Roger fought with the opponent’s earl, and it was obvious that the Count’s realm was slightly higher than Roger, but Roger was young and strong, and he was not injured.
The sword and sword intersected hundreds of times in a short period of time, and Roger had always had the advantage but could not end the battle. The Count is a very experienced warrior. He is always able to save the crisis through some tricks of fighting for his life at the most dangerous times.
Xiao Chen put away the thorn of his mind again. Although the spell released through this holy weapon was difficult to resist, the casting speed was greatly slowed down. For the extremely agile count, Xiao Chen would not give him the chance to aim well.
Xiao Chen turned to release the magic of the spirit whip. The silver whips were as agile as snakes, avoiding Roger’s body and whipping the count again and again.
Although the fighting spirit on the count offset most of the effect of the spiritual whip. But in the end, part of the force affected him. As whips and whips hit him, his movements began to stagnate.
The Count accumulated power for a long time and swung his sword across. The fighting spirit burst out like a tornado. The airflow rolled up the sand and stones falling from the wall in the middle, forcing Roger back a few steps. The Count took the opportunity to retreat quickly, trying to escape from the other side. However, he unexpectedly saw a black and purple beam of light passing through the smoke and dust and fire, hitting him. There was a very cold and strange power in the beam. Whether it was his fighting spirit or the power in his body muscles, it began to melt like the sunshine when the ice and snow saw it.
The Count instinctively dodged, but the beam of light was like a chain, stuck firmly on him, like a monster hidden in the smoke, with its tongue wrapping its prey, ready to rush out and devouring his body.
How could Xiao Chen miss this opportunity? Several spiritual whips were wrapped around Earl Green, causing constant soul blows to him.
The double blow of mental and physical force made the Count start to stagger. His speed has been decreasing again and again, and he can no longer fight with Roger like he did just now. The Count slashed the long sword that was infused with the fighting spirit towards the light whips, but how many new whips would hit him as much as they were cut. Xiao Chen’s huge mental power showed extremely terrifying power at this time, and it could last longer than the opponent’s fighting spirit.
At this time, three people and a rabbit came out of the smoke. The Count blocked the way he came from at the entrance of the walkway. There were three mages, two men and three mages, one of whom was covered in dust and coughing with his mouth was Aldas, and the other two women were covered in dust. It seemed that the flames and smoke in the room had no effect on them. A black line shot out from the hands of the blonde mage led by the head was pulled on the count like a shadow, and the murderous rabbit in front was following her.
“Ha, Aldas!” Baron Green had already staggered. He held the wall with his hands to hold on to it, but at this time there was not much anger on his face.All he was mocking, “I had known for a long time that those who fight without swords are cowardly in their bones. You are like this, and so is Aruth.”
Aldas looked a little angry. He stared at Earl Green and said, “Surrender, this is your last chance. Lord Xiao Chen said that you are different from that guy Aruth. He always generously gives those who make mistakes for the first time a chance to regret.”
Earl Green did not answer, raised the long sword in his hand, and tapped the ground three times with the tip of the knife. This meant insult and contempt in the battle.
Aldas was so angry that he immediately threw a fireball at him. Although Earl Green slashed the fireball with one knife, there was little remaining force that prevented him from sweeping all the flames, and a trace of flame burned the hair on his forehead.
Still using a knife to go three points underground.
—–People please remind: Please pay attention to eye rest when reading for a long time. :
—-This is a gorgeous dividing line–
Aldas hit the fireball on him again and again, the Count’s power became smaller and smaller, and he split the fireball in a daze, but the remaining flames became more and more, and the flames began to burn his armor, clothes, hair, and eyebrows. He became like a torch in the wind. Although he had been extinguishing the flames with his fighting spirit, there was always a fire floating around him.