Chapter 487 Battle
A pair of long and wide palms stretched out.
Steadyly catching the figure falling from high altitude.
"Mr. Jilan, you did it..."
Fen Hou squatted on the ground, holding up the seriously injured young man with both hands.
Jilan resisted the fatigue and sleepiness that came like a tide, moved with difficulty, and got off Fenhou's hands.
He sat down on the ground and called out his cane to support his body.
"Thank you for your help, Fenhou..."
Jilan half-opened his eyelids, opened his dry and white lips slightly, and made a weak sound.
He saw that Fenhou's condition at the moment was actually not as good as he imagined. The opponent's body was covered in bruises and smoke, and even the pair of huge bat wings on his back were full of holes and tatters.
Obviously, Fenhou had a very fierce fight with the two patrollers. Even though he finally won and killed all of them, he was also seriously injured.
"If you hadn't come to help, I probably wouldn't have been able to destroy that 'door'... Are your injuries okay?"
Gilan's lips opened and closed, and his voice was dry. Hua asked as if joking.
Fen Hou chuckled.
"The two April Patrollers are not good at fighting, and their 'Soul Fire' is quite powerful, but to me, the damage is just a new delicacy... Sir, there is no need to worry about me, but you The current situation is not optimistic.”
"It's okay." Jilan waved his hand.
He panted, leaned on his cane, and struggled to stand up.
But at this moment.
Gilan’s temples on both sides began to throb again.
The seriously injured spirit still "does its duty" and tries its best to warn him, as if there is a fatal threat coming.
"Huh?!"
He raised his head sharply and looked into the distance.
I saw a gentleman wearing a gray striped suit and a bowler hat walking through the air with a wooden cane hooked on his head.
The rolling and curling gray mist lingered around him, exuding a strong mysterious atmosphere.
“‘The Remaining Gentleman’ Behrman!”
Jilan's pupils shrank.
“This time it’s the true body!”
“It seems the situation is a bit bad...”
Fen Hou obviously sensed the incoming powerful enemy and turned around to look .
Its deep voice came again:
"Mr. Gillan, please go first. I should be able to stop him for some time for you."
Gilan was startled.
Fenhou's strength is not weak. As the messenger of August Sichen's "Mother of Sorrow", he can definitely be called a strong one.
But facing the transformed ones who have already ascended, I am afraid it is beyond their capabilities.
What's more, Fenhou was also injured. If he let it break, it would probably be more serious than bad.
"Fen Hou, I accept your kindness."
Jilan shook his head.
"I have a way to escape, you can go too."
"Well..."
Fen Hou pondered, seemingly hesitant.
At this moment, Ji Lan saw that the gentleman in gray clothes was looking at him with a playful look and a hint of coldness.
"Gilan Iros, you just destroyed me in the outside world, and your attitude was arrogant and arrogant."
The gentleman fell slowly, and the gray mist filled the air.
The red devils all around were frightened, screamed and fled away.
“A small chess piece actually ruined my master’s important affairs... You deserve to die!”
The gentleman clubbed his cane and said indifferently.
After saying that, He flicked his finger.
The gray mist around him gathered and formed into a small, dark ball, crashing towards Jilan.
This fog seemed to be condensed with extremely terrifying power, dragging in all the devils within a few dozen meters along the way and swallowing them without a trace.
“Let’s go!”
Jilan shouted to Fenhou in a deep voice.
Immediately take a deep breath and use "Bailan" to wake yourself up.
The next second is available.
A golden beam of light fell from the sky, accompanied by countless rose petals falling.
A woman held a gold-plated and carved round shield. She bravely stood in front of the path of the fog and raised her hand.
Bang! ! !
Like a torrent hitting the rocks, the mist disperses.
All the devils contaminated by the mist disappeared in the struggle, and it is unknown where they went.
The rose-embroidered cloak on the armor's shoulders fluttered, but the woman only raised the tips of her hair, her figure motionless. He even raised his other hand and pulled out the golden cross sword from his waist.
“‘Rose Sword’ Joan of Arc is here!”
The female knight shouted loudly.
"Bellman, you can't hurt him at all!"
"The female knight under the command of 'King Doudun'..."
The gentleman in gray clothes narrowed his eyes and spoke in a tone of voice Secretly hate.
“You’re really chasing after me!”
"Hmph!" The female knight held a sword and shield and snorted coldly without making any response.
Jilan stared blankly at the female knight not far in front of him, and immediately realized that this was an ascendant from his own camp.
"The Remaining Gentleman" seemed to have been planning to come over to cause trouble for him, but he was chased and blocked by the female knight.
Boom! !
I saw a flash of golden light, and the sweet fragrance of roses floated in the wind.
The female knight had already taken the lead, ducking in front of the gentleman in gray and slashing out her cross sword.
The gray mist exploded and golden light flashed.
The two sides fought fiercely, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.
Even just the aftermath of the fight made Ji Lan terrified. 'The gap between me and them is still too far...'
Ji Lan secretly thought.
At this time, Fenhou said in a deep voice:
"There are also ascendants, they are fighting in the crater in the distance."
Hearing this, Jilan crossed the battlefield far away overlook.
I saw three or four dazzling lights flashing at the end of the black wasteland. Although no sound could be heard, a fierce battle was also taking place over there.
Ji Lan guessed that it was probably an ascendant under the command of "Spirit King" Lothar Xiu, who was intercepted by his own strong men.
Rumble...
A dull and loud sound came from the sky where volcanic ash accumulated, like a giant beast making an overwhelmed groan.
The black clouds twist in a whirlpool, forming a spectacular celestial phenomenon.
Jilan looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.
Only then did he discover that there was a more secretive and terrifying battle that had already begun before he even realized it...
Through the whirlpool in the sky, Jilan vaguely saw something bigger than this. The "corridor" is located deeper than the "border".
The world is as dazzling as a maze, filled with misty gases, abstract painting-like colors, and all kinds of strange and magnificent buildings.
In a strange area where it is impossible to distinguish up, down, left, right, east, west, north, and south.
A man wearing a black sacrificial robe and a high pointed crown is sitting on the throne. The throne is as huge as a mountain, but it is actually composed of countless bones and a forest of steles.
Even if he was just "looking", Gillan instantly knew the identity of the other party -
October Apostle, "Spirit King" Lorethio Horn!
The man slowly stood up from the throne.
Raised a big hand.
In front of Him stood a man wearing silver armor and a silver human-faced helmet.
This man had a silver cross sword on his waist and was as motionless as a mountain.
It is Agni Baldwin, the December Apostle, the "King of Doudun".
During the confrontation between the two sides.
A black mist that covered the sky and sun emerged from behind the "Spirit King", containing countless dead skeletons.
The dead souls were wearing ragged brown cloaks and holding various parchment scrolls, books, and quills in their hands. They were muttering and writing fast, writing down all kinds of absurd stories they had experienced during their lives, and The most horrifying and tragic way to die.
There seemed to be countless wails coming from the black mist.
The knight in silver armor did not dodge, and slowly pulled out the cross sword from his waist. The dazzling cold light was like the star flash in the sky, illuminating the entire black wasteland.
锵——
The sound of the sword being unsheathed even made all the beings who saw this scene look askance.
Buzz! ! !
A noise like an electric pulse sounded, and Gillan covered her ears in pain.
The battle between "King Douluo" and "King Ling" made it difficult for Ji Lan to breathe even though they were separated by the space barrier of Shenxiang.
Look up again.
But everyone heard a strange laughter coming from a distant place:
“Ah, ah, it’s so lively, I almost missed this wonderful battle! ”
When Gilan heard the voice, he immediately recognized who it was.
"Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon!
‘How dare he show his face? ! ’
Gilan was quite surprised.
Soon, I felt the ground shaking and the mountains rumbling.
The volcano on the edge of the wasteland erupted again at the same time, with a magnitude far greater than before.
Boom! ! !
The magma rises into the sky like pillars.
The dark red and dazzling high-temperature lava unexpectedly gathered at high altitude and condensed into a huge spear!
The spear seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and thrown out with all its strength. It penetrated straight through the volcanic ash vortex in the sky and flew into the "corridor".
The two apostles who were fighting were aware of it.
But this spear has some unknown magic power. When the knight in silver armor was wrestling with the man in black with his sword, it actually pierced the latter through his chest!
"Lother Xiu, you seem to have forgotten where hell comes from... The blood of my Lord's suffering turned into magma, the scars left on his body formed the abyss, and the pain he bore alone condensed a It's just a devil, and you're just a guest living here."
"A guest wants to deceive the host?"
"Oh, I am just a little house cat. , I will bite you to death!”
"Pal!!!"
The powerful roar echoed through the sky.
But the laughter gradually went away and fled away.
Almost the next moment.
A bright beam of light shone diagonally from the horizon, chasing straight to the place where the laughter disappeared.
At some point, a lighthouse rose up on the other side of the sky, and the light shone from the prism at the top of the lighthouse.
"Even the apostle of Yiyue Sichen's Torrent has taken action. He is chasing the Windmill Cat Parr..."
Fen Hou said solemnly.
It quickly turned to Jilan and said:
"Mr. Jilan, this place is getting more and more dangerous. We can't stay any longer. I will send you away!"
Hearing this, Ji Lan thought for a while and nodded.
"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Marquis Fen."
"You're welcome."
I saw the tall and thin faceless man reaching out to support Jilan. He got up, immediately took him flying with wings, and in the blink of an eye, he got into a black hole that appeared out of thin air.
The last moment before the black hole closes.
Gilan looked at the sky again.
I saw the knight in shining armor in the "corridor" kicking the man in black who had a spear in his chest.
And that kick actually caused cracks in all the layers of space, and even kicked the man in black into two pieces on the spot!
The rumbling sound.
There are also screams from the far side.
As Jilan's eyelids couldn't hold it any longer, they fell into darkness and silence.
(End of this chapter)