Chapter 242 and the second move

As the magic obtained by burning life is used up again, the deadly light invades again. Although the huge light has been worn out by the dark boundary, it is still firmly pushed forward.

"Pong..." A crisp sound similar to that made when the glass broke, and the 'Great Dark Junction' broke. After that, the dark magician who encouraged him to maintain it for a long time finally looked desperately at the few remaining light skills on his body...

"Uh...ah! Poof...uh..." The dark magician moaned in pain, spitting blood because his body was purified and melted. However, I don't know if fate is joking with him. The deadly light did not completely erode his body, but finally slowly dissipated between the world after burning half of his body.

"Block...block?" The dark magician looked back at his companion in disbelief. And the dark warrior who had planned to run for his life also fixed his footsteps in surprise. The face is full of shock. What shocked him was not that his companion's small universe miraculously blocked the light magic skill, but that he finally realized that the temple stunt displayed by a great swordsman did not kill the two of them in seconds, which was such a strange thing... So he was shocked.

"Do you think you can survive in this way?" The teenager in front of him suddenly opened his mouth.

"Uh...uh...you..." Only then did the dark magician find that his body was still slowly melting and did not stop with the disappearance of the light magic skill...

Half of his body has been mutilated and burned most of his life energy. Even if he escapes, he will not live for a long time, but if he can survive, no one wants to die. Even if he lives humbly and suffers, no one is really willing to die, especially for these bloody dark members. Look Accustomed to the miserable appearance of the person killed by himself before his death, he is even more afraid of life and death. It is also because of this that after finding that he had incredibly resisted the super attack of a great swordsman, the dark magician was full of the joy and pleasure of the rest of his life.

So he did not notice that his body was still burning slowly and firmly. It was not that the dark magician was not sensitive enough, but because his body had completely lost the pain after losing most of his body. After hearing the teenager's indifferent words, he suddenly found that his body was still weak, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. Looking at the flesh and blood that is being decomposed out of thin air, I can only make a "woo" and "uh" hum...

"If the bright magic skill of the temple can't even kill you, it will be a sacred skill." Lance took two steps and came to the dark magician. He looked down at the dying evil magician with only ruthlessness and indifference in his eyes. At this time, he was no longer an ordinary student who hid his identity, but a great swordsman who once dominated the world, so in the face of two perverted and evil dark heresms, he had no trace. No mercy.

Although the body continues to burn and purify slowly, the dark magician's body is not big, and more than half of it has been burned, so the rest will be burned up quickly no matter how you look at it. Even if he is a high-level magician at the peak, it is difficult to survive after losing so many bodies. The old face of the magician who fell to the ground twisted painfully a few times, and then completely did not move, and the purification left by the light magic skill slowly and firmly burned his neck and burned the whole head.

A high-level dark magician completely disappeared with one move and left nothing behind. The purification of the light magic skill burned his body completely, and even a little dust could not be left behind...

And the dark warrior who had just thought of dismembering and killing Lance did not escape in panic or rise up to attack at this time, but looked at the open space where his companion disappeared and thought about it.

After a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at the pale face of the teenager opposite because of the excessive use of fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit on his body that changed from silver white to light blue, and his eyes were full of relaxation and understanding. Hey, unexpected, unexpected... It has been rumored that the best genius in the eastern continent belongs to Prince of the temple, Belgiros under the sword saint gate of the college, but I don't think they are as good as you. At the age of 16, they can use the fighting spirit of the great swordsman, and even kill the high-level magicians in one move. They are not as strong as you.

"You don't want to run for your life now, and you are in the mood to talk nonsense with me here?" Lance looked at each other indifferently.

"Hahahaha, now that I know your real strength, I don't have to run for my life. Look at your face and the bleak fluctuation of fighting spirit. Do you think you can still attack like just now? Boy, your acting is really good, but it's a pity that you can't fool me for the second time. Chatter, it's really wonderful that such a genius person will eventually die under my men. Teenager, say your name. A genius like you should not die in obscurity.

"Many years ago, I wanted to ask, you perverts walking in the dark, why is there always so much nonsense? I don't have much time, so I can't continue to listen to your nonsense. If you want to say it, go and talk to your god of darkness. As soon as his words fell, his legs suddenly exerted strength and his body jumped into the air. However, it was strange that his body stayed there when he jumped to the highest point and did not fall.

The dark warrior suddenly widened his eyes. He did not find any magic fluctuations on the teenager's body, but it really floated in mid-air. What is this strength? It seems that only the legendary swordsman can make it lucky. Of course, it was not this that shocked him, because he felt a strong sense of crisis again, and it was not weaker than the previous blow.

"This is impossible. No one can use two holy fighting skills at a high level!" The dark warrior shouted in despair, because he really couldn't believe that the teenager could use the horrible killing move again. So his shouting is not only to torture God's injustice, but also to cheer himself up for fighting or escaping. If even he believes that what will come next will be another holy fighting skill, then he doesn't have to do anything and wait to die on the spot...

Lance can float in mid-air without any power. Of course, it is not that he already has the ability of the sword saint, nor the magic 'floating technique' used by magic and martial arts, but because the holy fighting skill he will use again, after his successful breakthrough and becoming a high-level strong man, he becomes More powerful.

A stream of heaven and earth gathered into Lance's body at a terrible speed, and a strong pressure that was not weaker than 'God's liberation' fluctuated violently. Countless groups of heaven and earth poured all around Lance, enabling him to maintain balance in mid-air without falling down. A huge and horrible sword quickly condensed into...

The dark warrior stared at the huge fighting blade slowly raised in Lance's hand and felt the frightening power that had just killed his high-level companion reappeared. Although his attributes seemed to be different, it was also powerful. Really...it's really a holy...sacred fighting skill..." The dark martial artist spit out these words bitterly. He regretted that he did not run for his life intermittently after the teenager's killing moves just now, so that he might be able to escape with his proud body method. Instead, he dared to stay so boldly and stupidly only through superficial judgment, trying to kill the teenager without a kitchen knife, but at this moment he found that although his physical strength was greatly depleted, the other party was still a butcher, and he became another lamb to be slaughtered...

If the high-level martial artist ran away desperately, his speed could definitely be called horrible, but he did not escape, because as early as the moment the teenager raised his hand, he felt that his whole body was locked. Even if his body is like a swallow, it is impossible to escape his life in the subsequent holy skill comparable to lightning speed. So his face was full of despair, his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees. I understand that at this moment, whether it is running away or resisting, it is all a dead end. With one in ten thousand hopes, he begged, "Little...little brother, oh no! Your Excellency! I beg you not to kill me. You are a student of the college, and there is no hatred for our dark council, and I am not stained with the blood of any college students. I beg you to let me go once! As long as you let me go, I can promise anything!"

Human instinct to survive before death is powerful, so after learning that he can't escape anyway, the dark warrior, who has long been used to life and death, used the most useless and direct method and knelt down and begged for mercy. However, what surprised him and couldn't believe was that the figure floating in mid-air actually stopped the momentum and slowly said, "Oh? Want to live? Yes, I don't need you to do anything. I just need to ask you a few words.

Ah? OK, you, just ask and know nothing!" The dark warrior didn't expect that such a method would really work. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately put on the appearance of a dog's leg, regardless of his image as a high-level strongman. Anyway, in his opinion, as long as he can escape his life, nothing can't be done. As for revenge, if he successfully escapes this time, he will naturally carry out bloody revenge.

"The question is very simple. I just want to know what you are carrying behind your back? What's more, what is your mission to the Eastern Continent? Lance asked blankly.

"This..." The dark warrior's eyes widened and didn't expect that the other party asked such two questions. So he hesitated and frightened, because the two questions asked by the other party happened to be the two most important tasks for their trip to the eastern continent. If he said it at this moment and was known by the two adults, he would still die, and he would only die more miserable than here.

"Well, it seems that you don't want to say it, okay, then die!" Seeing that the other party was frozen in place and did not reply for a long time, Lance had lost his patience and took a deep breath to complete the last step of this powerful fighting skill...