and star sword, but the more powerful white quaint epee.

"The power is changing. What a good opponent, hehe." Melante's slightly tired eyebrows had a slight smile. He quietly watched Ling Lan change quietly. He was waiting, very looking forward to it.

"Ling Lan! Ling Lan! Ling Lan..."

The audience below saw that Ling Lan stood up again. They all raised their voices and shouted excitedly, trying to wake up the sleeping Ling Lan through a firm thunderous sound.

Gradually, Ling Lan opened his eyes, and the angel wings behind him still did not disperse. The white wings did not seem to be condensed by light, but they were both substantive and unable to say anything.

"Thank you, my understanding of the power of light has deepened."

Merant's sword just cut out a striking and terrible blood mouth from Ling Lan's waist, but now, there is no small wound on Ling Lan's body. Under the magical power gushing out of his body, his wound healed at a terrible speed.

Far away from the top floor of the Bright Healing Museum, Ling Lan's statue shines brightly in the dazzling sunlight. Those devout believers sang faithfully, and a trace of spiritual power like silk from them wandered in mid-air and rose from heaven. When some of the active spiritual forces rose to the top floor, they were like living conscious spirits, circled around the blue statue a few times and plunged into the statue.

"The power of pious faith and the continuous divine power are all for me!" The surging power stirred around Ling Lan. His clothes rose without wind, his flowing hair and sharp eyes like gods. At this time, he seemed to be a real angel.

"Haha, well said!"

"That's all for today, Melante, Ling Lan, it's time to rest." Suddenly, Megaye, who was a few hundred meters away, spoke, and his faint voice clearly reached everyone's ears. Two hours have passed since Ling Lan and the two began to compare. Moreover, Migaya can see that what Ling Lan needs now is rest.

Merant, who was about to take action, also came to stop disappointed when he heard Megaye's words. He smiled admiringly at Ling Lan and walked off the stage.

"Ah...Merant! Melante!"

Aren's cheers, the friendship test ended here. In the eyes of the audience, some people think that Melante has won, while others think that the game is not over. However, Ling Lan has always noticed that the stronger sword in Melant's hand has not been pulled out!

The duel of the strong can always arouse the interest of countless people who are enthusiastic about magic fighting skills. In less than a day, the wonderful match between Ling Lan and the two reached the church. Melante's amazing deeds were always talked about two years ago, but now Ling Lan's appearance and his return have once again made those crazy people excited.