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(What is that?)

Looking at the figure, Meali felt a little uneasy... ***Ring                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     �

(Be careful, Marian, what are you doing?)

"It's the forbidden demon spirit, it's terrible!"

Marian seemed not to hear Meallie's complaint. She just stared at the fire snake that had just been destroyed, her face pale as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"This is impossible!"

Elinoa was also shocked when she heard this, but she did not try like Marien. Instead, she took a few steps back and waved her hand to disperse the water elemental elves that were originally going to step forward to attack the prince with her. The taboo demon spirit is a kind of demon spirit. In essence, it is no different from what Meallie encountered in the underground arena, but there is a clear difference between the two. The former is just a magical chaos caused by mental instability, while the latter deliberately communicates with it.

In this way, he absorbed the magic spirits in the air and drove them to work for himself with his firm will. This spell would exhaust the energy of the caster. He was drawing him into a mummy that was perfect so that he did not need to be treated with antiseptics. Prince Heine obviously had another method. He used his own guards as a casting body and allowed them to bear the backlash they deserved. But he only got the benefits of this spell. It was obvious that he had planned it.

"It's so troublesome now. The enemy filled with magical spirits is the most difficult to deal with. Now we are fighting for control of magical spirits... Maybe the teacher can do it, but we absolutely cannot."

Alinoa retreated, and at the same time she did not forget to pull a handful of Mealee.

"Hurry up and let Mr. Yiming retreat! We must leave here! He has absorbed the swordsmanship and magical power of two people. Mr. Yiming has no way to fight him!"

(……………………… Can you do it?)

Meialie did not retreat, but stared at Yi Ming's back and asked.

"It's hard to say."

Yi Ming's figure shook. But Prince Heine seemed to be faster than him. The two swords in his hand suddenly swept to the left before Yi Ming's action, accompanied by lightning, storm, ice and snow, and other messy lights and airflows. At this moment, the other Yi Ming showed his figure in this violent magic storm, flying backwards like a kite, falling heavily into the darkness of the void.

Then the world suddenly shook, and in just a moment, the sunshine, the blue sky, the white clouds and the grass returned to everyone's sight again. The extraordinary existence just now seemed like a dreamy reflection, and it had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Yi Ming sat up from the grass, and the next moment his figure was tied to the ground with two long swords, but then he shook and disappeared.

Another Yiming appeared behind the prince and shook his head.

His forehead was so hot, and the discomfort like a fever swept over him. The values ​​formed by light manipulation need to be obtained by high-speed calculations of the brain, but just like the CPU with advanced performance, no cooling fan is missing, Yi Ming's brain naturally cannot come with a water cooling device. Although there is no consumption to control light itself, the application of the brain is very high. Maybe he shouldn't have such a big scene?

Yi Ming shook his head, and once again seemed to be embarrassed to open his body to the left, dodging a sword mixed with poisonous gas. Anyway, even if he was stabbed, it was just an illusion... But the speed of this prince was obviously very unusual. His speed seemed to have exceeded Yi Ming's understanding limit. The moment he squatted down, he had already appeared at the target position. It was simply because his brain was thinking faster than the other party's body movements that Yi Ming could barely judge the other party's foothold and position. Otherwise, even he might not have been able to avoid it so easily.

(According to Marien, we should retreat.)

"You know, I never leave a tail. Yi Ming's two swords reflect, and the sword in his left hand stretches forward and turns around. He leads the long sword through the thunder. His movements are not big. Every position is accurately guided and aimed, and the brain and body of ordinary people always have a few seconds of error. However, Yi Ming's brain transformation can completely ignore this error. Adjusting and improving nerve reflexes and sensitivity is not a problem, but it is another matter to make the body faithfully and accurately reflect the action commands and signals issued by the brain... Who knows if there will be delays due to network problems?

Warriors are always used to be believing instincts than believing in the judgment of the brain in battle, but Yi Ming simply believes in the judgment of his own brain. In fact, the so-called instinctive reaction is nothing more than a self-judgment behavior made by the brain, but its reaction speed is far above the rationality that may crash at any time.

Prince Heine lingered Yi Ming like crazy, and Yi Ming did not have a good countermeasure for a while. The frequency of using illusions is not high, and now the man who looks like a Terminator is shining in his eyes, and it seems that he is completely irrational. It doesn’t have much practical significance to use illusions, just like you ask a drunk person a question, but no matter what the answer is, he will not change. Then the next one is only……

Prince Heine raised his sword again, but the shadow fighting with him changed in an instant. A huge sharp sickle mixed with a cold death storm whizzed by. The two figures were about to part. Then a curved stick-like object flew out of thin air and then fell to the ground. The arms lost their bodies and still held the sword that had lost its magical light in his hand. But it only stayed on the ground for a moment, and then struggled and jumped up like a fish that pounced on the shore again.

I didn't expect this thing to be really tricky.

Yi Ming waved the giant scythe and frowned and felt helpless. He activated the "parallel overlap" in the moment, but the attack route that could not have been blocked by the opponent four times, and only the last time succeeded, which surprised Yi Ming a little, not to mention this perverted wielding ability... This kid is probably not as good as a human than himself.

"Ask Marian, is there any solution to this thing."

The roaring force forced Yi Ming to take the opponent's attack, but the moment the giant scythe contacted the two swords was still a little hilarious, as if Yi Ming was not only facing a human, but a giant excavator, with powerful pressure coming. While thinking about whether there was a way to cut off his head, Yi Ming asked Mei Yali. After a moment of silence, Mei Yali's answer came.

(Yes, I have.)

"What's the solution?"

(It's just as far as you go.)

Mayalie had no intention of giving Yiming hope at all.

(According to Marian, the body of this prince is now just a container of the magic spirit, similar to a doll. Even if you cut off his head, or your hands and feet, it is useless. Unless there are magicians who have higher power over the magic spirit like Aini or the Lord of Heaven, they can control the magic spirit in the prince's body and let it disappear.)

"In other words, this guy is now an undead terminator. If he cannot interfere with its core energy, will it become transformed gold and steel?"

(It's almost that's it.)

Although the situation was urgent, Mayalie's tone was still mixed with a smile.

(Of course you won't be helpless.)

"certainly."

Yi Ming sneered.

"Since it can't be cut into pieces, then just let him disappear."

As he said that, Yi Ming turned around casually, and the dark giant scythe turned into a rune and returned to Yi Ming's arm. Then he ran forward and crashed into Prince Heine's arms without hesitation.

Facing Yi Ming who came to his door, Prince Heine began to laugh wildly. His heart was filled with joy of satisfying his wish. This man ruined his good deeds and even forced himself into a dead end. This was his retribution! He wanted to watch Yi Ming roll in pain under his own swords, beg for mercy, cry bitterly, and enjoy the pleasure of trampling him under his feet, so that he could forgive his disrespect for himself. I am a prince!! Such a despicable civilian dared to destroy my plan. I will definitely make him worse than death!!

"Why?"

The prince's smile suddenly frozen.

His body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and his arms were constantly pricking into the air, looking as ridiculous and funny as if he had been turned over.

Where is his leg? Is it cut off? Impossible! Even if it is cut off, it will return to his body!!

"I say, His Highness, this prince."

Yiming's smile appeared in front of Prince Heine, and nodded gently to him, even if he was saying hello.

“How does it feel to walk without legs?”

"Where did you get my legs?! Unruly pariah! Return my legs to me! I'll spare you to die!"

"It's so pitiful, I've started talking nonsense."

Yi Ming shook his head regretfully. Then he stood up and looked around, and after confirming that Mealie had led the others away, he lowered her head again.

"Forget it, it's not too late to talk nonsense with you now. Anyway, under Meyeri's setting, I have to be responsible for luring you away so that you don't hurt those ladies. Then we launched a decisive battle between the cliffs that shocked the world and the ghosts. In the end, your... magic breaking has a problem, and then it flew into oneself gorgeously. Look, how about this script? I don't like it very much, but Meyeri thinks it's good, and I can't do anything about it." As he said, Yiming sat on the stone next to Prince Heine, staring at him with a ridiculous look at him still waving his sword to the sky meaninglessly-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Forgive me, I apologize to you sincerely. I didn't want to kill you very much, but now you have to die. Because I suddenly had a good idea... For this idea, you go to die, don't worry, sacrifice is always great, dedication is always glorious, and many people will remember you in the future."

Speaking of this, Yi Ming looked up and looked at the sun, shrugging his shoulders.

"The time is almost over. If you stay there, you may be set to become a death with you... I am not interested in dying with a man."

As he said that, he stood up and walked to Prince Heine again, and then stepped on his arm.

"You must be curious about how I got your legs out."

Yi Ming's voice was soft and calm, as if introducing a not-so-good retail product.

"As a gift to that world, I especially allow you to appreciate it."

Imitating Prince Heine's tone of speaking, Yi Ming said with a smile, then he stretched out his right hand, and the black runes on it kept trembling, moving in some inexplicable trajectory like having an independent consciousness.

"Runish armed, resonance mode---reloading."

Accompanied by Yi Ming's order, the black rune lines flowed back and disappeared into Yi Ming's palm. Then, Yi Ming slapped Prince Heine's chest with a palm.

There was no sound or light. When Yi Ming stood up again, a trace of being a human had disappeared in this world forever. He was restored to his original form and no one could notice it.
Chapter completed!