The fighting air cover covered with nine layers of colorful light emitted a suffocating pressure all over. Yale XIII instantly flew to Donggeli and gently patted the old guy on the shoulder.
"You go and help Loway solve those sluts. I will execute this traitor with my own hands."
Dong Geri hesitated for a moment and whispered: "These hell's lowly species can have a trick called blood sacrifice. Please be careful." Seeing that Yale XIII nodded, he left with confidence.
Royke's eyes flashed slightly, and the appearance of Yale XIII was beyond his expectations. He originally thought that he had been in seclusion and isolated from the world, but now he has added many unknowns to the plan.
"Mo Wumu once clicked you in front of me a few times. At that time, I thought what he said was a bit ridiculous. I didn't expect that he would actually tell me that you are indeed the annihilation of the creatures of hell..."
When he said this, his tone suddenly became cold and he scolded: "If you wake up now, I might be able to let your family go, but you have to explain all the accomplices in the Holy Empire!"
Royke was not moved at all. For the sake of the night's picture, he had already made the worst plan. He sneered twice and said with a sarcastic sarcastic expression: "You are indeed a dog's belly. I have endured it for hundreds of years. Tonight, I finally have the opportunity to see Tian Yue again. Even if it is failure, what's the point!"
As he finished speaking, his hand whip shone brightly and rushed towards Yale XIII like lightning. The roar was endless, and the powerful force drove the surrounding airflow. If he was not careful, he might be involved.
However, Yale XIII was not nervous at all. With the peak strength of level 9 of diamonds, he has long been accustomed to attacking with this intensity.
I saw a long sword suddenly sacred from his hand, which instantly blocked the attack of the long whip. A huge impact sounded in the air, and the rubble on the roof of the palace shattered and fell.
In the midst of lightning, the two men fought each other three or four times, but they did not get any advantage from each other. The battle between the two who were the strongest people under the sky made both subordinates excited.
Royke stared at Yale XIII's figure, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and he growled: "It seems that it will be really hard to subdue you without using your unique skills!"
Suddenly, the fighting spirit in his left hand turned into a sharp knife form, gently slashing on the back of his right hand. Black blood flowed out along the back of his hand, and a series of contemplations came out of his mouth.
Seeing that his movements stopped, Yale Thirteen immediately swung his long sword and slashed towards Royk hard. Unfortunately, when the long sword was two inches away from Royk, he could no longer move forward.
At this time, Royk's body was growing rapidly and slowly turned into a giant about ten feet tall. His eyes were red and his expression was furious, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Ignorance human, let you see what the strength of a semi-saint is!"
Waving the long whip that had grown bigger in his hand, he swung towards Yale XIII like a slammed into the shore. With its top speed and super power, Yale XIII could not avoid it at all, so he could only bite the bullet and use a long knife to meet it.
A violent golden sound burst out again, and the surging power exceeded Yale XIII's imagination. It was not resisted for a while and was directly knocked out five feet away.
Royk was not as unrecognizable as an ordinary necromancer. He was covered with a layer of silver armor and held a long whip of colorful light. His whole body was like the god of death in hell, which was daunting.
Yale Thirteenth held his breath and focused, holding the long sword's right hand tightened slightly, and a violent air flow rotated rapidly around his body. A phantom of giant python appeared on the long sword, and powerful pressure surged out.
"Look at how my Dragon Soul Sword destroys you rats!"
With a loud shout, the peerless man over 300 years old ran out first, and a fiery red light came out from his sword, and the giant python phantom opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Royk at high speed!
Royk roared at the mouth, and the long whip in his hand also pushed up. Two lights collided together. Soldiers within 20 feet and the necromancers were shocked one after another. Some soldiers with slightly lower cultivation were even shocked and killed on the spot.
The light almost rendered the night into daylight. Dong Geli in the distance was secretly anxious and wanted to go over and inquire in person, but unfortunately several undead warriors had surrounded him and could not get out for the time being.
Loway was also a little uneasy inside. He had been in love with Yale XIII for hundreds of years. The reason why Star Academy can get so much support is also inseparable from the care of this old friend.
The light curtain gradually dissipated, and the two of them still did not fall from the sky, but Yale XIII's body was slightly hunched, and a few drops of black liquid appeared on the corner of Royke's mouth. It was obvious that both of them were severely injured.
Yale XIII's face looked a little pale, and suddenly he sneered: "With such a strong strength, I have been servile all the time. I have really wronged you over the years."
Royke snorted and laughed disdainfully, and said coldly: "It's not without rewards to bow down. I will make money back tonight! The old man will not shed tears until he sees the coffin. I advise you to arrange the funeral for your Yale clan as soon as possible!"
After the words came, the long whip in his hand threw out a whip flower, and the light and shadows splattered everywhere and rushed towards Yale XIII again. The silver armor was so majestic, and the power on the long whip was even more surging.
Yale Thirteen was shocked and never dared to continue to force against each other. After all, Royke had the strength of a semi-saint after his transformation, and even the peak of the ninth level of diamonds was difficult to resist.
He quickly activated the fighting spirit in his body, trying to avoid it at a very fast speed. Unfortunately, Royk's whip was elusive and was extremely fast, so he didn't give him a chance to escape. The long whip hit his left arm hard. In desperation, Yale Thirteen had to lift up the long sword to resist.
The attack was neat and clear, and the outcome was obvious. Yale XIII was knocked out directly, a wisp of blood spurted out of his mouth and fell heavily from the air to the ground.
When Dong Geli saw this scene, his eyes were so bitter that he yelled: "Emperor!" The sword in his hand desperately danced, trying to clear away the necromancers around him, but unfortunately, he showed a flaw in his indifference. He was hit by a diamond-level necromancer and spurted out blood. He had to raise his twelve points of energy again to continue fighting.
Royke laughed a little, waved the long whip in his hand again. If he could extract the soul of a diamond-level ninth-level super strong man, it would undoubtedly be of great benefit to his cultivation.
Rowe, who was far away, was also anxious. He quickly murmured twice in his mouth, and a violent wall of fire appeared between Royke and Yale XIII.
However, this level of firewall could not stop Royk's pace at all. He roared and direct flames. Just as his eyes were emitting a hot light, Yale Thirteen bounced up from the ground like a shell and rushed directly towards Royk!
"Damn it!" Royke cursed. He didn't expect that Yale XIII was so cunning and fell to the ground as if he was seriously injured. It turned out to be to reduce his defense!
A sneer appeared on the corner of Yale XIII's mouth, the long sword in his hand was extremely dazzling, and a fiery red python rushed towards Royke's face. The hot temperature even made Royke's face look red.
At this critical moment, Royk's long whip was suddenly surrounded by a layer of black fog. Yale XIII's figure was a little blurred. When the sword fell on the thick fog, Royk's long whip finally had time to swing out and protect his vital parts.
Yale XIII failed to succeed in one blow, and quickly retreated two feet quickly. A girl wearing a scarf behind Royke held a staff, and it was obvious that the black fog just now was released by her.
Seeing that the girl finally took action, a hint of joy flashed in Royk's eyes and shouted: "Emona! Hurry up and summon the Saint to kill all these sad humans!"
Unfortunately, Emona did not agree. The scarf could not stop her expression, but her tone was extremely cold, "The saint hates killing the most. You can only solve your own affairs by yourself."
Hearing her unhesitant rejection, Royke's eyes showed a deep sadness and almost sobbed, "Do you just have the heart to watch your father die here?! Even if I beg you, can't you let the Saint save me?!"
Emona didn't speak without saying a word and allowed Yale XIII to continue fighting with Royke. She seemed to hate this battle very much. She was far away from the battlefield and watched the people inside fight in a cold manner.
Yale Thirteen was also secretly speculating in his heart that when Royke spoke, the girl in the distance actually had the strength to kill all of them. What was that so-called saint?
The cooperation between Donggeli and Rowe became more and more sharp. The remaining dozens of necromancers had stopped, and the necromancer camp on the ground had been completely disbanded. After suffering heavy casualties, the cavalry of the Bauhinia Guard finally completely suppressed them.
No one could see Emona's expression clearly. She seemed to be a goddess who was not in the world and had almost no grief for her own losses.
Behind her was a tall young man with a pale face slightly embarrassed. It was Roycole, who had just escaped from death under David Mo. He was not as calm as Amona, his eyes were full of anxiety, and there was no trace of the noble boy's style.
"Save your father! Even if there was something wrong with him at the beginning, please don't let him die in this place that shames him!"
Emana's eyes finally showed some turbulence. She had already hated this so-called father to the core, but Roycole's words reminded her of her mother's last words before her death, which finally made her already silent heart shake.
Yale's Thirteenth Dragon Soul Sword Technique was domineering and strong, while Royk's fighting spirit was almost unable to support it, so the situation on the side of the Necromancer practitioner became increasingly serious.
The girl in the scarf finally sighed and finally gently danced the staff in her hand! (To be continued.)