Vol 6 Chapter 412: At the moment of life and death, let go 1 stroke at the end

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The moment the knight fell, the dark-haired wizard looked at the pillar of dragon fire that had fallen from the sky, leaving only this word in his mind.
That's right ... the fact is, as Serel said, the current oath knight may still be able to rely on the "oath" to maintain life and residual power; but if it is swallowed by Long Yan, the body is burned into coke ...
He who has lost the refuge of the Holy Cross will never survive!
Shun Kee confirmed the situation, and Loren, who had dispersed the swordman, backhanded a "Turin Fire" to block the incoming black fog, and then immediately flew to the oath knight who was leaning backwards, trying to rescue.
But obviously, Serel would not give him such an opportunity to lift the hand through the oath knight's chest without warning, and a black mist resembling a big sword followed.
"clang!"
The bursting fire was instantly torn apart by a black mist like substance, Loren instinctively parried, and the broken sword blocked the attack; but the black mist that was stopped scattered more parts, facing his eyes and eyes. The throat came straight.
There is no room for evasion, and it is impossible to save the dying knight at the same time.
Then seize this opportunity!
Loren blinked, and the magic circle lit up in the middle of his left hand.
Magic spell, the force shock.
Ding!
A slight blast of air hits the tip of "Chan Xing", and the long sword that twirled and dropped stopped firmly in the palm of the dark-haired wizard, thrusting straight at the face of the black cross.
Not only did he not retreat, but he greeted directly to the black mist that was going to penetrate himself.
If you can't rush to "die now" at the moment of conscious coma, then Loren will be dead;
If the long sword penetrates the head of the Black Cross first, so that he loses control of the power of the void for a moment, then the dark-haired wizard can seize the opportunity to take control.
and so……
Come, hurt each other!
The dragon flame devoted all his strength fell from the dome, constantly tearing and engulfing the black mist that was trying to intercept, and the almost white light exuded terror as if it could destroy all energy.
The black cross and dark-haired wizard under the eyes of the four eyes are equally nervous and twisted to the extreme, putting all their attention on each other, and no one has any spare power to resist the light of destruction from the sky.
The moment when Dragon Flame fell, the black mist turning into a spear crossed the sword edge of "Can Star".
"boom!!!!"
The white light rose on the hills of Golovin, illuminating the final desert.
The people who had just awakened from the coma were looking at the white light at the top of the hill in panic, staring round their eyes, at a loss.
"This ... this, who can tell me ..."
The trembling Brandon crawled out of the sand, rubbing his eyes desperately, his voice trembling:
"What the is ...?"
Edward on the side was also incredulous, and subconsciously poked his hand with a scabbard to wake up, but found himself sober.
On the floating city, gasping Isaac, together with the little wizard, lay Lusien, who was still awake, in a safe corner, and looked up in a tacit direction toward the white light.
"no problem?"
Looking at the pale arrogance, Ain couldn't help frowning.
"What a joke, how could it be okay!" Isaac rolled his eyes: "The headache is dead, the head to toe seems to fall apart, and the eyes are so fast that I can't open it. I am dead next second, also It ’s a normal death with no accidents, I think you ’re about the same.

The little wizard squeezed his mouth tightly and said nothing.
"But now we are not dead yet, so while we are alive, do something that a living person can do!" Isaac concluded.
Ain nodded solemnly.
"Ok!"
………………………
The flames extinguished in the ashes, and the light gradually dissipated.
Cerior stared at the dark-haired wizard who was pale and sweaty but still smiling at himself.
A translucent "ice wall" stood in front of him, protecting Loren and the dying knight of oath in the center, blocking the breath of dragon flames falling from the sky.
Magic spell, perseverance like ice.
At that moment, it was Serel himself who dodged backwards ... The black-haired wizard who caught the flaw in the moment swept the black mist with his sword, and guarded the oath knight while opening his fortitude like an ice demon Curse, blocked the falling dragon flame.
The black cross frowned, and his expression was so ugly.
Not because of the shame of being forced to dodge, but the dragon flame that the stranger's reaction fell from the sky, the sudden appearance of the oath knight, and the timing of cooperation with each other ... all were not expected by Serel.
If these can also be interpreted as Loren, who opened the third valve, has a level equivalent to himself, his will is no longer affected by the laws of the two worlds, and he can escape his own gaze ...
Then he showed decisiveness at that moment, and he did not hesitate to react when he retreated. It was like ... predicting his actions.
Was it just opening the third valve that made him immediately strong enough to control the will of the world, and even make accurate judgments about his every move?
How is this possible? !
absurd! Ridiculous!
An angry and distorted expression of Serel waved his hand, and the thick black mist swept toward Loren like a beam of light, extinguishing the unburnt flame along the way instantly, the ashes and ruins that were touched, instantly wiped out .
"boom!"
There was the sound of the ice wall cracking in his ears, holding the dying knight of the oath, Loren retreated decisively and rapidly, while constantly dodge the terrible black beam of light left and right.
"It's really ... a good guess!"
While he was escaping his life, the dark-haired wizard did not forget his emotions.
Serel is very strong, so strong that he can't describe it with words.
Predicting the future, distorting the world, controlling the void, and absolute coercion ... This is not a theory, but it is impossible for this world to have enough to defeat his existence, and it is impossible to hold a group.
To put it more frankly, if Serel does not want to fight with himself, even Loren, who has now opened the third valve, has nothing to do. Most of them can only watch the Doom coming to the Black Cross at least half because of being killed by himself. Stealing the Holy Grail, the plan became frustrated after the plan failed, which led to the current situation.
Because he is really too strong, so powerful that there is no "combat experience", he can still absolutely crush everything except for Loren himself, everyone's every move and even possible ideas, can not escape the eyes of the Black Cross.
But advantages can also be disadvantages.
For Loren, whose soul and substance are completely integrated, the power of the void or the spell is mostly something like a "tool".
After opening the second valve, this situation has undergone some changes, but a few tens of days is not enough to make this change qualitatively. Frankly speaking, he still has a strong time now And the concept of space is still a human being with "the power of an equivalent evil god".
But there is no concept of time or space in the void, and Serel has no consciousness of "material existence" relying on the power of the crushing level. He can easily defeat all enemies, and even be clear about all plans and ideas of the enemy. But it does not mean that he has adapted to the laws of the material world.
In other words, when there is an
uncertainty factor
that he cannot fully control, the situation will gradually start to get out of control; from the very little at first, to the last completely uncontrollable ... All it takes is time.
Time ... This concept, which is very foreign to Serel, is his most fatal weakness, Eckhart de Salion, and his death has been exchanged for this extremely important information.
The rest is how to use this.
The dark-haired wizard thought quickly.
If you meet such an enemy who doesn't follow the routine at all, or even completely exceeds the expected enemy ... probably put all your attention on it, looking for its weaknesses and flaws.
After all, no matter how powerful it is, as long as it is not schizophrenic, "thinking ability" and "attention" will always be limited. To spend too much thought on a troublesome thing, there is no time to take care of others.
As for whether Serel is like this ... well, let ’s try it first.
While putting the vowed knight of the dying comatose down, Loren, who raised his left hand, has opened three magic circles again in front of him.
Curse, rock will.
"boom!!!!"
The beam of light hit the suddenly rising earth wall and burst into a roar.
Looking at the dark fog blocked by the earth wall, Serol's face flashed a bit of consternation.
"Impossible ... right?"
With a sneering smile, Loren leaping from the earth wall nailed "Can Star" in front of him, holding the hilt of the broken sword "Dawn" in both hands:
"But I'm sorry, my power ... The power of the Nine Stars is infinite possibilities!"
"Humph!"
Lengheng's black cross opened his palm and squeezed hard.
Rumble ...
The black mist dissipated and the earth wall collapsed.
"This is what you call infinite possibilities. You are so arrogant that you make me ..."
"Boom!!!!"
The next second, the silver dragon descended from the sky.
【Humanity! 】
The roaring silver dragon did everything, suppressing Serior's actions with his body.
[Hands on! 】
Without hesitation, Loren, holding the sword in his backhand, placed the blade on his waist and turned his body to take a step.
The golden-red fire spewed out from the broken sword body of "Dawn".
Hold the sword, draw the sword ... cut!
Curse, the fire of Turin.
The roaring fire turned into a torrent, and he rushed straight towards Serior, who was stepped on by his silver dragon.
"boom!!!!"
Without even having time to dodge, the huge body of the silver dragon was blurred by the flesh and tears of the black mist pouring from directly beneath, wailing to the side of the desert.
The impacted fire and black mist collided with each other, engulfed, and then dissipated invisible in the air.
"How many times do I have to remind you of uninteresting tricks?" The black cross standing in the dust, staring at the dark-haired wizard who had swung his sword:
"Lorren Turin ... more than my sight, and even a certain degree of predictability for the future. You really surprised me a little."
"But as I said, just 'possible' ... is not enough to make you beat me!"
"clang!"
The broken sword was once again stopped by the withered palm; the curled air wave centered on the two, drawing a circle in the desert surrounded by ashes.
"That's it ..." Loren gritted his teeth and looked at the Black Cross. His nearly broken body was so painful that he was almost unconscious:
"Then let" may "become" must "!"
"Good ... whenever I think you should always grow, your arrogance can always give me some different surprises." The ugly-looking Serior sneered:
"But I hate surprises!"
"me too!"
Pulling the corner of his mouth in pain, the dark-haired wizard clasped the "dragon tooth" with the spearpoint in his left hand, and spurred into Serior's face.
Staring at the tip of the Mithril gun that struck, Serol's cold pupil shrank.
The key to this move is not to try to hit your own head, but to open the magic circle of "Dream of Dream" but the real purpose is to force yourself to retreat!
Continuously creating flaws, trying to destroy his rhythm, creating instant gaps to take away his control of the power of the void ...
That ’s right, Loren Torino, I ’ve seen your trick!
Dragon King City, Red Blood Fort Cathedral, Silver Helmet Mountain ... Every time may be slightly different, but the essence is the same!
No amount of disguise, disguise, or interference can change your ever-cautiousness, and only when you are fully confident will you take the risk.
The black cross in his heart sneered, facing the expressionless face of the "Dragon Teeth" spear pointed at him.
"puff!"
A black mist rose suddenly, sharply piercing the arm of the dark-haired wizard like a spear; the pointed spear was forced to stop in midair.
The slightly stunned dark-haired wizard seemed to be distorted by the pain, unwilling to loosen the hilt of the broken sword "Dawn", revealing the sleeved sword under his wrist, a plan to prepare desperately.
But his real trick is actually ...
"boom!"
The "primitive impact" blasted from the blade edge of the sleeve sword passed the Black Cross; the sleeve sword that was too late to recover, but the black mist that was coming in fell with the blood of the wrist, fell together On the ground.
Fear of despair surfaced in Loren's eyes, but he obviously couldn't give up on it.
"clang!"
Sure enough ... at the moment of the fall, the black-haired wizard once again grabbed the hilt of the "Dawn", and the awn of the sword spewed out from the broken sword body and swept toward Serel.
At nearly the same time, the six magic circles of "Fire of Turin" spread out at the foot of Serel along the trajectory of the blade.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Six fires in a row ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The flaming swordmans struck from the thick smoke with a waist-cutting momentum.
"May the void ... be with you !!!"
In the roar of hoarseness, the dark-haired wizard who broke through the flames put out all his strength, and he just took a fight.
But ... how is this possible? !
There was a cold smile in Serior's mouth.
"clang!!!!"
The rolling black mist collided with the golden-red swords, making a loud deafening noise.
At that moment, Serol, his eyes widened, put all his attention on Loren, waiting for his last-minute killing.
So, what is ... um? !
At that moment, he focused all his attention on the dark-haired wizard, only to inadvertently notice another figure of Serior, and he suddenly changed color.