Duke Lanzhi's words made Lan, who had not fully understood the truth, even more confused.
The spell of the Four Ancient Snakes had not yet been unlocked, and now she could only hope that the others would end the battle and rush here. top novel, Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Lan didn't know what Duke Lanzhi wanted to say, and the sounds around him began to become ethereal and insubstantial.
Mystelle, who was fighting Annotor under the altar, felt a little weak.
She continuously cast two magics: the gate of time and space and the upside down note.
However, she could not make any difference in the battle with Annotor.
God, if he gets close to you, as a magician, you may not be able to defeat him.
"call" Mystelle retreated a certain distance using the teleportation technique, and Annotor followed closely.
The distance between the two was never more than two meters, and Annotor could not take the initiative to attack and break through to Mystelle.
By his side, Mystelle could not continue to open a more favorable distance to perform high-level magic.
After struggling for several rounds, Annotor suddenly stopped.
He swung the giant sword in his hand continuously, but what he encountered was only the edge of magic.
He didn't like the feeling of not being able to cut anything.
"I remember you were the woman I controlled last time.
Do you dare not approach me now that you know my abilities?"
Mystelle saw that Annotor had no intention of continuing to attack.
This was a good opportunity for her to quietly launch her magic.
The Holy Word of Glory was reserved for Duke Lanzhi, and there was no point in wasting it on such a person.
Before Annotor discovered her intention, Mystelle mixed a few playing cards in her hand, injected her magic power into it, and waited for the writing of the magic inscription to be completed.
The expansion process will also take a while, and she hopes that it will not happen before then.
Annotor seized the opportunity.
"Stop looking down on others.
Last time, there was an idiot next to me.
This time it's our one-on-one duel.
If no one bothers me, you have no chance of winning."
Mystelle delayed the time with words. , and at this time Annotole's eyes also caught sight of the magic power condensed in her hand.
"That's a very loud tone.
So, what exactly is the magic in your hand?
Forget it, I'll give you some time and use the next move to decide the outcome."
Annotor punched the giant sword on the ground and said nothing.
No attack gesture was made.
Mystelle was stunned.
It was still too late to rewrite the spell.
Since Annotor had given herself enough time, she should use the strongest magic to end this battle.
"This is what you said, don't cry if you lose."
"Magic, the twelve palaces of magic, unfold" Mystelle mixed a large number of playing cards into the previous spell, and a perfect star palace diagram began to slowly appear in the air with the injection of magic power.
Countless stars were shining blue on the star palace diagram.
Annotor seemed a little surprised by the sight in front of him.
"Oh, it's a good magic.
It seems to be better than Duke Lanzhi's magic.
Not bad, the students of Duke Fengqi.
Both physical skills and magic have surpassed Duke Lanzhi, and the other kid I should have inherited Lord Lanzhi’s Jia Luo Demonic Eyes.
I wonder if Lord Lanzhi is snickering.”
"It's time to shut up, Annotor."
Annotor lazily raised his giant sword and said softly: "Don't act like you have defeated me, otherwise" "The Twelve Palaces of Demonic Dao, the target is locked, let's activate" The star palace diagrams floating in mid-air slowly condensed together and became a dazzling inscription written in the air.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The moment the magic was activated, a powerful force suddenly surged out of the inscription.
The dazzling beam of light hit Annotor who was standing there with the assistance of several layers of magic inscriptions surrounding it.
"boom" The recoil of the magic cannon was so strong that Mystelle almost moved back about five meters before she could control the direction of the trajectory.
However, it was impossible to miss at such a distance unless "What" The dazzling light produced by the first strike slowly disappeared, revealing Annotor's figure below.
He was able to block his own magic with only one hand.
His right hand was leisurely inserted into his pants pocket, as if he didn't need to waste a lot of energy to block the impact of this magic.
"Didn't I tell you?"
Annotor became serious.
The hilt of the sword held in his left hand had begun to rattle.
Although a section of it had been cut off by Oni Huo Rin with the Underworld Ghost before, it seemed to be very easy to deal with this kind of magic.
With Annotor's exertion, the light beam of the magic cannon suddenly fluctuated, and a gap was cut out from the front end by the giant sword.
Annotor was still exerting force, and in an instant, the giant sword withstood the power of the magic cannon.
He tore apart the entire magic formula abruptly "Magic is of no use to me."
The white light covered the entire altar.
Annotor did not tear apart the magic formula of the twelve houses of magic, but completely knocked it back, and returned it to the caster Mystelle intact like a ball.
The white light in her pupils became more and more dazzling.
Mystelle subconsciously blocked the light with her arms, but what followed was a tearing pain in her body.
"Uh ah ah ah" After a few seconds, the white light slowly faded away.
Annotor put the giant sword on his shoulder and watched with interest the big crater left by the white light on the ground.
In the big pit lay a girl covered in bruises, with tiny wounds everywhere on her body, as if she had been scratched by countless thin wires.
"Tch, do you only care about the Ten Thousand Gods Sacrifice?
It seems that you are nothing more than that.
Sorry, I take back what I said before.
In terms of magic attainments, I may have overestimated you."
Annotor took a look and was cut before the war started.
When he came down from the giant sword, it was not Mystelle who was fighting him for the first time.
It seemed that the one who cut off his sword was the strongest here.
"Cough cough cough" Mystelle, who was lying in the pit, seemed to have regained her consciousness, and her consciousness did not relax despite the tension.
"Well, are you still alive after being hit by this kind of magic?
Hey, this will make my impression of you worse."
Annotor picked up the broken sword on the ground and used some method to glue it back.
On his own sword.
"As a magician, if you can't even control the power of your own magic, you can't be called a competent magician."
Mystelle stood up from the ground with force.
The sleeves of both arms had been damaged by the magic just now.
It was completely blown to pieces, and both arms were dripping with blood.
Annotor looked at the crumbling Mystelle, sighed and said: "I don't want to kill people who have no fighting ability.
Your hands can no longer perform magic tricks.
Give up.
If you stay here, at least you won't be able to fight."
Gonna die like those idiots down there in Erri Lanka.”
"I seem to understand a little bit" "What?"
Annotor just turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mystelle's words.
"I seem to understand your ability."
Missdale wiped away the blood that flowed into her eyes with her trembling right hand, and asked slowly: "If I'm right, just stay and fight with me again. field."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Don't make such boring rules casually."
"I just said that a competent magician can control the magic he performs at will, but a very strange thing happened to you after you encountered my magic."
Mystelle ignored Annotor and took care of herself.
He continued, "If the magic that bounces back is still the Twelve Palaces of Magic that I unfolded before, it's totally fine."
When it was about to hit me, I forcibly canceled the spell.
But on the contrary, I couldn't control the magic that bounced back, so it can be understood that you copied my magic and then released it before my magic disappeared. , it looks like a rebound, but in fact it is just a little tampered with, right?”
Annotor was stunned for two seconds and said with a smile: "So what, you are not the only one who has seen through the ability of the deception mirror, but those magicians died before they could tell these secrets.
You should be lucky I just asked you to finish your words, so that at least the students of Duke Fengqi will not die like those useless magicians."
"But, those magicians only understand this ability, the rest" "The magic mirror of deception you are talking about must be that sword."
Mystelle's words shocked Annotor.
"Hmph, you are indeed different from other magicians.
You found the identity of the Deception Mirror so quickly."
Annotor glanced at the giant sword in his hand and nodded: "Yes, this sword is Deception."
Magic Mirror, even Duke Lanzhi doesn't know this secret.
Well, he can't see this kind of thing anyway.
But it's too late for you to know now.
Even if you see through the true form of the deceptive magic mirror, you can't see it.
How could we possibly come up with a solution in such a short period of time?”
"No."
Mystelle shook her head and said with a smile: "I already discovered the secret of that sword during the last battle with you, so I asked Onihuo Rin to cut it with her sword.
Your sword looks useless."
"Don't be kidding me about discovering the secret of this sword last time.
The ability of the Deceptive Magic Mirror didn't need to be used at all in the last battle with the three of you."
"Ah, what?
It turns out that you don't even know the true meaning of the Ten Thousand Gods Sacrifice."
"What"
"It's really slow.
Let's review it carefully.
Anyone struck by this sword will have a black inscription attached to it, and then they will make the same movements as the user.
This kind of thing can only happen in the mirror, right?
The mirror connects the movements of two people, but the ability to control these movements is one-way, which means that only the user can control the movements of the person inside the mirror, and the sword is the mirror.
Don’t you know about the user?
Humph, it seems I overestimated you."
Annotor listened to Mystelle's words and looked at the giant sword in his hand carefully, it was indeed what she said.
"Then, let me kill you with a power you cannot copy
.
":