Chapter 526 Battle Three
When Hellman reacted, the "Philosopher's Sword" had already swung horizontally and slashed towards the back of his neck.
But after all, he is an apostle who ascended from a famous warrior. Although he cannot exert one percent of his own strength due to the weakness of his body, he will not be easily attacked by Jilan. .
Heilman instantly turned into blood mist.
Whoosh! !
Jilan swung his sword in the air.
The blood mist was divided into two parts by the sword energy, surging crazily.
The terrifying silver sword light directly cut off the four huge stone pillars at the edge of the stage. With a bang, the entire curtain roof collapsed.
Pong dong!
Cang! !
Dust, wood chips, iron pieces and other debris were flying everywhere.
The spotlight set, which was originally the only light source, also fell with the collapsed light stand and fell into pieces on the spot.
The entire concert hall instantly fell into darkness.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! !
Soon, there was another high-frequency and intense clang and collision sound in the darkness.
The sparks flickered and illuminated a small area, and it was clear that Hellman and Gillan were in mid-air, constantly fighting.
The dark environment did not affect the two of them.
They can monitor the entire place with gnosis and spiritual vision alone, without the need for vision at all.
Dang! !
Heilmann swung his sword again and fought with the young man in the darkness. A violent tremor was transmitted from the sword blade to his arm, causing his arm to be covered with cracks.
And his body flew backwards again, turning into blood mist and dissipating halfway.
“Damn it…”
He gathered from behind the purple-eyed young man, his expression ugly.
Heilman's self seemed to be unable to hold on during this high-intensity battle.
The sword of "Red Sage" Gilan Iros is not only powerful and heavy, but also has an extremely strange oscillating rhythm, like some kind of superb secret skill.
Every time the sword is struck, it will cause a certain amount of damage to Hellman's body. The times were too many, and fine cracks appeared on his body without even realizing it.
What Heilman didn’t know was that Gillan’s swordsmanship had already reached its peak, and he was even stronger than his teacher Paracelsus.
Gilan not only perfected the "Universal Sword" and "Gerald's Bloodletting Sword", but also integrated the essence of secret techniques such as "Quenching Furnace" and "Reflow" into his own swordsmanship system.
The seemingly ordinary slashes and horizontal strokes are full of terrifying lethality and unpredictable mysterious rhythms.
This also caused Hellman to intuitively feel that the pressure on "Red Sage" Gillan was far greater than when he fought against "White Sage" Parra.
At this time, a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in the concert hall. It was a neutral voice that could not distinguish between male and female:
"Haha, Hellman, it has been so long and you still haven't dealt with the new chairman of the empire? ?”
“Avigny, don’t underestimate him.”
Heilman was not surprised by the sudden voice, but warned in a deep voice.
“This guy’s physical fitness is very strong, and his swordsmanship and alchemy skills are superior to the ‘White Sage’. Don’t blame me for not warning you, lest you capsize in the gutter.”
"Oh? This is interesting!"
The neutral hoarse voice sounded again.
Almost the next second, a huge black claw suddenly appeared on Gilan's left side, grabbing at him.
Whoosh! !
This black claw is bigger than others, each sharp claw is more than half a meter long, like a scimitar.
Ji Lan's expression remained unchanged and he slashed with his sword.
But there was only a muffled sound, not the clang of a hard object colliding. Ji Lan felt a strange touch coming from the sword and secretly thought something was wrong.
Immediately, the black claws suddenly softened, squirmed, and turned into five black tentacles. They tightly entangled Gilan's "Philosopher's Sword" and violently pulled it into the shadows.
Trying to drag Jilan away with his sword.
“Compare your strength with me?”
Gillan grinned.
He secretly used "Attribute Reconstruction" to extract 20 attributes again and temporarily added them to strength.
Then the right arm holding the sword suddenly twitched.
Oops! !
There was a crisp sound, accompanied by crackling, like the sound of a tight rubber band breaking.
All the black tentacles were cut off by this sword, and thick black juice spurted out.
A whisper came from the shadows.
“So strong!”
“Hmph!” Hellman snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied that his companion in the shadow did not believe his words.
Jilan landed on the ground and swung his sword.
The black juice stained on the sword made a splash, sprinkling a radial pattern on the ground, and the long sword returned to its bright and clear scarlet color.
He looked up.
I saw blood mist filling the air.
"Colonel Blood" Hellman stood in mid-air holding a jeweled cross sword, and the blood mist continued to escape from his body and rise.
Besides him, there was a tall figure.
It seemed to be a woman, but she had no obvious gender characteristics. Her long black hair is very messy, her eyes, eyelids and lips are all dark, and she is wearing a cloak made of black feathers.
Jilan narrowed his eyes.
“Another Apostle Me?”
He already roughly knew the identity of the other party and said lightly.
“November Apostle ‘Magic Dog’ Avigani.”
"It's amazing."
The cloaked man floating in the air said with a smile.
“The new chairman of the Bremen Empire actually forced Heilman to join forces with me... However, Mr. ‘Red Sage’, you can only go so far.”
< br>"From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to survive the siege of the two apostles... What's more, your opponents are probably far more than the two of us."
Hearing this, Jilan's eyes A moment of condensation.
His gnosis was expanded to the extreme, and he soon noticed something strange in the void behind him.
He turned around and looked.
I saw three more figures slowly walking out of the shadows.
These are three men.
One person was wearing a medieval retro dress, with bright oil paint on his face, and a look of madness in his dark green eyes.
A man with a beard and an expressionless face, wearing the simplest beige linen robe, holding a hammer in his hand.
There is another person, wearing a skeleton mask and gorgeous black sacrificial clothes, silent.
“‘Sir Triangle’ Pablo, ‘Stonemason’ Anthony, ‘Dai Shen Song’ Yasiles...”
Gilan calmly revealed the identities of the three people.
These three apostles represent the attitudes of the three major art masters.
Obviously, he wants to put Ji Lan to death!
"Unexpectedly, I actually attracted five apostles to join forces to deal with me. This is really flattering."
Jilan chuckled lightly and shook his head.
At this time, the burly bearded man "Mason" Anthony spoke, and made a dull and powerful voice:
"Guilan Iros, you personally destroyed the three major secret societies of the Federation. , this is tantamount to blasphemy and provocation to art. I’m sorry, you must die here.”
"Oh?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.
He has one man and one sword. Faced with the surrounding five apostles, he remains upright and shows no fear.
After looking around for a week, he slowly said:
"Then, angels, you might as well try and see if you can kill me!"
"I love Fuck you for being so arrogant, Mr. Guillain Iros.”
The April apostle "Sir Triangle" with oil paint on his face showed a twisted smile and raised his hand first.
"Why don't you let me paint a painting for a mortal figure like you to keep as a souvenir."
His voice was very gentle, but there was something indescribable in it. of madness.
A paintbrush suddenly appeared in his hand.
Pablo grasped the brush, stained with non-existent oil paint out of thin air, twisted his wrist, and made a few imaginary strokes. In the blink of an eye, he drew an outline of a human figure in front of him. The posture of this colorful outline is exactly the same as Jilan!
The alter ego of "Sir Triangle" perfectly reproduces Gillan's spirituality in the form of painting.
This moment.
Gilan could vaguely feel that he had formed a certain connection with the human silhouette drawn by Pablo.
If the oil paint outline is damaged, your own spirituality will also be correspondingly damaged.
'What kind of weird method is this...'
He had no expression on his face and thought to himself.
Almost the next second, Pablo burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!" He looked up and smiled, and with a rough stroke of the brush in his hand, he was ready to destroy the painting in front of him. "A perfect work of art can only make people feel sorry when it is destroyed."
Gilan narrowed his eyes.
‘Attribute reconstruction. ’
He called silently in his heart.
This time, facing the strange methods of "Sir Triangle", Gillan did not rely on others. He directly took out 10 points from the four attributes of strength, agility, endurance, and gnosis, totaling 40 points, and temporarily added them to spirituality.
The original 40 points of spirituality doubled instantly.
Reached an outrageous 80 points!
Wow——
Almost at the same time, Pablo's brush had already scratched the outline of the human figure in front of him, "cutting it in half."
The mysterious connection immediately reflected back to Ji Lan.
His body was shocked.
“Hahahahaha...”
Pablo was inexplicably excited, covering his face and laughing wildly.
"'Red Sage' Gilan Iros, you can be considered one of the few geniuses in this world, throughout the ages, and a 'masterpiece' in the history of mystery. Destroy you, It can also make me feel excited and satisfied!"
Beside him are the "Mason", "Dai Shen Song", as well as the "Colonel Blood" and "Devil Dog" in the air, the four apostles Biwo. They all showed great interest.
They all know Pablo's methods.
With this horizontal stroke, cutting off the painting, Guillain Iros's spirituality will inevitably be severely damaged. Direct death may not be possible, but the strength will be greatly reduced!
But soon, they all stared blankly.
Among them, "Mason" Anthony frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Pablo, you laughed too early."
"Huh?!"
The laughter stopped suddenly.
Pablo's originally reclined body froze, and he stood up slightly. An unbelievable dark green eye appeared between the fingers covering his face.
Because under his spiritual vision, the spiritual outline of Gilan Iros cannot be said to have remained unchanged, it can only be said that it is still dazzling. Although there were slight fluctuations, there were no obvious signs of damage.
It's like...
His method has failed.
But Pablo knew best that the spiritual damage caused by his stroke was indeed fed back to the target, Guilan Iros.
But the other party was unharmed!
This doesn’t make sense!
Either the other party uses some unknown means to avoid it.
Or, the other party's spirituality is too strong, so that his own power has been severely weakened, and the final effect is difficult to detect.
Pablo is 100% sure that it is the former.
Because even the 6th level "power" level long-term person who has reached the pinnacle of the world will lose his mobility in a short period of time and become a lamb to be slaughtered if he targets it with his "spiritual portrait".
To achieve the effect of ignoring the "spiritual portrait", one's own spiritual level must at least be an ascendant.
And it’s the Ascended One’s body that resists.
Obviously, "Red Sage" Gilan Yiros is not an ascended person, he is just a mortal with great talent.
"Mr. Pablo, your methods are indeed powerful."
Ji Lan nodded and said.
"I feel a little dizzy."
"..."
As soon as these words came out, "Sir Triangle"'s face became extremely ugly. This seems to be an attack on the art that he is proud of, and it is a poor clown performance.
The other four apostles also cast strange looks. Especially "Stonemason" and "Ode to the God" who are also among the three major art camps.
"Pfft!"
Ashirs, who was wearing a skeleton mask, couldn't help laughing, and immediately burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Pablo, as an angel, how could you be such a waste after you fell to earth?"
"Shut up!"
Pablo Bro was furious.
He raised his pen again without belief, preparing to draw a "spiritual portrait" of Gilan again.
How could Jilan let him get his wish again?
"Mr. Pablo, as courtesy, you can also try my method."
He said lightly.
After that, he raised the "Philosopher's Sword" and slashed forward.
Bila——
The "starry sky" fissure composed of hundreds of tiny silver vortexes spans tens of meters.
Crush towards Pablo.
“Hmph!” The alter ego of the April Apostle snorted coldly and waved the paintbrush in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, a "starry sky" was copied.
He recreated Gillan's sword skills with paintings!
Two silver cracks collided suddenly.
Boom! !
A violent explosion sounded, and the terrifying shock wave directly destroyed the entire ceiling of the "Jacobin Grand Opera House".
Countless debris and smoke erupted like volcanoes, flying over the urban agglomeration.
But Pablo's method was a fake after all, and it was still inferior to the silver crack cut by Gillan.
His whole body was blown away by the shock wave and rolled in mid-air.
The next second, Pablo's dark green eyes were stern.
Because a silver vortex appeared in front of him at some point. The purple-eyed young man sprang out, with a cold face, and attacked with a sword.
At this moment, the other four apostles were briefly separated by the shock wave and were unable to support them for a while.
"Want to kill me?"
Pablo felt ridiculous.
Although I am just another self, ordered by "Miss Elegy" to come to earth to carry out God's will, but I am regarded as prey by a mortal?
He raised his brush to paint, drawing an extremely abstract colorful vortex in front of him. The vortex was twisted and looked like an old man's face, grinning crookedly.
Jilan had a cold face.
‘Rebuild attributes! ’
After resetting its own attributes, it focused on strength. This time, with the superposition of 40 points of attributes, his power broke through to 85 points!
"Broken Star——"
A cruel expression bloomed on Jilan's face.
He kicked out fiercely.
Bang! ! !
The face of the slyly smiling old man blocking Pablo suddenly exploded into countless oil paint droplets, which could not be stopped even for a moment.
Pablo's expression changed drastically, and before he could dodge, he was hit in the chest by a terrifying force.
“Ah!!”
His body drew a straight line, smashing into walls one after another, penetrating the entire “Jacobin Grand Opera House”. Then it flew farther into the air.
There was a loud bang.
It was like a bomb exploding.
Suddenly appearing over the federal capital.
The earthly self of Pablo turned into a firework of oil paint and was kicked off by Gillan on the spot!
(End of this chapter)