After a while, no less than ten people gathered by the small lake of Zhang Yunfeng's residence.
Most of them are old men over fifty. Some are wearing casual clothes, some are wearing mage robes, and some are in military uniforms. What's even more exaggerated is that there is one who just ran out wearing a pair of big pants.
Even Brutz and Baroque, the two principals and deputy principals of the Royal Academy of Magical Martial Arts, came to join in the fun.
Looking at the purple fighting spirit on their bodies and the fluctuations of various elements, it was obvious that none of them were weak. Moreover, many of the old men present knew each other. At this moment, Kung Fu actually became polite, greeted each other, and then looked at each other in unison.
Looking at the two figures, one purple and one green, high in the sky.
"Are those two strong men making trouble up there? Why are the two auras so unfamiliar?" An old man in casual clothes looked at the two chasing figures in the sky and asked naa naa, "One of the auras is surprisingly strong.
I'm afraid they all have the strength of high-level sword masters, but the other aura is a bit weird. Why do I feel that only the magic fluctuations of junior magisters are really evil? When did these two figures appear here in Combeda?
"
"Yes! These two auras have never appeared before." The old man in military uniform touched his extremely thick beard, which was like a barb, and there was a trace of doubt in his dazzling eyes; "The aura of the Sword Master is indeed amazing.
Even I am ashamed of myself, but the magician's aura is very weak. It stands to reason that he has the ability to fight with an upper-level sword master, at least an intermediate-level holy magician or above, but the magician's aura is very weak.
It's a junior magister. This thing is really weird. Could it be that he was seriously injured and his aura is so weak? But here in Combeda, except for the Brian who was secretly cultivated by the royal family, there is no other wind saint.
Magister, where did that guy above come from?"
After thinking for a while, the old man in military uniform couldn't think of a reason, but his eyes suddenly saw Bruce, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in a loud voice: "Bruce, you are here just right, the remaining people from all around here are
I can confirm that the two guys above fought here at the beginning. In this way, they should also have something to do with this mansion, and this is the closest to your Royal Academy of Magic and Martial Arts. Please tell us quickly.
Do you recognize those two guys, and who is the owner of this place?"
"Old Kony, what do you mean by this? Why do I need to know whose place this is because it is so close to our college? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Brutz said while blowing his beard and staring; "In that case,
Do you know who lives in each household near your home? Don't bullshit me, I don't know the owner of this place."
This old man in military uniform is clearly the Rockwell Empire, the leader of the marshal family, the public servant of the empire, and the current marshal of the empire, Cornilet.
"That's not right. One of the smells is a bit familiar. I remember feeling it there." Baroque suddenly said.
All the old men immediately turned their attention to him, and Old Kony even asked: "Do you know who they are?" This matter cannot be tolerated by Old Kony. As the generalissimo of the empire, he is not only responsible for fighting against foreign enemies.
responsibilities, and also shoulder the task of protecting the country.
Super masters like saint-level experts who can cause large-scale casualties at every turn are almost always recorded by the military department of the empire. But now, a high-level sword master suddenly appears and is hunting down another suspected wind saint mage.
magicians, but they knew nothing about such characters beforehand. If these two people were evil-minded, they would probably bring immeasurable damage to the empire.
Baroque looked at more than a dozen questioning glances, as well as Old Kony, whose eyes were as wide as lanterns, and shrugged: "I can't remember it at the moment."
All the saint-level powerhouses were stunned by it. Damn it, this guy just said he remembered it, and the other guy said he couldn't remember it for a while. Isn't this a clear trick on them?
"Baroque, are you kidding me?" Old Kony started to spit and curse.
"What do you mean?" Baroque glared, and retorted not to be outdone; "I have felt less than a hundred breaths all day long, who would remember so many! Do you think I am a god? Besides, I have felt a hundred breaths all day long.
I don’t know when this happened, who can remember clearly?”
The two gruff old men immediately started a war of words!
Bruce on the side murmured to himself thoughtfully; "When Baroque mentioned it like this, I seemed to have felt the aura of the magician above there, but it's a pity that the distance here is too far and I can't see the magic clearly.
The teacher’s appearance, otherwise I should be able to recognize who it is!”
Zhang Yunfeng and the black-robed swordsman were really not that close to them at the moment.
At that moment, in order to avoid the suicidal attack of the black-robed swordsman, Zhang Yunfeng used all his strength to fly upwards. His unparalleled zhenqi combined with wind magic increased his speed astonishingly. At this moment,
Kung Fu had already flown to an altitude of three thousand meters above the ground. He could even clearly feel the coldness of the night wind and the gradually thinning air.
But Zhang Yunfeng didn't care about this at this time. The black-robed swordsman was desperate for his life. He didn't even care about the large and small, ferocious wounds on his body that were still bleeding slightly. He desperately chased Zhang Yunfeng above him. His eyes were as cold as ice.
With the knife, I just wanted to peel off his skin and swallow his flesh piece by piece. Looking down at the two people getting closer and closer, Zhang Yunfeng was really panicking now.
Originally, he planned to lure the black-robed sword master to high altitude, and then leave the enemy to fend for himself. Anyway, the black-robed sword master used the forbidden technique, and it was impossible to sustain it for long. Only after he got through this period, all that would happen
Then the world will be at peace. Unexpectedly, the fighting spirit of the black-robed swordsman is like a bottomless pit. Even after chasing him so far, the light of fighting spirit on his body has definitely not changed. It is still bright purple, majestic, and has no power at all.
There are signs of exhaustion. At this moment, the unparalleled fighting spirit in his body has been exhausted by the effort of escaping for his life. I am afraid that it will be completely exhausted within a short time.
Once there is no support from Wushuang Zhenqi, it is impossible to escape from the pursuit of the black-robed swordsman by relying on the speed of wind magic alone. Looking at the miserable appearance of the black-robed swordsman, if he catches up with him, he will definitely be killed with a fighting spirit.
Cut yourself in two.
For the sake of his own life, Zhang Yunfeng could only grit his teeth and try his best to ascend. At the same time, he kept cursing in his heart: "The time for the black-robed sword master's forbidden technique must come soon! Otherwise, my life will be left to you."
It’s here.”
As everyone knows, the black-robed swordsman was also depressed at this time. At first, he thought he had just accepted a very simple task, but when it came time to do it, he discovered that his opponent actually hid his strength. It was like a ninth-level magic.'
Wrath of Thunder severely injured himself, followed by another wind magic, trapping himself and almost losing his life in that magic. He finally used forbidden magic to escape from the desperate situation, and was about to kill the kid instantly.
I came to vent my anger, but I didn't know that the other party could actually do space magic.
OMG!
The black-robed swordsman was really confused at that time. Who was the opponent he faced today? Not only was he proficient in the three magic systems of thunder, wind, and space, but his magic skills were also not weak. At least they were advanced.
The strength of the magister. Moreover, this kid's escape speed was astonishingly fast. Even he, who used forbidden magic to temporarily gain the strength of a high-level sword master, could not catch up with him.
If any of this was spread, a large number of people would be frightened on the spot. But this boy Zhang Yunfeng took them all, and it seems that this boy is only about 20 years old. If this boy hadn't spoiled the organization's plan,
He really wanted to absorb Zhang Yunfeng into the organization.
It's just that it's too late to think about these things now. Now he has no way out and has no choice but to kill Zhang Yunfeng.
Just like that, one was running away desperately, the other was chasing desperately, and there were a lot of saint-level strongmen below who could make Combeda tremble with every stomp of their feet. Under such circumstances, Zhang Yunfeng flew to a distance from the ground.
At an altitude of seven thousand meters, there were even a few white clouds blowing past him at this moment, but now he didn't even have time to reach out and touch it. He could only keep flying upwards, hoping to get the black-robed sword as soon as possible.
The sequelae of Saint's prohibition struck.
I don't know whether Zhang Yunfeng's curse had an effect or whether his prayers moved heaven. When the two sides reached an altitude of 7,400 meters, the speed of the black-robed swordsman began to slow down in vain.
Although they still maintain a distance of more than ten feet, this distance has begun to gradually widen.
Gradually, the distance between the two sides has changed from more than ten feet to twenty feet...
Looking at Zhang Yunfeng who was getting farther and farther away, the black-robed swordsman was beating in his heart. He knew that the sequelae of the forbidden technique had begun to take effect. He could even clearly feel that the original continuous fighting spirit in his body was gradually disappearing. He
His body also began to obey the orders, and the purple fighting spirit light flickered on and off, like a lonely boat in the stormy sea, about to sink.
The black-robed swordsman's eyes showed deep reluctance, he gritted his teeth and started to use another secret technique.
Initially, when he saw the distance between the two of them getting farther and farther, Zhang Yunfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally escaped. But when he looked down again, his eyes almost didn't pop out.
I saw that the black-robed swordsman, who was several horse positions behind me at the beginning, seemed to be equipped with a rocket jet at this time, and his speed suddenly increased to a higher level. Compared to him now using Wushuang Zhenqi at the same time
Zephyr magic, and a point faster, the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed.
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...
At this time, Zhang Yunfeng could even clearly see the ferocious look on the black-robed sword master's face, as well as the madness in his eyes that looked back at death.
Suddenly, Zhang Yunfeng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, which was stronger than when he was fighting high-level monsters in the Forest of Despair.
Almost subconsciously, Zhang Yunfeng instantly used his mental chip to cast defensive magic. A wind shield stacked up between him and the black-robed swordsman.
At this moment, the black-robed swordsman's body suddenly inflated like an inflated balloon. In just an instant, his body grew in size and continued to expand.
"Master, be careful! Powerful energy suddenly erupted from the body of the black-robed sword master. The energy level has exceeded that of the upper-level sword master. He should be about to self-destruct. Master, hurry up and defend yourself!" Xiao Jiujiu's urgent voice suddenly sounded.
sounded in Zhang Yunfeng's mind.
Looking down at the swollen body of the black-robed sword master, Zhang Yunfeng finally knew where his sense of crisis came from, and he cursed in his heart: "You idiot, you are so cruel, you are still trying to self-destruct!" At the same time, he used his wind force with all his strength.
Shield, and at the same time, he continued to increase his speed, using up all the last bit of unparalleled energy in his body, using all his strength to open the distance between himself and the black-robed swordsman.
"bump!!"
After the black-robed swordsman's body expanded to its limit, it suddenly exploded.
At the last moment, the black-robed swordsman resolutely chose to self-destruct, using the life potential that could be forced out before self-destruction to shorten the distance between himself and Zhang Yunfeng. Then he urged his body to self-destruct with the intention of dragging Zhang Yunfeng to be buried with him.