Dust of History Chapter 45: Let’s have a good talk

Wells looked at the man who blocked his arrow with mixed expressions of shock and anger. Using an arrow to intercept another arrow is difficult even for him. And the speed and destructive power of this arrow are no less than his.

The height of the female patrol soldier, who was already outstanding among the elves, is now even more outstanding. Her body is almost half bigger than when I saw it just now, and she is almost as tall as Xilica. The taut clothes stretched out a perfectly curvy silhouette along the body. The black war bow was pulled away from her hand again, and the green vindictive light was faintly visible on her body.

It's not just brute force to draw this bow. Before that, the female patrol soldier had exhausted all her fighting spirit and strength, but she could barely pull it off once, but now she can at least pull it off and shoot continuously. The mutation of her body brought more than just a simple increase in height and strength.

The elf girl next to her just removed the emerald green leaves from the female patrol soldier's body. It is obvious that the alienation of this body is the effect of the spell she used.

"Everyone stop. If anyone strikes first, our arrows will not be polite." Against the backdrop of thousands of bows and arrows around, Elder Lloyd's voice was much more majestic.

At the right time, Sedros threw an ice wall spell with all his recovered mana, blocking all the templars rushing. Although this thin wall of ice was not much different from a piece of paper to the Templars, no one dared to move it. In this case, breaking the barrier may be a signal to the surrounding elves. The Templars all looked at Bishop Adela.

"Elder Lloyd, what do you mean?" Adela looked at Elder Elf seriously.

Elder Lloyd replied slowly: "I just hope that everyone stops. Both sides are our friends, and we will not allow the blood of our friends to stain the land of Tulare Forest."

Adela snorted coldly: "These two are the leaders of those evil orcs, and there is also a heinous criminal who is wanted by the whole continent. Are you going to side with them? Are you Be our enemy."

"How is this possible." Elder Lloyd, with an unbelievably wronged expression, explained everything to the cardinal anxiously. "If I really stand with Sedros, will I still be here to persuade the fight? Couldn't the arrows of the tens of thousands of elves here be of sufficient use?"

Adela was stunned for a moment, then she frowned slightly and her face changed slightly. This explanation easily conjures up the possibility that things have gotten out of hand.

Lloyd sighed. He waved his hands and said with a earnest tone and expression: "I said, I hope everyone stop. You are all our friends. Even if you do have any festivals, I don't want you to argue here."

"Everyone retreat first." Adela's face turned slightly green. Waved for the Templars to come back.

Hilton next to Asa breathed a sigh of relief, and almost fell down on his buttocks. He never thought in his life that he would one day be brave enough to face so many templars, and the hand holding the fist and sword could not let go due to excessive tension.

He's the only one here who breathes a sigh of relief. Everyone else didn't relax because of the unexpected stop, but became even more nervous. All their eyes were fixed on the growing and fierce storm of dou qi in the center of the arena.

Gru and Lancelot probably didn't hear what the Elf Elder said, and even if they did, they wouldn't stop, let alone stop. And Elder Lloyd didn't let the elves take action to stop the battle between the two, or he knew that the elves would never be able to stop it.

The flying dust condensed in the field like a cloud that was pulled to the ground. Two vague figures in the cloud and mist are moving rapidly. Spinning, then colliding, there was a lightning-like flash of battle energy colliding, and then there was a deafening thunder-like loud noise.

All humans and elves stopped their movements. Looking at the tumbling mist in the center. But almost all of them have been unable to distinguish the battle situation. The uncapturable figure, the wind, air, sound and light leaking out from time to time have already surpassed the comprehension of ordinary people. This seems to be two gods who should be above the nine heavens, because the divine power and majesty revealed in the battle with each other are all shocking and awe-inspiring.

The sound inside is getting denser and louder, the air is vibrating, and the leaking air cuts the face, it seems that the whole forest is trembling in this battle. The cloud of dust and vindictiveness rolled more and more intensely, but it was always pulled by the power of the two people fighting in it without overflowing, and only circled and impacted within a distance of more than ten meters. , and then keep increasing. Just from the occasional airflow that leaks out, one can see the strength of the grudge in it. The vortex of the douqi was enough to crush any object that entered without authorization. It was already a separate world for the two fighters.

The expressions of both Sedros and Adela were unusually dignified. Although they all blessed themselves with spells such as eagle eyes and sharp eyes, they still couldn't see clearly and understand the battle in this battle. But it was because they couldn't see clearly that they were even more nervous. The two people fighting were the strongest of both sides, as long as one side was defeated. The balance of strength will be broken immediately. Even if the elves interfered and couldn't immediately fight to the death here, the future situation of the two sides would definitely change drastically because of this.

The looks of the templars are similar to those of the cardinals, or even worse. Fighting in the arena is synonymous with justice in their minds, their idols. It has already surpassed the attributes that a person should have, it is impossible to lose, it is impossible to die. But this battle has already surpassed their understanding, and their minds have been fully devoted to the battle. Only Warrior Jiawei didn't seem nervous at all, but just stared blankly, his pair of sea-like blue eyes were as quiet as a lake that had been silent for thousands of years, reflecting the battle in front of him reluctantly, as if It's like reflecting every bit of these into it and engraving it into my mind.

Although the expressions of the four temple knights are still a little nervous, they are not intense, and more of a kind of selflessness. Will Skye. Talis, as well as Edric and Christine, who were already safe under Adela's treatment, looked at the battle in the field like a painter observing the handwriting of a **** of art. The singer is listening to the singing of the melody spirit.

Asa is similar to them, maybe even worse. Although he is by no means the strongest among the spectators, perhaps he is the only one who can see the battle clearly.

The meditation technique has been brought to the extreme, and the battle between Lancelot and Gru can be clearly seen on the field. The movements of the two of them, the flow of fighting spirit, everything was quickly but orderly reflected in his mind.

Although meditation makes the mind calm and clear, Asa can still feel his blood boiling. Every movement of Gru and Lancelot, every shot, every exchange of blows can make him feel something burning deep in his soul.

He really couldn't find any profound words to describe the battle between the two. If you have to say it, there are only two words that are most suitable, that is: beautiful and strong.

Gru's every move. The explosive power and speed contained in each attack have already surpassed the limit of human beings. The power emanating from the body that didn't look much different from ordinary people surprised and admired him countless times. More importantly, the aura exuded from Gru, he didn't make any extra moves, he didn't even bother to defend, and always attacked. No matter how dangerous and urgent the situation is, he still uses all means to hit his fists and feet towards the opponent's body. This method is integrated with his huge destructive power, so strong and simple, so simple and strong. Asa even believed that Gru, the biggest Behemoth behemoth, could be easily dealt with even if he faced it head-on.

This superhuman strength made his blood boil. Because he clearly remembered that he had confronted and fought against such an opponent. To face such a strong body.

Watching Lancelot's battle made this boiling feeling a step further, a step deeper.

Lancelot doesn't have Gru's power that can destroy any opponent, and he doesn't have that invincible aura, but he is able to show no signs of defeat under such strength and aura. Even more shocking. His movements are still as flowing and smooth as silk, every smallest detail and movement are perfectly coordinated, complementing each other seamlessly.

He is not as simple as Gru. Although his sword skills are perfect, his battle qi and magic are also used in battle so wonderfully that they are not only integrated with the sword skills, but also with himself

One body. Every sword, every magic, every fight is not produced by him, but is released from his body naturally like blood and breath, which looks more simple than all the simplicity, because it is the original complicated thing. The simplicity that can only be produced after being condensed to the extreme. It's as clever as clumsy.

Looking at this perfect way of fighting, and recalling the restriction of the combination of grudge and magic power that was still left in his body just now, Asa felt as if he had touched something. Although he still doesn't quite know what these are, but the vague feeling is enough to make him excited. He clearly felt that he was taking a step up on a high mountain.

A figure suddenly rose from the cloud of dust and vindictiveness, it was Lancelot wearing a glorious battle armor. His whole body was wrapped in the radiance of white magic, and there were many cracks and dents on the radiant armor. In the middle of the air, he shouted loudly, and the milky white light radiated from his body and expanded in an instant, solidifying into a huge holy light cross sword. This time the cross sword was bigger and more radiant than ever before, and the white light shrouded in holy light was more than ten meters long.

If God has a weapon, it must be such a weapon. Everyone who saw this sword felt this way.

When this miraculous white giant sword appeared, it also slashed towards the cloud of dust below. There is no word, maybe this lightsaber is just tangible and intangible. But no matter how close or far away or in which direction the thousands of people watching were standing, their hearts twitched. They all had the illusion that this sword would divide themselves and the entire forest into two neatly from head to toe.

And suddenly there was another ball of white light bursting out from the dust, this light was not as distinct as the Holy Light Cross Sword, but vague but extremely strong, illuminating the entire dust ball. The big cloud of dust just now has become a dazzling ball of light in an instant.

Gru's roar came from the ball of light, and the entire forest and everyone trembled together. Then this huge ball of light rose from the ground like a huge meteor that went up against the sky and hit the Holy Light Cross Sword that was falling in the midair. As soon as this ray of light left the ground, the wind and momentum it brought out filled the entire space.

"Stand back." Asa opened his mouth and shouted, but even he couldn't hear his own voice clearly. He stretched out his hand and pulled Sedros back quickly. The three of Hilton also turned around and ran back when they saw the opportunity.

Adela also retreated quickly under Will Skye's pull, and the templars also flew away to protect the injured Edrick and Christine. Everyone could see that the impending blow was the all-out effort of two peerless powerhouses, and it was earth-shattering.

With one sword and one ball, two huge white rays of light collided together. It was unclear whether it was the sword that had slashed into the light ball or the light ball that had crashed into the edge of the sword. In an instant, there were only countless shattered white rays of light and the wind mixed with vindictiveness swept away madly with the sound of shattering.

The two nearest trees, which could only be embraced by three or four people, were torn apart like pieces of paper under the light and strong wind~IndoMTL.com~ And then a dozen or so big trees were also broken dump. The three Hiltons who were closer and weaker flew out directly. Sedros swung three or four ice walls and atmospheric shields in a row before barely standing together with Asa. Adela did the same, and stabilized her position after a series of protective spells with the Templars.

The two figures in midair fell down. Lancelot barely stood still, the glorious armor on his body had been shattered, and his bare bronze skin was covered with terrifying wounds. He staggered back to Adela's side, and just about to speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out first.

Gru's condition seems to be a little bit better than his, at least he still stands upright. It was just a long wound stretching from his left side to his right waist. Judging from the fact that it was only a little bit worse than Quan Yong, this wound would definitely not be shallow. The key is that his eyes, which were originally bottomless black, no longer have the slightest brilliance and momentum, and there is actually a thin layer of gray.

The elves were all standing far away, but even so there was a lot of staggering here and there. Elder Lloyd was smiling, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation. Just now Luya created a barrier of thorns in time to block the impact.

"Now everyone can finally have a good talk." The elder elf coughed, waved his hand, and led the female elf patrol soldier and Luya to walk over together. The surrounding elves also shrank and surrounded.