Chapter 174 Forbidden Strike
The six imperial city guards were divided into two teams to deal with Ling Li and the little demon respectively. On Ling Wei's side, there are two paladins and a holy axe fighting wildly.
The little demon is full of two brave warriors and a sword saint.
Goton is the chief bodyguard of the "Twenty Guards of the Imperial City". He was specially responsible for the life safety of the king of the empire. He was usually inseparable from the king. Later, under the order of the king, nine other bodyguards were transferred to protect the king's palm, Princess Lina. The year before last, he was a brave man who broke through the tenth level of the Holy Level. Gordon is an arrogant man, but he has proud capital. At the tenth level of the Holy Level, many people can't reach it all their lives. And he is only 55 years old this year.
Age is like a floating cloud for the holy-level strong, and thousands of old monsters are still rampant in Nofa, so the 55-year-old ten-level hero can be said to have a bright future. In his opinion, even if the woman in front of him has the strength to kill General Rambo, she may not have taken ten moves in his own hands. Because the paladin Rambo only broke through the holy step in recent years.
Fifty-five-year-old Gordon looks not old at all. He looks like a strong man in his early thirties. The angular national character face is also a little handsome, because of its outstanding strength fascination with many noblewomen of the empire.
He surrounded the little demon in the middle with Leo and Kensei Bent, who are also brave.
The proud Gordon disdains to bully more and less, but he doesn't want the close bodyguards that the king has finally cultivated to lose. He gave Leo and Ben a special look that doesn't interfere. Go to the first two steps alone. The broad and heavy black iron epee was like a toy in his hand, throwing a red fighting spirit in the air.
"Sorry, I won't be soft because you are a girl." Gordon politely said to the purple-haired woman who stared at him coldly.
The little demon has nothing to say. The demon blade has come out, and someone will pay the price of bleeding for it. Anyone who asks her to draw a knife or forces her to draw a knife has a result, that is death. So far, the person she wants to kill or wants to kill her has either gone to hell or is on the road to hell. She classified him as the latter.
The holy level duel is not only about strength, but also the degree of mastery of rules. The rules are illusory and elusive, and many people who can't advance can't reach that level. Once touched, it is comparable to the proficiency in mastering the rules. The holy level battle of the same level and the same power may be judged between strikes due to different proficiency in the rules.
Gotton moved. He raised his epee, and a little golden fire spirit in the meridians poured into the epee along the meridians of his arm. The black black iron heavy sword suddenly became like a fork, surrounded by light golden flames. In the air, the temperature rises sharply. The residual snow on the ground began to slowly melt and turned into gurgling water.
In contrast, there is no fluctuation of fighting spirit and energy on her body. Some are just murderous everywhere. At this time, she is like a peerless demon blade. If she doesn't move, she will kill her life.
The mysterious iron fire fork, which lingered around the golden fighting spirit, came loudly and chopped towards the little demon. The sword spirit brought a hot wind, blowing away the little demon's bangs to both sides. The little demon sank slightly, the two knives crossed, and the strange blue knife gas flashed by, blocking Gordon's blow. The sound of metal handover floats in the air with dots of Mars.
Look at Ling Hui's side. Under the encouragement of the dark holy demon Picasso, the three holy demons of light, dark and nature are hostile to each other and are ready to deal with the holy horse that suddenly appeared in front of them. Because he was afraid of the speed of riding the Holy Tianju, the natural Saint Magic Rafa used the wind magic dance to support himself. The other light-based holy demon Qingri stands with Picasso. If this holy horse dares to attack forcibly, it will encounter the attack of endless light and darkness.
With the premise of not knowing Ling Hui's strength, the three holy demons coincidentally took the defensive posture. Jing, Kun, buzz. After three sounds, three energy shields of different colors shrouded their heads one by one.
Ling Hui smiled lightly, and she drove the Pegasus Qiu straight to take the natural magic Rafa, which also flew in the sky. The blue cloud long gun has unparalleled sacred power. Before the man arrived, the strength of the gun has penetrated the air and hit the magic shield of the holy devil, stirring a buzzing sound and a trace of green ripples.
"Sunshine!"
"The undercurrent!"
When the natural holy demon Rafa defended with all its strength, the magic of the two holy demons had gone towards the holy horse in a white dress. Even if the magic level of sunshine and dark currents is not very high, the magic destructive power used by the Holy Devil is not only amazing. No matter who takes this blow unprepared, it will definitely be uncomfortable.
Ling Hui's momentum did not diminish, and with a "chig" sound, Pegasus Qiu took her into a white streamer, under Rafa's surprised eyes. A green gun shadow lingering around the unparalleled road hit the front. Rafa found that there was no time to dodge, so he had to control the magic shield to resist the attack.
The magic behind it has come with the wind. Ling Hui smiled, took the Pegasus for a while and dodged. Saint Mo Rafa only felt that the pressure was reduced. Just as he was about to slow down the speed of spiritual output, two energies of light and darkness bombarded his magic shield.
The magic shield shook violently, "Two wastes." Rafa was so angry that after consuming more mental strength, he blocked them from the magic shield.
"Holy one of Pica, pay attention to the enemy." Rafa really wants to curse, but now is not the time to attack. But as soon as he said this sentence, a strong crisis came to his mind.
"Wind dance, disease!" After a few dodging, Ling Hui's white figure still appeared beside him.
The long gun was thrown out with unparalleled sacred energy and hit directly on the magic shield.
A loud "boom". The magic shield, known as the holy level, resisted most of the energy for Rafa. But there are still some residual sacred forces bombard him through the energy shield.
Rafa's face turned white. Hurry up and drive your body away.
"What a strong Holy Horse Ride!" In the eyes of others, he is more like being shot away.
"Purple Moon!" Picasso also saw that the holy horse seemed to be more powerful than expected. Immediately, without retaining it, the five-level dark magic came out of the palm of its hand, and a purple light drew an arc from the air with the breath of death at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
"Holy Light!" The light system is not willing to show weakness. With the end of the broken thoughts in his mouth, the sacred light of the six-level light magic has taken shape. That divine light with the power of purification has special damage to the dark practitioners.
"Learned another trick. But I'm sorry, I'll solve you as soon as possible." Ling Hui's little face, like jade, with a smile. She drove the Pegasus Qiu to move quickly in the air to avoid the magic of light and darkness. Then Tankou rose up and said softly, "Ling Yun gun!"
In an instant, Ling Hui transformed two shadows of nothingness in the air. And her figure has already been close to Saint Magic Rafa. Poor Rafa, under the endless blow of Ling Hui, has not had a chance to use offensive magic so far.
Without time to think about it, Rafa once again raised his full strength to support the magic shield.
Lingyun gun hit the magic shield head-on with a row of gun shadows. Ling Hui has approached Rafa. She whispered to the painstaking spiritual support for the magic shield, "Actually, I want to tell you that the magic shield is useless to me."
"What?" Rafa lost his voice.
"Because the divine talent destroys everything."
At this moment, the time seemed to be still. Rafa was surprised to see that the jasper gun lingered with white energy was like cutting a thin piece of white paper and easily pierced the magic shield and pierced it from his chest.
Rafa's staring boss, he can't say a word. Only instinctively driven trembling all over to express his inner uneasibility.
How can it be? At that moment, Rafa still couldn't believe that the magic shield known as the holy defensive magic was useless in front of her. The bright and divine pupils dissipated. Even if they are the holy strong, their hearts have been broken and there is no possibility of life.
Rafa's body fell feebly from the sky, and he was mentally lax and unable to support the magic shield. The holy demon fell to pieces and went to pieces.
"Next is you." She will never be soft-hearted to anyone who is hostile to Ling Li. Try this trick!" Ling Hui smiled gently at the two holy demons with a brazen face on the ground and said, "Atmaz gun!"
Ling has stood with two knights and a holy axe. Although the breakthrough Ling is only one level. But the potential is there, and the power is not at a downs at all. Moreover, relying on the body method of the demon axe saint firmly printed in his heart, Ling Wei was surprised to find that his understanding of the rules was actually more thorough than the three holy leaders in front of him.
Ling, who has just entered the holy stage, has not fully adapted to his ability and does not know how strong he is. Therefore, one against three still has a slight disadvantage, but as he becomes more and more familiar with his own power, this disadvantage is gradually reversing.
The three strong men are getting more and more frightened. Their level is more than one or two levels higher than Ling Wei. It is reasonable that even if they fight alone, they can steadily gain the upper hand. And they found that at the beginning, the young people in front of them seemed to be a little experienced. Of course, they knew that this was the reaction of people who had just been promoted. But how can a person who has just been promoted to the Holy Level be so powerful?
All three of them are holy level 5! If you can't beat others in three dozen, you will lose face.
The two paladins looked at each other and saw a determination from each other's faces. Ling Li saw that among the three people who were pressing step by step, two paladins with one shot and one sword in their hands suddenly retreated a few steps, and then bit their fingers at the same time, and the red blood flowers floated out.
The paladin's face showed piety, and with the long gun slowly dancing, the ancient forbidden skill spit out from their mouths: "Saving guns with blood, sacrificing swords with blood, guns and swords!"