Witch Brigade

The power of curse at the cost of a Tier 6 cursed dagger shattered is not so easy to avoid.

Quinns went up three consecutive cursed stand-in puppets, all of which were corroded into ashes by the power of the curse. The trace of the curse was like a tarsal maggot, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

"It's amazing!" Constance sighed. In her opinion, the curse of this cursed dagger is not unbreakable. The problem is that Quinns is only Tier 4 strength, and some means of breaking it are needed. Strength as the foundation.

But fortunately, even if there is no strength, the same goal can be achieved through external force Constance. In silence, Quince's temperament changed slightly, and Constance had replaced Quinnes at this time.

The elemental scepter was lightly imaginary, a strange human figure folded from gray and black leaves. It was a one-time curse double puppet refined from the leaves of the Kalgula cursed tree.

The snake-like curse power penetrated into the substitute puppet. This time, before the appearance of the decayed imagination, it ignited a black fire, and the black mist and the leaves burned into wine-red smoke and dissipated. In the void.

Quinns didn't stop, the revolver appeared in his hand instantly, pointing diagonally in one direction.

咚咚咚!

He fired three shots in a row, and this time he used cursed bullets.

You must know that the shadow disciple who had eaten a pair of wind and ears by Quinns was not uninjured, but under a Tier 6 cursing dagger, even the shadow disciples did not expect that Quinnes could curse that tarsal maggot. The power is resolved. At this time, Quinnes caught the gap and hit the hiding place three times in a row.

Looking at the pool of blood left on the ground, it was clear that the shadow disciple had been injured and escaped. After thinking about it, Quinnes's legs softened and almost fell. Even though the fight between the two sides only lasts for a few minutes, the effort is no less than running a marathon.

After taking a breath, Quinnes did not hesitate to take out a secret potion and pour it directly into his mouth.

Until this time, Quinnes's complexion was slightly dark.

Slowly scanning the surroundings, Quinnes's complexion stiffened, and a figure was standing quietly in the distance, watching so quietly. In his inspiration, there was no sense of the woman in front of him.

The woman in front of him can be said to have seen it, or it can be said that he has not seen it. A long hollow skirt is spread on the ground, and the inside is almost vacuum. A pair of jade legs are now vaguely bifurcated into the waist-length skirt. High forehead, high nose bridge, eyes deep in the eye sockets, strange face frame, but with a different kind of charm, long silver hair covers most of the whiteness on the chest.

"Modesty Bell, Archbishop of Worry Cathedral." Quinns said every word. While in the spirit world, he dared not look up at this woman, but he still guessed from the lower half of this woman. Out of the identity of the woman in front of her. And now, with the Void Eye, he finally has the confidence to look directly at the woman in front of him.

"Quince Dowd, you can make me easy to find." Modesti covered her mouth and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to have a hand against the alchemy puppet. Even the Shadow Disciple's Tier 6 killer can fight It’s a match, so how about it, consider coming to Wanshe."

"Go to Wanshe, will you be a dog for you?" Quinnes grinned and spit on the ground.

"It's a lot more advanced than a dog, do you want to try it." Modesty came pacing around, and under the aura, the surrounding space was cracked and the spider web spread. In the blink of an eye, there was a bang, Quinn The Desvor Space Dislocation Labyrinth set up by Si collapsed.

In an instant, Quinnes felt as if a heavy rock was pressed against his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Quinns made a loud voice and asked: "You are the shadow disciple?"

Modes lifted her feet and stopped: "I am here, is it necessary to do this? You have many enemies."

"Then what about you? I specially risked offending the empire and wanted to arrest me. I don't think my value is worth ten thousand snakes personally sending a legend." Quinns stared at Modesty and said.

"Are you adventurous? I don't think it's up to you if you procrastinate," Modesti saw through Quinns' thoughts: "But what do you think will happen to you before the mysterious defense agency reacts?"

"Ha, a legend came in person, should I say it's my honor? But you can try to see if I can survive that time." Quinnes showed a fierce look.

"The grief of the weak, even if I give you a chance to waste time, how much can be wasted." Modesty smiled disdainfully: "Give you another chance to delay time, where is Constance?"

Queenston showed up and laughed: "So you were looking for her, but you killed the person, don't you remember? Or did you have amnesia? Why did you find someone to find me?"

"Huh, do you know what I want? Constance's soul did not enter the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness. At that time, you were alone by her side. Only you know the whereabouts of her soul. I was right. "Modesti stared into Quince's eyes, trying to see something different in his eyes.

"Soul?! There is such a thing in this world?" Quinns rubbed his chin, his acting skills were slightly exaggerated.

"It seems that Constance's soul is really with you," Modesty made a judgment instantly.

"So, what do you want to use her soul for? Snakehead Project?" Quinns asked without admitting or denying.

"Oh? Did she even tell you about this?" Modesty stroked the hair around her ear gracefully: "In this case, I won't waste my lips anymore. Give her soul, I can give Your decent way to die for a nobleman. Oh, by the way, I haven’t congratulated you on inheriting her inheritance. You should be content after being a baron for a few days."

"Hey, what an unpleasant conversation, but I still want to be a viscount, earl, and marquise. How can I be content with just a baron? How about waiting for me to become a marquis, how about you come to me again?" Quinnes He smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"The dreams are beautiful."

Quinns sighed deeply: "Sure enough, there is no good topic to waste time?"

Modesty said like a monkey: "You can try other topics that attract me, maybe you will succeed."

Quinns clapped his hands, "It makes sense, I don't know what your opinion on the recent activities of the evil gods?"

"Oh? Do you know the reason?" A gleam of light flashed under Modesti's eyes.

"By the way, Ten Thousand Snake Church is also a member of the people who came out to make trouble, so it seems that you should be very clear about the reason for this." Quinns said in a daze.

Modes said noncommittal: "Tell me, I'm very curious, what is the truth that you investigated?"

Quinnes chuckled, and said without hesitation: "The spiritual tide has receded. If you don't come out to make trouble, you people won't be able to do it anymore."

"The spiritual tide has receded?!" Modesti's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and a flash of shock flashed in her eyes.

"So you didn't know." Quinnes yelled, "It's a loss. I thought you were like a family. This important news should be clear to you, the archbishop. Tsk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk. What does your Snake Mother Pope think? I don't even know such important news will hear you."

"Huh, kid, stop talking nonsense and provoking discord." Modesty couldn't tell what Quinnes' yin and yang mean.

Quinns shrugged: "Okay, okay, just treat me as a villain, but the spiritual tide has receded. It's not a few years since you don’t make any preparations. Don’t say anything about being sold. I didn’t remind you. Your Snake Spirit is a good thing. Don’t make wedding dresses for others.”

As a legendary transcendent, Modesty naturally couldn't believe in Quinnes' words, but even if Modesty didn't want to believe it easily, a seed of doubt was planted in her heart. Moreover, the Serpent Spirit was involved, so she had to think about it. If the secular world really recedes by then, then her snake spirit will become a sweet potato.

"Boy, if you talk about the wild flowers, you can't escape the fact that since you don't want to say it, then I can only draw out your soul and find the answer directly with you." Modesz said her eyes brightly, no longer want to talk about it. .

"I thought you could look at me for providing you with such a great news, so I can give you some more time." Quinns shook his head regretfully, and between the flips, three dead cards appeared in his hand.

Click, click, click!

Three soft sounds.

When I look at Quinns again, his body is covered with a set of blue and gray full-cover armor, hideous and terrifying. The reason why it was not made into a mecha-like weapon like a giant water elemental puppet was because of the rank problem.

In addition to the lack of semi-material chemical energy, the huge Tier 7 armor, with Quinnes's strength at this time, just an instant backlash, can make him belch directly before he does it.

Quinns, who was completely wrapped in armor, had a pair of light blue wings behind him, with layers of feathers spread out, with a wingspan of at least three yards, and a light wind blessed him in the slightest shock.

On the right hand is a long sword with no trace. The hilt lingers on the hand armor and is integrated with the armor. Extending from the hilt is a breeze spiraling upwards, like a sword. Like a gun.

Modes raised her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Three 7th-order wonders, is this the basis for you to talk in front of me? It's naive, you don't know the gap between a legend and a 7th-order wonders. "

Quinns' eyes were indifferent, his body was erect, and the breath of an elite knight came out naturally: "In fact, I know."

Sophia's wind sword raised lightly, pointing obliquely to Modesty, "Evil, die."

Instinct suppressor canceled!

Unblock the 7th-order strange thing ocean armor, 5th, 6th, 7th!

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, three muffled sounds sounded on the ocean riding armor.

Unblock the light wings of the 7th order strange thing, 5th, 6th, 7th!

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, three muffled sounds resounded on the light wings again.

Unblock the seventh-order strange thing Wind Sword, the fifth-order, the sixth-order, the seventh-order!

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, the last three muffled sounds sounded in the Wind Sword.

For Quinnes, he could talk to Modesty about the old days, and for Sophia, since it was an enemy, it was just going to go, there was so much nonsense.

The three tier 7 wonders were unblocked in an instant, and the huge pressure was all weighed on the souls of Quinnes and Constance. As for Sophia, concentrate on fighting.

With a lightly flap of the light wings, Sophia appeared directly in front of Modesty like a teleport. The Wind Sword rolled up the sharp wind tip and pierced Modesty's heart.

As an alchemy product made from the same semi-material wind elemental energy, the superimposing effect produced by two 7th-order strange objects cannot even be ignored by the 7th-order legendary powerhouse.

Cooperating with Sophia's swordsmanship, the sentence was just as swift as the wind and invading like fire.

Ding!

A green finger pointed at the tip of the Wind Sword, and after a stalemate for a second, it shot out with a loud boom.

Sophia flew out directly, and the Wind Sword collapsed into nothing.

Modesty on the other side, being blown by the harsh wind, retreated several steps, her elegant long skirt was cut into a shortage, revealing a pair of slender white legs.

Raising her finger, a trace of blood slowly left from her fingertips, Modesty looked at Sophia who was looking up again, and said: "I took back the words before, but I didn't expect you to use the seventh-order strange things, and exert your power. Can it be small."

Sophia didn’t reply. The defense of the Ocean Riding Armor left her unscathed, and the hilt of the Wind Sword was raised. In an instant, like a river returning, all the wind elements that had been scattered in the air returned, turning into a slowly spiraling handle. The complete long sword.

"Very well, it seems that I underestimated you, a legendary alchemist, I have to admit that at your level, your achievements have surpassed ninety-nine percent of alchemists in this world." , Modesty had insight into the mystery of Quinnes's use of the seventh-order wonders.

And the answer to Modesty was another sword stabbed by Sophia.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sophia and Modesty collided fiercely. Numerous afterimages of Sophia were around Modesty. The torn sword wind and the flashing aura leaked from time to time, ploughing the pig farm within a hundred acres. Again. Now those pig farmers don't have to worry about what swine fever will be rampant here in the future.

The aura of tearing the sky pierced through the clouds over the western suburbs, stirring up the wind and clouds of San Dres Fez~www.ltnovel.com~? ! It is the breath of a legendary powerhouse. "

"Snake? Who is the other one? New legend? The breath is a bit wrong."

"Who is it? Dare to go wild in San Dres Fez and immediately start the emergency plan."

"..."

boom!

An extremely condensed aura flashed away. After breaking the Wind Sword directly, it hit Sophia's heart directly. The ocean rider's armor trembled like a wave, passing through the whole armor, and even the lightness connected to it. The wings resonated, madly dispersing the spiritual power in the heart into the void.

Sophia's figure flashed rapidly in the void, wanting to relieve this power.

But this aura is too solid, a bit too solid.

Click! Click!

The cracked cobwebs centered on the heart of the ocean riding armor. Finally, the ocean riding armor was overwhelmed, and it shattered like broken glass with a bang.

Then the aura flashed by, penetrated Sophia's chest, and directly drove her deep into the pit.

In the tunnel, a big hole that could be seen from behind appeared in Sophia's chest, and blood from Sophia's mouth often vomited without money.

Modesty curled up to the edge of the pit and looked at Sophia in the pit and said: "Queens Dowd, you really gave me a big surprise. I changed my mind. As long as you say now, I can Save your life."

Sophia glanced at Modesti silently, and snorted, the armor fragments scattered on the ground turned into a stream of water and flew back to the half-remaining ocean armor, and recovered again, even the big hole in the chest that can stretch her fist. , Also temporarily blocked by the ocean armor.

Holding the recovered wind sword, she stood up hard, and Sophia pointed at Modesti: "Come again!"

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