Chapter 362: Desperate?

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Disentas was about 130 meters behind Luolin, which was probably the limit of his casting distance.
Looking at the opponent in front, Disentas was concentrating, and the magic in his body began to flow into the staff in his hand. Before casting the spell, he said to Samuel: "The power of anger in the opponent's body is too strong. He is always on guard. We, so my legendary magic may not be effective on him. So I am going to extract the magic power from the gargoyle under him, you are ready."
"Understood." Samal nodded and squeezed the sword in his hand. This sword is a new one, exactly the same as the one that was crushed by the opponent before, and the material is also the same krypton gold, which is famous for its hardness.
Disentas began to mutter words. About two seconds later, the staff in his hand suddenly pointed towards Luolin's temporary mount, and said, "Return to peace, servant of death!"
Suddenly, a burst of black smoke gushed out of the gargoyle, and the smoke contained a strong death magic. At the same time, the gargoyle's wings stopped waving and became a dead object again, and it was planted on the ground.
At this time, there was no gargoyle around Luo Lin. Disentas had already dispelled the gargoyle to one side, at least more than 300 meters away from him, only besieged and not attacked, ensuring that the opponent could not continue to use his strength to escape.
The gargoyle mount suddenly failed, and Luo Lin was also shocked. Almost at the same moment, he felt a strong wind rushing behind him. From the huge chaotic breath of death, he knew that the powerful Undead Sword Master had arrived.
This is a kilometer high in the sky, Luo Lin has already begun to fall, but he still has no panic in his heart. The gargoyle, who also started to fall, slapped his hand. Leverage to turn around. Hearing the sound, he stabbed his sword behind him without hesitation.
"Ding!" With a sound, he blocked his opponent's sword.
At the moment of the confrontation, Uzumaki Jin and the strength attached to the opponent's sword continued to confront each other, making a series of dense tremors.
After a moment, Luo Lin roughly distinguished the flow of strength on the opponent's sword.
There is the wildness of the Sword Saint Bengshan Jin, but at the same time there are many delicate changes, the feeling of surging and rolling. It is like a wave, but it is much stronger than a wave. It should be called a tsunami.
If the Thunder Blade Sage faced this sword, he might suffer a loss, but Luo Lin was very familiar with these two powers. In an instant, he made a reasonable response and mobilized the middle sword. The direction of the vortex Jin accurately eliminated the terrifying energy contained in the surging waves.
The pure strength is clashing, and the magic power surging at the same time with this strength is also colliding.
The power of condensing anger like a crystal flame and the icy death magic power full of destruction are constantly fiercely fighting around the sword body.
On one side is the flourishing fire of life. On one side is the death ice that can wither all things, rotating and colliding with their own strength. On the front of the confrontation, terrible energy blasted everywhere like lightning, making a beeping sound.
After about half a second, the two sides fought to match each other, and Samair's well-prepared attack was blocked by Rollin.
After the block, Luo Lin successfully borrowed the strength of the opponent's sword. He completely turned around and suspended himself briefly in the air. Without any hesitation, Luo Lin began to seize the offensive with his opponent.
The moiré sword still attached to the opponent's weapon slid down the opponent's sword, trying to cut the opponent's sword holding finger.
Samair was attentive, constantly changing his sword, and competing with his opponent to take the offensive. He knows that the opponent's body has nowhere to leverage, as long as he can hold it, it won't take long for the opponent to fall into the wind, and then he will be beheaded!
Under the fierce confrontation, a puff of sparks sputtered everywhere, looking from a distance, it was like a puff of exploding fireworks.
With this confrontation, Samir clearly felt the opponent’s strength. Even if the opponent’s body did not have any focus, even though the opponent was still carrying someone on his back, Samir felt that the opponent didn’t care and he seemed confident that he You will be able to win in general.
Samuel didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but he did feel an indescribable pressure in his heart, and he felt a bright trend from the opponent's response.
"Those who oppose me will be destroyed by me; those who stop me will be crushed into powder by me!" This is what Sameer feels.
The forces attached to the swords of the two sides are still clashing, but Samuel is not sure whether he can gain the upper hand, his reconciled fighting will begin to collapse, no, it should be said that he was once again destroyed by the opponent's will.
Hesitation and lack of confidence surfaced in his heart: ‘Can I beat him? "
This question arose in his heart. This question only existed for an instant and was forcibly suppressed by Samal, but it was already too late, and his energy rotation appeared stagnant for an instant at this moment.
Really, there is only a moment of time.
But at this moment, Samair felt his opponent's power burst out suddenly, and his small mistake was enlarged to the limit.
In the next moment, Samuel saw the dazzling sword edge cut towards his neck.
This scene is unusually familiar. There is a memory of this scene in his soul. On the surface of the black water, the same cold light and the same sword power cut his head.
There was a sense of fatalism in Samal's heart. It seemed that he was destined to be cut off by this sword, and there was a cold and rigid feeling on his body that was difficult to break through.
"Oops, it is the remnant memory of Morovogan!" Samuel was shocked, trying to dodge, but there was no time.
Just when he thought he was bound to die, this cold-light flashing sword suddenly turned and slashed towards a purple-black magic arrow flying nearby.
Disentas' voice came over: "Retreat!"
This teacher saved his life.
Samair immediately gave up the gargoyle under him and leaped back, and then he saw his gargoyle was taken by his opponent, and the opponent flew away again.
A gargoyle flew over and caught Samal who was falling.
"Thanks, old man." Samuel thanked Disentas with lingering fears. If it hadn't been for the rescue of the lich at the critical moment, he would have been over by now.
"Never underestimate him. Sameer. He killed Morovaggan in a fair duel!" Disentas exclaimed. Just now when Samair took the shot, he also began to release magic on Rolin, hoping to interfere with his actions, his casting speed was already very fast, and it didn't take a second.
But just for a little bit of time, Samir actually fell into death, and if he slowed down, Samir would definitely be killed. if that. He could not support it alone, so he could only retreat.
This Juggernaut is too scary.
"I know!" Samal said angrily, he really did his best just now.
"I can see that your martial skills are not inferior to Morovogan. But Morovogan won't be defeated by a single sword. Compared with him, you lack the confidence of a true Juggernaut!" Disentas hit the nail on the head.
Sameer was speechless and was silent for a while. He admitted his shortcomings: "My heart is not as firm as my opponents. But this shortcoming cannot be remedied instantly, what should we do?"
"Forcing him to land, a group of us will treat him alone!" Disentas said.
He, there are also five liches with advanced magician level. Adding a master of martial arts, if this is still not able to beat the opponent. Then they really have no meaning.
It's very simple to let the opponent land.
Disentas chanted a curse, once again letting the gargoyle under his opponent fall asleep.
Luo Lin, who had lost his flying mount, fell again.
"Damn it!" Luo Lin cursed secretly, and quickly drank a bottle of Feather Potion, and he began to float in the air.
"The elements are silent!"
The voice of the lich came over, and then Luo Lin felt his body heavier, and accelerated his fall again. The effect of his potion was dispersed by the opponent.
There was no gargoyle around to attack him, and the undead Swordmaster didn't attack him anymore, which made him have nowhere to borrow and fell helplessly.
It's nearly a thousand meters high here. If he falls, even if his body is far stronger than ordinary people, he can't stand such a heavy fall.
"Iona, let's have a flying technique!" Luo Lin said.
"I don't have much magic power. I'm afraid it will be dispelled by the other party." Iona looked helpless.
"In that case, you can only rely on primitive means." Luo Lin sighed, took out the animal skin used for gliding from the magic package and gave it to Iona: "Well, open it, it can at least speed Come down so that we won’t fall to death."
"Good." Iona grabbed the animal skin parachute.
Luo Lin was holding a sword and was fully on guard to prevent his opponent from destroying his last slow-fall tool. After looking for a while, he found that the opponent had not been close, just looking at him from a distance, as if waiting for him to land.
After thinking about it for a moment, Luo Meng understood the opponent's plan. When he reached the ground, there was a division, five high-level magicians, one undead swordsman, and seven people against him. Then he really didn't have much to win.
"I guess I won't be able to beat them." Luo Lin sighed. He really couldn't think of a way to escape from birth this time. Surrounded by so many magicians, he didn't dare to release the little dragon to ask for help from the airship, because Little Jinglong couldn't fly out at all, it was definitely the result of being killed as soon as it appeared.
Therefore, he can only fight hard to see if his luck is good enough to seize the few chances of victory.
Iona didn't seem to be very scared, she actually smiled: "You regret it?"
"Forget it, I don't regret this habit." Luo Lin smiled, his eyes fixed on the gargoyles who followed, especially the outrageous Undead Swordmaster with high martial skills.
Luo Lin always felt that this guy had a very familiar aura. He seemed to have seen this guy somewhere, but the opponent's face was very strange, unlike any powerhouse he had ever seen.
"Where did the undead find the masters? Are there already so many masters these years?" Luo Lin really couldn't figure it out. He killed Morovaggan and another one appeared, although this guy has no disposition of Morovaggan. So terrible, but the martial arts is even better than the old guy. If you give your opponent enough training, it is definitely a terrifying and powerful enemy.
They are still falling, the height is less than 500 meters, the ground is getting closer and closer.
Iona suddenly asked: "Luo Lin, you said that if I were a mortal, would we still be the same as now?"
"Your brain is broken? Asking this kind of question at this time?" Luo Lin couldn't understand Iona's brain structure.
"Don't ask at this time, I don't know if there is any chance in the future." Iona smiled.
Luo Lin thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, if you are a mortal, we can only know each other at best, there is not so much trouble."
"I heard Vianna's words that night." Iona suddenly came out again.
"What night?"
"The night you tied me at Fort Bridge, you just confused my mind, I didn't really faint."
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~ I didn't expect you to have the habit of eavesdropping." Luo Lin smiled, but he has no time to chat because the ground is close at hand.
Unfortunately, this is a plain, and there is nothing else around it except dry grass, and there is no terrain to use.
Fighting against six powerful magicians and a powerful Undead Swordmaster in this kind of ghost place, the difficulty has risen straightly, and it is almost no different from sending death.
As soon as he landed, Luo Lin didn't run anymore, because it didn't work anymore. It didn't do anything but wasted physical strength. It's better to stand and recover his physical strength.
After a while, the Lich and the Undead Swordmaster fell to the ground one after another. They were very careful and fell to the ground far away, without giving Luo Lin any chance to attack. The gargoyle surrounded all the surroundings, blocking all the escape routes for Luo Lin.
After standing firm, the most powerful lich took a step forward. He took off the hood on his head, revealing his snow-white skull head, and smiled at Luo Lin: "Long time no see, little pariah in the dock area!" To be continued...) r1292
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