Lord Roar

Chapter 383 The Insane Handsome Old Man
No one thought that when the two magicians were fighting, someone would come out and do something, and it wasn't the Pope.

"Go to hell, get out of here!" Seeing someone blocking him, Conslet didn't even look at him, and directly shot three magic crossbow arrows, and struck them with an axe.

Allen felt that Conslet should be really impatient, otherwise it would be impossible to learn his own swear words.

The figure in the air showed disdain, and the golden shield had just blocked the three arrows of the magic crossbow, when he suddenly realized that the magician opposite him was actually holding an axe?
He came out so fast just now that he didn't see clearly at all. He thought the other party was holding a weird wand.

The demon-breaking crossbow blocked it, but the ax also struck down, and the figure was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly backed away.

Conslet, who was standing in the air, yelled: "Where did you come out and you don't have eyes, get the hell out of here."

Everyone finally saw the figure in the sky clearly. This guy had a yellow complexion and black hair. He was extremely tall and burly. He was wearing ordinary light armor.

Allen always felt that this outfit looked familiar.

Everyone was watching this figure, and this guy was also watching Conslet with a dull expression.

It's true that the other party is a magician, and I can also feel that the other party is using magic elements to float into the air.

But Nima, what are you wearing?There is a magic wand, but you don’t hold it in your hand. It’s meaningless to put it on your belt, and you’re also carrying a hand, a crossbow, an axe, wearing armor, and a short sword pinned to your back. What the hell?

"Good dogs don't get in the way, get the hell out of here!" Conslet cursed again, with a serious expression on his face.

The guy who popped out suddenly from the opposite side, the golden shield he summoned just now is at least of the mentor level, otherwise it would be impossible to block his own magic crossbow arrows, and the other party's if he has no momentum, he will not let it down at all. For Albert, the magic fluctuations around his body are very strong, and his cultivation is definitely more than that of a magister.

The figure looked down at the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe, then at Conslet, and asked indifferently: "You, you are the Bloodhoof Tribe, a sub-holy magician, Master Conslet? My name is Newingate, and I am dragon.."

Before Newingate could finish his pass, Allen on the ground shouted, "Call me a helper, fuck him!"

Allen waited for the other party to be distracted.

In the next second, a dense rain of arrows shot at Newingate.

The old blind man Blind Dragon slashed out a sword aura.

Lacey shoots eight ghostly sighing skulls.

Rooney pointed at a dead vine.

Old Du Fu played a water archery.

Allen took a blue brick from the ground and threw it on it.

Babylon the Great tore off the horned python from its neck, swung it a few times like a western cowboy harnessing a horse, and then threw the horned python out.

Newingate was taken aback. If Albert, who had been on guard for a long time, hadn't teleported over to pull him away, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to report himself in his life.

But even so, Newingate was surprised by the instantaneous fighting power of the Bloodhoof tribe.

These attack methods are fast or slow, elemental attacks and physical attacks, and they are varied.

The fastest one was the wave of arrows, with a green light shining at the top, which was obviously highly poisonous.

The second is the astonishingly powerful sword qi, and the sword qi is as real as it is, obviously from the hands of the sword master.

Then a meal of various spells followed.

The slowest is one piece. . . .brick?
Newingate looked at Allen who was throwing bricks in a daze. Where did this joke come from?

But there is something funnier than throwing bricks.

That's the horned winged python.

The great horned python thrown into the air by Babylon was very speechless, fluttering its two small wings, its head was sweating, and it hadn't flown ten meters high.

Glancing at Babylon resentfully, the horned python didn't know whether to continue flying up or land on the ground.

I have two good wings, but it is impossible to fly directly to a height of [-] meters. It is difficult for me to fly ten meters. Are you stupid, Big Babylon?

How could I have such an idiot master! ! !
Also, what do you mean by dumping me several times before you threw it?
Seeing that the Bloodhoof tribe made a move, the Winged Knight hovering over the palace also drew his sword. The eyes of the two templars began to emit strange colors, and their bodies shook slowly.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, a golden figure stepped out from the main hall.

"Stop!" The Great Pope looked at Allen expressionlessly, and asked lightly, "Chief Bloodhoof, why did you bring the crowd here, and give me a reason not to kill you!"

Although the Great Pope was expressionless, everyone could hear his monstrous anger.

Seeing that the Great Pope finally showed up, Allen pulled Orpheus over directly, and with a stab on Orpheus' neck, he grinned and shouted, "Give me a reason not to kill your son."

"Orpheus?" The Pope's eyes narrowed, and his chest was slightly undulating as he never showed any joy.

Albert also landed on the ground with Newingate at this time, standing next to the Pope on the left and right.

The Great Pope glanced at the unwilling Conslet, then at the panting Albert, and was startled suddenly. Although he didn't know how the two fought just now, he knew it was Albert at a glance. Especially at a disadvantage.

Albert sighed and shook his head slightly.

He really wanted to talk about the scene of the five-year agreement like half a day ago.

But now he didn't dare, he was afraid that Conslet would teleport over and kill him with an axe. Conslet looked like a human being, but unexpectedly he was a lunatic!

He was really afraid of Conslet. After becoming a holy rank until now, he really didn't pay attention to the people of the world. Except for Raging Flame Dragon City and his old friend the Great Pope, he didn't have any Put it in your eyes.

Space is a holy step, you can cross the distance at will, as long as you get close to the opponent, and the body touches it slightly, the opponent will be thrown into the void by yourself.

Albert always thought that he was almost invincible. It wasn't until he met Conslet today that he realized how ignorant he was. It wasn't because the opponent's magic power was higher than his own, nor was it because the opponent's spellcasting speed was faster than himself.

The main reason is because he has a heart to die, and this guy is also a double cultivator of magic and martial arts.

Far away, my empty spells are not as powerful as others.

If you get close, let alone touch someone, if it is within half a meter, it will definitely be swung by an axe, let alone half a meter, as long as you are within fifty yards, someone will shoot you with a crossbow arrow, and it will still break you. The magic crossbow, the magic-breaking crossbow engraved with magic runes, the magic-breaking crossbow with highly poisonous engraved magic runes, his own space element shield, can't hold it for a few times, and this guy doesn't move towards the shield. Shield shot, aiming at the brain.

He proposed a five-year agreement before, and he really wanted to provoke the other party to take the initiative to come to him to die. Of course, for the sake of the Great Pope, at most he can abolish his first level of cultivation, so that he can't surpass himself in his lifetime, and he can't. would literally kill him.

It's a pity that thousands of calculations have been made, but they didn't count that they would play routines.

No wonder Kangslet is only a sub-sage now. It turns out that he is a dual-cultivator of magic and martial arts, and he also practiced multiple spells. If he didn't practice physical skills and multiple spells, he would have become a saint a long time ago. How could it be his turn to say it? raving.

Now Albert doesn't fantasize about the Pope interceding for Conslet, he just thinks if he leaves the holy mountain one day and asks Conslet to block the door, will he ask the Pope? Beg for mercy.

Albert has been really straight for decades, and he is also the master of walking sideways on the mainland.

But he was afraid of death, especially since Kangslet's cultivation base was not much lower than him.

Albert is not afraid of a normal magic contest, but it's a pity that Conslet has too many routines.

On the other hand, Newingate, who was next to him, subconsciously glanced at the blood-red giant ax that Conslater was holding upside down. The ax that struck just now carried a strong negative force on it, and many of them were extremely terrifying. negative force.

Conslet, who looked unwilling, didn't even look at the Pope, raised his ax and pointed at Albert and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, keep going, aren't you the most powerful person in the mainland, aren't you?" Wait for me for five years, come on, let's continue fighting, see if I can hack you to death today, and let me five years? Blind your eyes!"

Allen looked at Conslet in surprise. He didn't expect this old guy to be so grumpy. Didn't he just let you five years? As for it, how strong is his self-esteem.

In front of so many people, Albert was a little embarrassed to step down. The dead duck said stiffly: "You throw away that axe, you take the wand, and we start all over again."

If he didn't say that, Alan didn't think too much about it. After all, a space mage met a sub-sage mage who was both skilled in magic and martial arts and wore a suit of armor. Wright is better than him.

But as soon as Albert was such a dead duck and stubbornly found a reason, Allen really started to underestimate him.

It's more embarrassing to say this than not to say it. You fucking care about what weapons people use.

Unexpectedly, before Allen could sneer, the red-eyed Conslet pulled out his wand from his waist, broke it in front of everyone, and said with a grinning face: "I'm not afraid to tell you, this wand is This bloody battle ax of the nether world is my magic wand, it is taken from the spine of the scarlet lord of the nether world, Chijiayan Beast, and it has been infused with eight dark magic powers to form it."

After finishing speaking, Conslet squirmed his lips and swung the giant axe, only to see that the giant ax actually shot out a dark light.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, this giant ax was obviously a magic wand, it was just a shape. . . .The shape is fucking an axe?

Even if your ax can shoot a hundred spells, that doesn't deny the fact that it can kill people with one axe.

Not only Albert was dumbfounded, but Allen was also dumbfounded.

What a frenzied elemental user this must be, to store all the magic power in the axe. .

(End of this chapter)