Bai Zhi's envoy waved his short sword, and the surging wind crushed the light arrow. Although he didn't answer a word, this attitude showed how firm his attitude was. When the envoy decided to fight, he rarely used the option of delaying time at the same time.

But the enemy was declared outside after all. At least he had lost many defeats from the Paladin to the Cardinal. A small temptation could distinguish the truth behind the smoke. The bishop stretched out his hand, and a bright light penetrated the dark clouds and formed a circle around the axis of his body. He stepped towards the messenger, and the sound of breaking ice under his feet was endless.

The arrow of dawn

A flashing rain like an aurora fell from the sky. The pure and hot magic power touched the rocks and left a smooth and deep gray-white round hole. The messenger immediately lowered his head and lowered his body. The dense ice layer popped out from both sides of the pillars, woven a hemispherical arc surface above his head. The rain of arrows drew sparks on the solid ice, and then slid helplessly to both sides.

The bishop took off the gem from his chest and held it in his palm.

However, unexpectedly, no terrible counterattack storm came. The messenger kept kneeling on one knee and suddenly inserted the red sword blade into the smooth brick surface of the marble. The wind of winter became even more manic, and the white frost quickly condensed, and in a blink of an eye it reached the bishop's feet.

Calling in the snow

The chaotic snowflakes and ice chips played a hysterical symphony outside the halo. The cold magic stirred everywhere in the air, and the palace suddenly became crystal clear. The halo was rapidly dimming every second, and the bishop did not think about it. The fanatical magic that was ready to go in his palm immediately took effect, and a narrow shelter rose on the ground.

He was as incredible as seeing the other party suddenly convert to Sirte. "I can't wait to learn about your swordsmanship." The bishop keenly discovered the problem. "It seems that you are in a bad state."

The young man stood up again, waved his hand, and the sword-like snowflakes connected to each other into sword shapes, which means the sword technique you want.

If Durandal had been in hand, he might have rushed up to attack his shortcomings. After becoming the cardinal, Daniel seemed to have replaced the courage he had lost with careful observation ability. "It's the moon." He couldn't help but look at the altar, and deep frost marks gradually appeared on the sterling silver platform.

The White Envoy is actually using his mysteriousness to suppress the Moon Festival

"You are crazy." Although the magical art was not broken, the bishop still subconsciously retreated. "You cannot fight against the divine nature of the Broken Moon, no matter how incomplete he is, it is also a mystery that we cannot touch. The fire in the empty realm cannot persist during the day, and the magic of the moon will sooner or later break your blockade."

The Cardinal began to feel that his obstacles were useless. Bai Zhizeng's actions suppressed the further impact of Broken Moon on Kamaria, who was seeking death.

More frost spread out from the young man's feet, layer by layer, elevating his body to the point of looking straight at the Cardinal. "I don't need to stick to it until the day," he replied.

"You expect that werewolf apprentice to escape under Lemons"

"He has done it." The messenger pointed out.

"But he can't run out of Kamaria." The bishop was unintentional to debate with him. This was too funny. "When I handed over the Holy Sword to Lemons, he was already the best Paladin. Loyalty to the goddess would not limit his ability. Under the glory, all dark means and skills were as crisp as thin paper." When they met again, the Paladin would not show mercy. He told the messenger, "The child will return to his hometown sooner or later, and they are not life protected by order."

"Allora can transfer the mark to the werewolf, so I have a way to transfer the mark to somewhere else."

It is not a one-time and for all, it will only add to trouble. "You will cause the werewolf clan to fall back into the abyss of madness." This madness comes from the hope you give, the bishop thought.

Bai Zhizeng showed that he had nothing to do with his own affairs.

I should have known that this guy had no intention of being a savior. The bishop couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that the messenger's belief in Gaia was just a saying. He did not have the charity of fraternity from his bones. His heart was in harmony with the fire, which gave him strength.

But I was shaken. Daniel felt the peridot in his palms hot and cold. He lowered his head and saw the light between his fingers fading. The betrayal of his colleagues was buried deep in his heart like a thorn that could not be lifted. He hoped that the parliament could return to the right path under the leadership of the agent, and the meaning of the existence of the glorious parliament was to follow Lucia's will.

I realized that the mystery of the White Messenger was limited by the Broken Moon, and the temptation of the lower magic was no longer necessary. The Bishop tilted the magic power to outline a higher level of mystery. He heard the sound of shattering the shelter gradually overwhelmed, but light began to stop in front of him.

Driven by magic, the unincorporated light twisted its own direction. They were entangled, entangled, and constantly pulled out more companions from the sky. A slender and beautiful long sword, like a girl's jewelry, appeared from scratch. It was about six feet wide and nearly thirty feet long, hanging high in the gray and black night, like the blade of judgment in the starry sky.

Heavenly sanctions

An unspeakable atmosphere of depression continued to grow. The bishop let go of his hand. The magic power belonging to the empty realm had turned into a magic of the same level of mystery. The crown ice curtain was stacked up again, and the white messenger undoubtedly felt an extraordinary threat from this magic. He waved a light red blade to block it.

Ice and Snow Crown

The collision of divine arts and magic gave birth to thick fog-like dust and light, as if a star fell on the highest peak of Kamaria. The palace was shaking and bumping, and was about to break into pieces. But at this time the white frost on the altar broke. After the messenger encountered the bishop's magic, the sealed moon magic finally found a crack to vent his anger. The dark mist instantly drove away the dust of ice crystals and sunlight, like a water column under high pressure.

The ominous black, the bishop thought. He couldn't help but doubt the arguments of the surrogate again, but now that things have come to this, he would rather believe that the goddess is guiding them to eliminate evil. Who said that evil is the enemy of justice is the enemy of justice is the enemy of justice.

With sufficient magic power, Kamaria re-stabilized the Royal Palace Castle. The scenery of Venewards visible to the horizon became even more distant.

An ice wall blocked the mist and tried to press them back to the pillar of the sky on the altar. The bishop turned the magic into a sharp blade and cut the wall into pieces. "I didn't know that your magic was no less than the ability of a warrior, Chloe's weapon master." Some secret desire arose in his heart, giving him a devilish temptation. "You will be punished." He blurted out.

The wing-like sword of light gathered and danced, and gradually the smell of blood slowly spread in the low temperature. The bishop knew that the enemy had been hurt. Now, he had the upper hand.

For a moment, the bishop was at a loss. He had prayed thousands of times for everything in the world to receive justice, but until he became a member of the Holy Inquisition, this wish became deeper and deeper.

But the Binggu was still resisting tenaciously, and finally the out-of-control altar was covered with frost.

Daniel began to feel annoyed. Although he knew that the other party's purpose was not to decide the outcome with him, the unconcealed ignorance still hurt the glorious heart of the former Paladin. So he tightened his badge, and a knight sword woven in light shone with a golden color, accompanied by the bishop's advance and pierced the curtain of the storm and snow.

The Holy Commandment White Night Judgment

The sword blades fought, stirring up snow waves and gravels. The bishop slashed the young man's red sword with a sword. He saw that the mist around the messenger was instantly torn by the airflow, revealing his arms covered with scars and armor covered with frost and snow.

The blood condensed as the flowed, and the messenger's face turned paler. The ice sword in his hand did not shatter this time, and the blood containing magic gave it mystery.

"I dream of such a day," said the bishop, "give you a judgment of justice and justice, white."

The messenger resisted the lightsaber and took a step forward.

Fir forest

The hideous and twisted ice thorn rose up from the ground. The marble floor had been scraped off by the sword, but it was crushed and grounded by the low temperature and sharp thorns. The repair of the magic of the moon could no longer keep up with it. In an instant, the bishop seemed to return to Morris' snow mountain, and the silver frost and simple snow at the bottom of his feet was a cold trap that swallowed life and soul.

I had personally experienced this magic, and he thought to myself. A magic that can master skills at the ring level cannot harm me.

The bishop's confidence comes from his own combat experience. He immediately turned the blade of the sword, and the cracked golden sword cut off the ice thorn, and he swung it again to the messenger.

However, the golden sword exploded into a shadow with a bang, and the halo suddenly dimmed after flashing.

The bishop felt that his surprise was turning into confusion. There was no fear, only confusion.

Everyone knows that Bai Zhizeng is the most terrifying enemy in the realm of the sky, but no one told me that he could trample on the rules so wantonly. Could it be that his magic has no end

The magic spear that penetrated the body was so cold that the bishop felt the cold air instilled into his internal organs and limbs from this pointed pillar, and he spoke a prayer.

"Play your noose on your head and scared by the dead." The young man rarely spoke back in the battle. The ice thorns like a forest collapsed and collapsed in the cold wind, and the fragments were covered with dark red blood.

He kicked the bishop in the chest, causing him to slip on the ice. "If you tell me about justice and justice, I will send you to the goddess."

The gurgling blood also soaked his arm armor. The messenger knelt down, but his movements seemed to be unscathed. He stood up the sword blade again, and the ice crystals flashed in the bishop's eyes. The cardinal raised his hand hard and threw the peridot out, and was evaded by the messenger.

The pure light exploded on a pillar, and the vibration made the young man stagger slightly. He had reached his limit, and the bishop saw the weakness of Bai Zhijun. But my condition was worse than him. He suddenly heard the goddess's singing in the psychedelic and hazy.

A starlight bloomed behind the messenger's collar, and both of them were stunned. The young man's face was expressionless and a series of meteor-like runes lit up on the frost surface.

A slightly distorted sound came out

"Is it the White Messenger? Hey, here is the third communication area of ​​Bloomnott. The monitoring crystal has been repaired and please respond when you receive it."
Chapter completed!