Kendo True Explanation

Lofesta rushed from the air to the ground frantically. The white flames burning all over his body drew a white light trail in the air as the speed increased. The entire dark area was completely illuminated. In the beating flames, waves of almost pure power continuously spread out. This kind of power is pure and powerful. It is the holy power that is regarded as a symbol in the Holy See.

The white flames all over Lofesta's body come from the burning of the sacred weapon in his hand - Rofield. With a whistling sound, the huge white giant sword fiercely slashed straight ahead. He was like a meteor falling from the sky.

On the ruins there, Lorgar and the Night King stood side by side. But just quietly watched his roar. The expressions of both of them were calm and calm.

Luo Jia took a step forward slowly.

"It's still me. Rofield's burning, the famous sword of purification, condenses the soul and all the power of Rofield, the most powerful golden knight in the history of the Holy See. I want to see if it is really as powerful as the rumors !"

His white beard fluttered slowly to the left with the direction of the wind. It was originally twisted into a bunch, but now it became a little messy.

As the white meteor in the sky approached rapidly.

Luo Jia stretched out his hands, and his two arms, which were so strong that they did not look like an old man at all, faced each other in front of his chest.

Snapped!

Clap your hands together hard. Even the whistling in the air couldn't cover up the crisp sound.

Countless black smoke immediately began to escape from him. It seems to be the remaining smoke from a fire that has not been completely burned. The strands are constantly floating upward and converging.

His eyes, his mouth, his nose, his ears, in the crevices of his clothes, between his hands. Countless black smoke spread out quickly. Converging into a small black vortex above his head.

An abnormal evil breath spread instantly.

Almost everyone present felt a cold and evil aura continuously spreading from Luo Jia.

Standing in the ruins, the bearded old man seemed to be surrounded by countless evils, and everything around him almost disappeared. There are only countless black air.

The vortex above his head slowly rotated, quickly expanding from the size of a human head to more than ten meters in diameter. It was like a huge black curtain covering his head. Cover up his figure completely.

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The leading man in black looked solemnly at the black vortex in the middle of the field.

"What an evil breath..." he said in a deep voice. "As expected of an A-level powerhouse with two heads."

"My lord, you are ready. You can leave at any time." A black robe behind whispered.

He held a small oval crystal ball in his hand.

At this time, the originally transparent crystal ball was slowly flashing an uncertain red light. Once strong and then weak. It was as rhythmic as a heartbeat. The red light is emitted directly from the center of the crystal ball. Gives a faint hazy beauty.

"Don't panic. Let's observe again. There are only two of them, if Lofesta can..." The black-robed leader fixed his gaze on the field below. I didn't finish my sentence.

Boom! !

The white light and the black vortex collided fiercely.

Lofesta roared, but no sound came out. It's like a silent pantomime. With the giant sword as the tip of his whole body, he stabbed fiercely at the center of the black vortex. Countless white flames on the giant sword spread and burned along the surface of the black vortex.

From a distance, it seems that a white flame vortex and a black vortex are constantly confronting each other.

In mid-air, two huge vortices were like two discs, almost completely cutting the entire ruined space into upper and lower halves. Above is the world of white flames, and below is the space of black smoke.

The black and white discs crazily offset a lot of energy. Countless black and white spots of light continue to escape into the surrounding air. Slowly scattered like sparks.

The Night King's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he exited Luo Jia's black mist range in an instant. The whole person appeared directly in an open space in the original place.

But then, a black and red figure followed him in the open space.

It was Grisnan who followed Lofesta earlier.

The man in black and red-edged armor still looked a bit embarrassed at this time, his face was pale, and his body was dusty, as if he hadn't fully recovered from the battle just now. …

But when he stood opposite, the bloody hand shield on his left arm was filled with huge and pure power fluctuations.

The hand shield is in the shape of a standard triangle, with three blood-red gemstones at the three tips. Even when the three gemstones are confronted by countless white lights and black smoke, they still emit a faint scarlet fluorescence without showing any weakness. Like three blood-red eyes. With every movement of the arm, three faint blood-red lines will be drawn in the air.

In the middle of the shield, in the middle of countless twisted patterns like vines, a pair of ferocious and evil blood-red eyes are also emitting red fluorescence, and the material seems to be the same as the three gemstones.

Grisnan's originally pale and embarrassed face seemed calm and calm under the red light of the shield in his hand.

"It is an honor for me, Grisnan, to be able to consult His Highness the Night King, the master of the legendary Night Castle." The knight smiled calmly. As if never hurt. Full of confidence.

The distance between the two was less than ten meters. The uneven ground in the middle is some scattered cement stones. Such a distance, no matter which side it is, can be easily crossed instantly.

For strong men who are hostile to each other, this distance is already extremely dangerous.

The Night King stared at Grisnan. His eyes fell directly on the red hand shield on his left arm. The pupils shrank slightly.

"The Holy Artifact Bloody Curtain Shield... Are you a member of the Bloody Curtain Knights?"

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." Seeing that the other party didn't intend to do anything, Grisnan was happy to rest. For a strong man of the Golden Knight level, he is not very sure, being able to hold the opponent is already a great success. Even if he has a holy weapon, his own strength is at the peak of b-level, close to a-level. But close to A-level and real A-level are two completely different concepts.

In this world, among the group of B-level powerhouses, there are many strong people who are close to A-level, but there are very few people who have truly entered A-level. Almost every major force has a fixed number of people. Each of them belongs to the absolute high-level, holding a lot of power and being invincible. In every organization, the right to speak is very high.

What's more, the master of the Dark Night Castle, the Night King, is not a new A-level player. He has already become an A-level powerhouse many years ago. After so many years, no one knows how far he has reached.

The Night King's scarlet eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the black and white disk that was fighting fiercely not far away.

I don't know when, the countless black smoke in the air condensed into a huge black hand, the whole body was seven or eight meters long, and black smoke was blowing from the whole body. It quickly and fiercely invaded the range of the white flames, and grabbed Luo Luo. Festa.

In the white area, countless white flaming moths flocked towards the black hand, the power of white and black canceling each other out.

But the speed of counteracting is far less than the speed of the black hand grabbing Lofesta.

"glory!!!"

Above Lofesta, a ball of light shining with dazzling white light suddenly fell down. The speed is extremely fast, like a flash of lightning. Accompanied by an inexplicable roar.

The ball of light slammed into the big black hand.

Without a sound, the ball of light and the big black hand annihilated at the same time.

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The black and white disk instantly collapsed. Like an exploding fireball, the white flames and black smoke offset instantly.

Lofesta flew upside down, suspended in the air. There was also a silver-armored knight floating beside him, who was the one who had been standing behind him just now. A pair of silver metal wings behind this knight flapped slowly. The glaring white light all over his body is slowly fading away. Obviously, he was the one who helped Lofesta just now.

Luo Jia below did not move in place, but his feet were deeply sunk into the concrete ruins below. It was obvious that his strength was suddenly dispersed just now, and he suffered a small loss.

He looked up at the sky with a gloomy face, the two figures glowing with white light looked extremely dazzling.

"There is actually a holy artifact...very good...!!" He glanced at the two Night Kings on one side.

The direction of the surrounding heretics has disappeared, and the side of the black robe has also disappeared.

Obviously, several parties took the opportunity to leave the battlefield.

Although I don't know how they escaped from the black mist. But Luo Jia didn't think that his random arrangement could completely surround these people. …

At present, each of the opponent's three holy artifacts is very important, not to mention that Grisnan is not the strongest in the Orthodox Church, and the aura of the black-robed leader makes Luo Jia feel uneasy.

"Night King, let's go. They are not here now, but the two of us have not been able to deal with these people." Luo Jia said lightly.

When Grisnan, Lofesta, and the young knight heard this, their hearts sank at the same time.

"There are still strong..." Grisnan noticed the expression on the opposite side of the Night King.

The opponent was extremely calm, as if he didn't come to participate in the imprint battle, but just to join in the fun.

"Three sacred artifacts... I thought the two of us could solve everyone." The Night King smiled. The figure stepped back. The whole person suddenly turned into countless black shadows and disappeared in the air in an instant.

Luo Jia also stomped on his foot, and quickly retreated into the shadow of the building behind him, and then the sound of footsteps became farther and farther away. until it disappears completely.

As soon as the two A-levels left, the audience fell silent.

Grisnan flopped down on the ground. His whole body was weak, and he reached out his hand to wipe his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

"Good guy... so many fierce people suddenly appeared... I don't think this is like the imprint battlefield, but more like the third holy war." He smiled wryly.

Lofesta and the knight quickly flew to him and landed.

As soon as the young knight landed, his face flushed. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been injured by the counter-shock just now, but he kept pressing on the injury.

There was a gleam of white light in Lofesta's hand, and he pressed lightly on the young knight's forehead. The knight's complexion immediately improved.

"They are all just probing, and have not used their real strength. Otherwise, we will definitely be disabled this time." Lofesta said in a deep voice. "I can see that the two people are also jealous of each other. So none of them dare to fight with all their strength, and it seems that they don't want to use their true strength."

"It doesn't take real power to be so powerful...these perverts..." Grisnan smiled wryly.

"My lords, what shall we do now?" the young knight frowned.

Grisnan glanced at him.

"This generation of bright eye masters is actually only over two hundred years old, so young..."

"It's only because of Bishop Mary's love that I can gain more grace from the Lord." The young knight pressed his right hand on his chest and said reverently, "My name is Anselim, a silver intermediate knight."

"B-level intermediate, it's pretty good to reach this level at the age of two hundred." Grisnan struggled to stand up. "Lofesta, what do you think? Now the imprint battlefield is obviously out of the normal situation."

"Delaying time, waiting for the end, this is one way. The second is to find a way to figure out the purpose of these strong people suddenly entering the imprint battlefield. The gate of Alisa is not something ordinary strong people can eat. Even if it is The Night King and the two-headed serpent are not enough. Our families have agreed on this battle, and they belong to forces other than accidents."

"I'll choose the second one. The imprint battlefield is only this big, and I don't want to die without knowing it." Grisnan looked around.

The previous black air has completely dissipated. The surroundings became quiet again.

"We should all unite. The opponent should be the fifth mark. It's just that they don't know how many A-level powerhouses they come in. The maximum limit of the mark is ten people. If..." Lofesta did not After finishing speaking, the meaning in it made the other two feel a little chilly.

"It should be three at most..." Grisnan laughed dryly.

"uncertain."

A voice suddenly came from the side of the three of them.

A group of five or six people suddenly appeared in the open space.

Three black robes, three heretics. The two sides actually walked together.

The leading man in black gently lifted his hood. Revealing an old wrinkled face. Between his brows, two red scratches crossed to form a cross. It looks mysterious and solemn.

"You Holy See snatched one of the imprints in one of our Romania headquarters. But it was secretly robbed on the plane. The other party probably came in with this imprint."

Lofesta turned around and faced the old man head-on.

"The memory of that trainee cleric has been searched repeatedly. From his memory, we got a clear image that is most doubtful, but the other party is likely to have been disguised by power. We are concentrating on removing his disguise. But now This is not the time to think about this. Respected Lord Knight of the Bloody Curtain. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The old man nodded. "The night king is a strong man of the same era as me. I have had many conflicts with him, but there is no winner. It is a difficult character. The Roja double-headed serpent is from the Maurya Dynasty. It’s just the old monster who survived. Its men don’t know how many hole cards it has. It’s very troublesome. And according to them, there are others who didn’t show up. This is very likely to be a premeditated premeditation.”

"We have to join hands, don't think about winning, but think about surviving successfully." The old man said a little tiredly. "I didn't expect such a change to appear in the imprint battlefield this time."

"We heretics also have the same idea. This matter must be notified to the upper management as soon as possible! But the premise is that we must get out alive first."

The leader of the heresy, Kerry, took off his sunglasses and said.

Under the sunglasses, his eyes had no pupils at all, just a glint of blue light. . ).