Chapter 682: God battle (three/three)

"Rolin, is it really you?" Vianna's voice was full of disbelief.
Rolin didn't turn around, he stared at the opposite Netmel: "You take them out of here, using teleport spells."
"Yeah, good." Although Luo Lin's tone was imperative, it made Vianna feel a huge sense of security, and she responded softly, and her body flashed white light.
"Want to go? Dreaming!" Knightmel screamed, and the dagger in his hand slammed into the air in front of him. The tip of the dagger disappeared, but it sank into the depths of space.
"In terms of space power, I asked myself to have achieved something." Luo Lin laughed, and the iron sword in his hand also stabbed forward.
"Ding!" Somewhere in the air between the two sides suddenly began to appear a twisted light cluster, and then turned into waves of ripples. This is the ripple of space. Everything in it can't stand the shock of the ripple and quickly turns into The finest white powder.
But when this ripple spread to Vianna, Horn, Jasmine, Angela and others, it was blocked by an invisible force, unable to penetrate through.
Vianna used the mass teleportation spell. Because of Rollin's protection, the teleportation spell was able to proceed smoothly, and all the people who had stayed in the hall left the dangerous area.
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Nightmel's face was distorted, and she was gasping heavily, black smoke wafting in her mouth and nose, making a whirring sound.
Luo Lin smiled on his face, but he was very alert in his heart.
As the other party said, his body is temporarily condensed, but the other party carefully ponders, and the strength may not be much different. But there must be a gap in fine control. Really fight with all strength. If one fails to get caught, he will lose immediately, so this battle is very dangerous.
Of course, he also has an advantage, that is, the assistance of the world force.
To the Troll world, he and Knightmel are both invaders, but they are different. Rollin was born in the Troll world. Those memories of the world of Troll in the soul are his plane imprints, and the world still recognizes him.
And Netmel is a powerful dark god. She is now unscrupulously destroying the laws of Troll's world, and she has pushed the origin of the world to Luolin's side.
With the assistance of the world force, Luo Lin has a higher degree of control over the laws of this world, and he is less hindered when using the power of the laws.
For example, just now, when it comes to spatial skills, Luo Lin is also a bit higher than Knightmeier, but there is no essential advantage, but the two sides compete. He has a slight advantage.
So, it really fought. Both sides have their own advantages, and Luo Lin is not absolutely sure of whether they can win.
On the eve of the war, Luo Lin also took a deep breath, so as to smooth out the distracting thoughts in his heart such as ‘you must win, otherwise Vianna will die’, and his mind was lost, and he suddenly felt Jinghu.
Whenever there is a big enemy, we must calm it down to exert the greatest strength.
"Fight!" Luo Lin's slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the golden red light on his body flashed violently, turning into a streamer, stepping out, his body was in front of Nitmel, and then he simply said The sword stabbed out.
This sword seemed to be exactly the same as Horne, and the strength was not much different, but Knightmel's response was completely different. She chose to dodge.
The mortal sword before was the culmination of killing and the pinnacle of mortal skills, but she was a god, and her skills surpassed any mortal, so she could break it at will. But the sword of the God of War, from the great avenue to the simple, seems to be a simple sword, but this is only the performance of this sword at the time of'now'. After this sword, the entire timeline is densely covered with the heavy sword shadow of this sword. .
This sword shadow exhausted all the changes. Netmel saw through the mystery in an instant and simulated countless coping methods in her mind, but the result was still a failure, so she chose to avoid the edge.
One is the sword of mortal space and the other is the sword of time. The gap cannot be calculated.
Netmel retreated, and retreated into the deep space, disappearing from the eyes of mortals. Luo Lin followed closely. In his eyes, space is water, and the opponent just got into the water.
A moment later, the two disappeared into the surface space together. Immediately afterwards, there were some unexplainable ripples in the surrounding space, and then after a few seconds, the two figures once again appeared on the surface of the space.
In the eyes of the mortals around the ducal mansion, they saw two light of different colors flashing, appearing and disappearing for a while, and then the surrounding ducal mansion slowly turned into white in a burst of obscure power的齑粉.
Vianna's mass teleportation technique did not spread Horn and the others too far, because it would consume a huge amount of power, and they appeared together on the zenith of Lehman Palace, a kilometer away.
From here you can see the fighting situation in the Ducal Palace from a condescending manner.
Horn and others are all martial sages, how could they give up the opportunity to watch the battle of such a supreme powerhouse, even if they are seriously injured, they all hold on and watch.
What they saw in their eyes was more specific than ordinary people, and they could barely see two vague figures fighting fiercely.
The two sides are entangled together, and dense explosions continue to appear. This entire space is constantly exploding and vibrating. In this space, the power of laws is constantly clashing, and various laws are changing rapidly, and it is chaotic.
Vianna tried to use spells, but she immediately discovered that these spells were planned as soon as they appeared, and the entire law of Mosharon was disrupted, and any mortal spell could not be successfully cast.
"What kind of power is this?"
This is not only the question of Vianna, but also the question of Horn and the others. They stood watching the battle on the square with shock in their eyes.
The opponent's speed is too fast, and the opponent's various skills are too esoteric and obscure, they can't understand at all, but this does not prevent them from feeling the terrible power.
"What is the power of the teacher? Is this God?" Angela asked softly.
Jasmine was not sure, just looking at Horn. Horn was also full of doubts. The change was too sudden. They thought that Vianna was about to be unlucky just now. As a result, Luo Lin appeared out of thin air, and then these two forces began this terrifying battle.
Alchemy master Bi Ang saw clearly. He pointed to the golden red vortex that occasionally appeared in the air in the distance and said: "You can still see the shadow of mortal power. It's just that Luo Lin has developed this power during this time. To the point where mortals cannot understand."
Horn also saw the whirlpool. But this form of power and the essence of martial arts that Luo Lin once gave him are a hundred times more subtle. It's not the same level at all.
He tried to understand this power, but after only observing it for a while, he felt a splitting headache. This power was so cumbersome to the extreme, and in the extreme cumbersomeness there was a mysterious essence that he could not understand at all.
Looking at Angela and Jasmine, they are all in the same state as him.
Bi Ang sighed, seemingly enlightened: "This is the battle of God!"
The pinnacle of the mortal world is a legend, and the true demigod is hard to come out for thousands of years. Now the battle that even the legendary powerhouse can't understand can only be explained as a battle of gods.
At this moment, the battle ahead suddenly stopped, and then the two light groups no longer flickered. They suddenly entangled together, and there was a continuous explosion of sound, each of them was like a thunderbolt. A dazzling flash appeared, and there were hundreds of flashes in an instant.
However, Luo Lin completely sealed off this space with the help of World Origin. Knightmel can no longer easily escape into the space, so the two sides can only confront each other!
"Rorlin. You will definitely die!" The dagger in Netmel's hand didn't know when it was replaced with the Moon Blade. As for the weapon, she now has no disadvantage.
"We have already duel, and you have lost, this time, you will still fail!" Luo Lin's character is more and more courageous, he has been thoroughly familiar with his body with the help of his brain during this period of fierce fighting. , Even if there is a gap with Knightmeier, it is not enough to affect the overall situation.
More importantly, he had beaten Knightmel uprightly before, which gave him a strong psychological confidence.
This self-confidence turned into an indomitable momentum. Luo Lin's fighting spirit boiled to the extreme. He suddenly screamed, and the divine power vortex appeared like stars. In an instant, Luo Lin made forty-nine swords, overlapping sword shadows. The stacks came out, one after another, like waves surging violently, continuously rushing towards Netmel.
"Tianyan all things, sword cloth kills the formation. The last time I confronted, I realized something and created the Sword of Killing. You have a taste."
With the help of the world force, Luo Lin felt that the whole world had exerted great efforts on his body, and his killing intent was boiling to the unprecedented extreme. These forty-nine swords were the manifestation of all the killing intent in his heart on the sword.
Knightmel knew that the opponent had the strongest attack. This attack was already prepared by the opponent. If she forced her to attack, she would most likely be killed by the flaw, so she could only block it!
She blocked one sword, two swords, and three swords, and kept blocking forty-seven swords. By the time of forty-eight swords, she felt the strength of the previous forty-seven swords superimposed together, forming a majestic force. It was stacked on the forty-eight swords, all of them rammed her.
At this time, she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to resist successfully.
"Forty-eight swords are so terrible, what about forty-nine swords?" When he blocked this sword, such a thought flashed through Netmel's mind, and then he was shocked.
This moment is a psychological flaw. Although it is fleeting, but the peerless strongman can make a move, how can it tolerate the slightest flaw?
This flaw was immediately caught by Luo Lin, and the forty-ninth sword followed immediately.
This is still the sword of time evolution. It seems to be a simple cut, but in the subsequent time, this cut has divided countless sword shadows, which completely enveloped Netmel's body.
With a slight "poof", two light flew out, and a petite body flew out ~EbookFREE.me~ and fell on the grass, constantly rolling backwards, looking at the twisted appearance, the bones of this body are already All broken, it should be dead.
But something incomprehensible happened. This body was struggling to get up. Although the movements were weird, it got up. She looked at the golden red light group that was still and slowly dimmed not far away, and said sharply: "Luo Lin, You wait. I'm completely tired of these little jokes, see you in the abyss!"
The golden red light gradually converged, and Luo Lin also sighed. He won a dangerous battle in this battle. It can be said that he only won the opponent by one sword. If the opponent blocks the last sword, his whole person's spirit and killing intent will quickly fall, and he will lose his peak, his confidence will also be hit, and the opponent will seize the opportunity to kill him.
But in any case, he always wins. Yijian's success or failure determines life and death.
He was unmoved by Netmel's voice and replied faintly: "I am waiting for you."
Then, the little girl fell to the ground and turned into water at a speed visible to the naked eye. It invaded the grass. The grass on the grass sizzled, and all turned into black water. (To be continued...)
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