The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

"Not good."

Seeing this scene, the elven man who had been walking around trying to avoid Alan's attack range couldn't help but change his face.

The turquoise flames of fighting spirit suddenly lit up, like a tornado, curled up in the opposite direction, and burned blazingly on him.

The flame was extinguished in an instant, but it left the emerald-green armor on the elf man.

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This is something that the silver rank high-ranking powerhouse can do, but when it is displayed in the hands of the elf man, it seems so light.

Even the clear and incomparable carvings on the armor appear so natural and natural, with extraordinary skills.

At the moment when the elf man was ready, it suddenly gleamed, and the light of the swords all over the ring seemed to have finally found the enemy and swarmed towards the elf man.

Boom boom boom!

The dense and powerful hits resounded in all directions in an instant, but before they could spread far away, they were torn apart by the fierce and inexhaustible wind, and lost in the wind.

After a while, the continuous light of swords that seemed like a tide finally ceased and disappeared from the ring.

The elven man is really not weak, although Allen's move is not strong to him.

But every ray of sword light can at least severely hurt the strength of the middle-level silver.

Even, because the elven men took the route of the agile archer with high blood loss and high damage, the threat level should have been higher.

But in fact, when the light of the sword dissipated, and the wind gradually died down, the elven man who appeared from the smoke and dust, although shattered in a flash, his vindictive armor had become riddled with holes, and there was still light from time to time. Points drifting away.

But he himself, but I am not hurt too much.

However, Alan didn't mean to be disappointed in such a degree of truth.

Because, he didn't have the idea of ​​making merit with one blow.

This kind of attack may be uncomfortable for other people, high-level silver, or even many silver peaks.

But for the elf man, the talented arrogant who is equally talented and powerful, it can only play a restraining role.

And this is enough.

Seeing the elven man who had to stop amidst the bright silver sword light like a mountain like a sea, Alan's mouth also evoked a smile.

The distance between the two had already stopped to resist the attack, while the other had been advancing violently and shortened to an extremely short degree.

At most, but one hundred meters.

Such a degree is naturally very far away for ordinary people, but for transcendents, especially silver rank transcendents, it is really close at hand.

Even for the warriors of the sensitive line of Alan and the elven man, it can almost be said to be close to the face.

That's why Allen showed a joyful expression.

Because when the distance is shortened to this level, it means that the battle is nearing its end.

Pouch!

The unsheathed long knife suddenly swung, and when it was 100 meters away from the elf man, it slashed down and made a slashing gesture.

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At this moment, a huge will suddenly rises from Alan, a vast artistic conception that has been in the past.

His speed of swinging the knife is not fast, and it can even be said that it is completely inconsistent with his strong agility, but at this moment, his simple and awkward movements and slow and condensed posture have an inexplicable charm, like ancient times. The **** of heaven walked out of the ancient mythological years, dancing his battle axe, splitting the heavy chaos, and dividing the turbid yin and yang.

Click!

Wudi, a very crisp cracking sound rang out.

The void in front of me cracked like glass, spreading dense cracks, weaving fine lines like a spider web.

However, this is just the beginning.

But at most for an instant, the space that barely maintained a stable form, was completely fragmented, and dropped pieces of space fragments beyond the perception of ordinary people.

Chaos and chaos, in the gloomy void, endless darkness and turbidity are dancing and surging.

The horrible wave of magic particles, energy tides, and the extremely chaotic spatial turbulence, back and forth in them, unpredictable, evolving into an extremely magnificent and extremely dangerous scene.

This kind of scene is terrifying, as if the world is about to fall, an atmosphere of death and mourning suddenly spread, sweeping in all directions.

Infected an inch of space, and also infected this side on the ring that was faintly isolated under Alan's spiritual will.

"Sister, you are a pit brother."

Seeing such a scene, the elven man's face turned green, his eyes were round and his complexion was distorted, and I didn't have the original chance of winning at all in my calmness.

It wasn't that he was infected by such an atmosphere, but because he really understood what it meant for Allen to be able to do this.

The Silver Stage has begun to contact the space initially. The Mage of the Silver Stage can perform [Flashing] and jump hundreds of meters in the space; the wanderer of the Silver Stage can master the shadows and travel through the shadow planes to attack and hide.

But they can do this, often by virtue of professional characteristics.

To put it simply, this is a trick.

This is also the reason why the golden rank powerhouses are able to explore the plane and travel the world.

After all, only those who have already understood the space to a certain extent, are able to respond to most unexpected situations, and make corresponding remedial measures to find a solution, are qualified to explore the plane.

In the past, the basic configuration of plane exploration was two golden rank powerhouses with one battle and one method, and a silver rank elite exploration team that performed their duties.

This configuration can basically solve 90% of the problems, and even if it cannot be solved, most of them can be delayed until the arrival of assistance.

But the most important of these is not the silver rank, but the golden rank.

Without the Silver Tier Exploration Team, the Golden Tier might not have lived so well, but it can definitely survive.

And there is no golden rank, the explorers of the silver rank will either die out or have no time to return to their hometown.

From this it can be seen how important the powers of the golden rank are, and how deep their understanding of space is.

And Allen made such a big momentum, the elven man had only seen the golden rank powerhouse before.

The rest, even the extremely extraordinary Silver-tier battles, can cause space turbulence, and cause a few subtle space cracks, which is already very good.

Even if there is a reason for the [Sacred Seal] on the continent of Darvia to still operate, suppressing the destructive power of the extraordinary.

But the elf man has self-knowledge, even on this planet, his strongest blow should be able to break through the void and chase the soul for thousands of miles.

But compared to the situation where Alan was calm and calm, and even cut out such a cut casually, the two are almost incomparable.

This kind of combat power has already exceeded the boundaries of the Silver Tier.

"call."

Although he had vaguely sensed Alan's horror and had an expectation for the development of the next battle situation in his heart, his self-esteem as the best few of the Elven King's generation made him unable to give up, but did his best to resist.

Stop, stop.

Suddenly, the movement changes.

It seemed that the violent wind swept through thousands of miles, suddenly turned into a wisp of breeze, and stopped here to linger.

This moment of interlocking movement gives people an extremely contradictory illusion, and even makes people feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

But for the elf man, it's just the most basic operation.

Exhale, extend your arms, and draw your bow.

The bow is like a full moon, and the string is like a jade.

Above the arch, a faint streamer flashed past, and the purple-black color suddenly changed.

Become bright red, become blazing, become scorching, become grandiose.

Even a buzzing sound started to sound from weak to strong, from small to louder.

Gradually surging, gradually high.

[Tick, tick...]

The jade-like bowstring, but like the sharpest steel wire, cut open the small half of the index finger of the elf man, penetrated into the texture, and even left shallow marks on the silver-white joints.

Drops of red blood with traces of emerald green color fell from the sky, like heavy lead and mercury, which pierced through the broken but still fierce wind, and landed on the ring, dotted with beautiful and colorful blood flowers.

The sound of ticking is endless, like a jade ball rolling, crisp and sweet.

Some others fell on the bow.

As if the ink with great rendering power entered the pool, this was a little green and red, and it was also a weapon that completely awakened the silence.

Streaks of bright scarlet, and dots of green light, rendered the entire longbow in an instant.

"Ang!"

The roar resembling a dragon waking up from a deep sleep suddenly resounded, and the longbow held tightly by the elf man trembled slightly like excitement, announcing his arrival to the world.

Suddenly, as if a gust of breeze had blown, the gust of wind beside the elf man unexpectedly calmed down, freeing a storm eye with a radius of one meter.

Then, above the arena, in the void, endless particles of magic energy surged, raged, gathered, and swarmed.

The grudge on the elf man howled wildly, pouring into the bow like a flood that had let off the lock.

However, within a thousandth of a second, or even less, the blazing flame on the elf man's body dimmed, as if a candle in the wind, it could be extinguished at any time.

Instead, it was the bowstring pulled down by the full moon and the arrow held by the three fingers of the elf man, a colorful, clear glaze arrow.

All this is extremely long to say, but it is only a moment of flicking, fascinating in a flash.

Even the long knife that Allen dropped was still lying in the air, failing to slash it down satisfactorily.

Therefore, Allen clearly saw the man opposite and smiled at him.

"Accept the move!"

His lips squirmed and there was no sound, but Allen clearly recognized the other party's meaning.

The next moment, the bowstring shook Nagano, and the long chants lifted into the sky like a dragon.

The gust of wind pulled out by the running of Alan and the elven man, even if it had been torn apart by Alan's deep sea-like horror blade.

But at this moment, there is still an endless wind, echoing the bow chants that have alarmed Si Ye.

Suddenly, it was as if a breeze was coming from a secret room, and the ground was raging. A storm-like arrow formed from the gas of a violent storm, shot like a mad dragon, and shot straight towards Allen.

This speed is extremely fast, even far beyond the limit of sound.

Because it is the wind itself, it is the haze, it is the air current. ,

The world is so big, the space is so big, there is nothing it can't accommodate, there is nothing it can't do.

The arrow of the storm, which was like a substance, pierced the air, pierced through the wind, pierced through the kuanglan.

But at the moment of galloping past, those pierced, violent winds that shattered him, but like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, merged into this storm arrow.

As a result, these existences did not hinder it at all, and even increased its power by three points.

The string moves in all directions, the arrow is like a dragon!

Allen can clearly feel that all the wilds and wilds are blocked by this arrow.

He is as if he is in the deep sea, with endless pressure coming from all directions, as if to crush him to pieces.

However, Alan's expression is still calm, and his face is still firm, without the slightest movement.

The long sword in his hand was cut down, extremely firm, like the **** of the ages ago, even if the front is difficult and difficult, it will be upset, and the world will be turned upside down.

The constrained extremely cohesive strength, under the control of the mind, suddenly opened a gap.

Then, the infinite power rushed in that direction like a vent, surging endlessly.

With a thought, the unfinished [Domain] spread out, wrapping the Quartet ~ www.readwn.com ~ eight wastes and six poles at an extremely fast speed, and the sky and the earth seemed to have become Allen's domain at this moment.

All-inclusive, all-inclusive.

In this, Allen seems to have extremely high authority, and has the ability to suppress and control everything here.

Boom!

For a ten-thousandth of an instant, the dense magic particles in the air seemed to be summoned, and they surged toward the long knife in Allen's hand at an extremely fast speed.

Then, before the long knife, it continues to expand and expand.

A splendid sword light that seemed to be able to illuminate the ages was formed.

Sa!

The blade light broke through the air and shot away.

There are deep and shallow spatial cracks in the air, like the ground run over by a pulverizer, full of tattered patterns.

Then, the sword light, the storm arrow.

Two off-body attacks with extraordinary momentum met and collided in a very short period of time, bursting out extremely brilliant rays of light.

The incomparable stream of light roared, as if igniting this square ring, turning it into the sun on the ground, which is unimaginable bright.

Even at noon when the sun is scorching, this kind of streamer is so bright that you can't look directly at it, and it seems to be more dazzling than the sun.

As a result, many people cast their gazes here.

However, Ellen and the elf man above did not care about such anomalies.

Although the dazzling white light spread all over the ring in an instant.

But in the eyes of the two at this time, there is nothing else but each other.

Especially Alan!

Because the opponent's real killer move has not yet appeared.

The colorful glazed arrow shot away at the moment the elf man let go, and disappeared on the bowstring.

However, on the ring, there is no trace of the arrow.