Countless golden rays of light emerged from Mystelle's body.
If the only ability Annotor could copy was magic, then he would definitely not be able to dodge this move.
"Let the game begin, Chiruki" Mystelle reached out and took out the Veria Demonic Sword from her backpack.
Catching the golden light, the sword and scabbard quickly merged into one.
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"Although I don't know why, I really want to kill you right now.
Hahaha, why didn't you just use that thing from the beginning?
It's interesting, it's interesting.
Hahahaha."
Annotor's calm face suddenly showed infinite fighting spirit. , as if to tear the Mystelle in front of me into pieces.
"moment" Mystelle stared at Annotor's movements.
In this state, he had to keep up with every move he made.
All subsequent attacks only needed to hit him once, but if every blow was dodged or If he were to block, he wouldn't have the energy left to continue dealing with him.
"Come on" Annotor roared loudly, veins burst out on his forehead, and his whole body was almost covered with steam generated by the collision of magic power.
"The Sixth Burial of Qieli" The two of them disappeared from the same place at the same time, as if they had entered a different time and space together.
"bite" Annotor skillfully blocked Mystelle's first sword in mid-air, but this was just the beginning.
There was another spark in the air, and the second sword aimed at the right arm was also blocked.
At this time, Mystelle began to feel nervous.
The first two swords of the Rikutan were aimed at the two arms respectively, and the remaining ones were still there.
There were four knives, especially the last two fatal knives.
If they were dodged, everything would be over.
"call" The third sword failed, and the sword energy opened a huge gap on the ground.
"bite" The fourth sword was blocked, and at the same time a severe shock and pain came from his wrist.
Annotor's counterattack was very hard.
He could swing such a big sword to this extent, with both speed and power.
If not If the Holy Word of Glory had been broken, his arm would have been broken by this blow.
Mystelle's movements paused for a moment in the air.
These were the two crucial knives, aimed at the heart and throat respectively.
"Have we finally reached this point?"
Annotor's big sword had already been swung in front of Mystelle when she paused.
This guy was actually able to keep up with the speed of the teleportation technique.
"bite" The hand holding the sword began to tremble.
This was about to be the last sword strike, and the outcome of the battle would soon be determined.
"Mystelle, stay alive and become the strongest magician."
Just when Mystelle swung her last sword, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"Sister Mista" Two lines of tears welled up in Mysteria's eyes for some unknown reason.
As the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, her hand holding the sword slowly returned to calmness, revealing a firmness in her calmness.
"bite"
All the six swords of Kiritori's Six Burials were chopped out.
Mystelle and Annotol also fell to the ground one after another.
The Veria magic sword was broken from the middle, and the sheath of Kirituki returned to its previous shape.
The magic sword has become like this, and I'm afraid it can no longer be used in the future.
"Poof" A large pool of blood suddenly spurted out of Annotor's mouth behind him.
His throat was completely penetrated, revealing an irregular blood hole, and what was in his throat was the transplanted heart.
Annotor slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, and saw that there was a gap about half the width of the blade.
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It was caused by Mystelle's last blow.
The fifth knife aimed at the heart was It bounced away, but in the end, it did not escape the sixth knife that actually stabbed the heart.
"Did you win?"
Mystelle looked back in a daze, and just when Notor fell, the big sword lay quietly on the ground, and soon it gradually disappeared into the ground.
"Mystelle, hello, Mystelle" A girl's voice woke up Missdale who was in a daze, and she hurriedly came to her senses.
Standing in front of her at this time was a girl who was a year or two older than her, with a face as beautiful as hers.
With long blond hair, he held a long wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at Mystelle.
"Sister Mista, you might poke someone like this, be careful."
Mista reached out to push away the wooden sword, and at the same time put the sword in her hand aside and looked up at the sun in the sky.
Mista patted Mista on the shoulder and asked: "Mistelle, are you going to give up?
You can't win against Lan if you continue like this."
"Why, my sister, Lan, only has physical skills left.
I don't want to take anything away from her."
Mystelle pushed Mista's hand away.
Mista was also a little surprised, but she quickly He smiled and sat next to his sister.
"Mystelle, this is swordsmanship, and it's two different things from physical skills."
"Then why Sister Mista?"
"Lorlock nobles have been masters of swordsmanship for generations.
Mystelle should have seen the swordsmanship used by her father during the war.
It's very handsome, right?
The only way to surpass her father is to practice swordsmanship.
Remember Mystelle.
"Swordsmanship is everything to the nobles of Lawlock.
If you lose your sword or tremble while holding it on the battlefield, you will lose your life," Mista said slowly while touching the blade of the wooden sword.
"Sister Mista, can't you just practice alone?
Why do you have to drag me along?"
"It's too boring to practice swordsmanship alone, and you are my sister.
In the future, the leader of Rolock will be between the two of us.
Are you planning to lose to me in the election?"
Mysta held up her chin and said, "Hmph, just leave it to you, sister.
Anyway, I'm not interested in the position of being in power.
Besides, by then, you might lose to me, Sister Max."
"Haha, don't make trouble, Mystelle, it's impossible for magic to win over swordsmanship.
What you want to do is to be a swordsman who surpasses me and my father, not just one."
"What I want to become is the strongest magician that surpasses Mr.
Fengqi.
The title of swordsman is given to Sister Mista."
"Mystal" Mystal really couldn't figure out why her sister gave up the swordsmanship passed down by her family to learn magic, so she held a wooden sword and launched a challenge, "Okay, let's compete here.
If I lose, , Mystelle, you can continue to practice magic, but if I win, you will drop out of school and go home, and my father and I will teach you swordsmanship."
Mystar's anger was aroused by Mystar.
How could such a broken wooden sword win the magic?
"OK" Mystar and Mystar stood on both sides separately.
Before starting, Mystar had already placed all kinds of triggering magic around her.
This was her own skill.
None of the students in the Wind Riding Class could compare with her.
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Gotta fuck her.
"Magic, through the mirror, unfold" The mirror slowly appeared from the playing cards, and she smiled and said, "Oh, this is the magic trick that Mystar practices every day.
I wonder what it will feel like when it is cut."
"call"
Mysta's figure suddenly disappeared, and Mystelle quickly found her sister's location.
Her ordinary physical skills were not as good as the teleportation technique taught to her by Duke Wind Rider.
Sure enough, it would be impossible without the use of other props.
Possibly increasing human speed.
"Whoosh" Just when Mystelle confidently blocked Mista's wooden sword, Mista suddenly disappeared as she rushed towards her.
"Pa" In an instant, the mirror summoned by the magic formula was shattered by a blow from the wooden sword.
Mystelle was also dumbfounded.
This instantaneous movement actually exceeded the speed of the teleportation technique, and she did not react at all.
Shattered the magic mirror "It's not over yet."
Mista didn't give her sister a chance to take action.
She walked around behind her and hit her on the back of the head with the hilt of her sword.
"Magic, six-sided ice crystal, unfold" "哐" The wooden sword hit the ice block that suddenly grew out from behind Mystelle.
Mystelle just smiled, and then increased the strength of her hand, stabbing the ice block hard with the blade of the wooden sword.
"Oops!"
Before Mystelle could start the next magic formula, Mystelle's sword had already touched the surface of the hexagonal ice crystal.
If she stabbed it with her speed and strength, she would definitely be injured.
"Click" Mystar didn't feel anything strange, but then she heard the sound of ice cubes breaking behind her.
Was she really pierced by Mystar?
"Mystery, you did a good job."
After that, there was no attack or ridicule from Mystelle, but a warm hand slowly placed on his face, and bright red liquid suddenly entered his sight.
Mystelle also quickly moved toward her sister's hand "Ah haha, that ice cube is really hard, the sword is broken."
The wooden thorn pierced Mista's delicate palm deeply, and blood poured out like a spring.
Her eyes were filled with tears, but not a drop fell in front of her sister.
"elder sister" A few days later, the news that Mystelle competed with her sister Mista and accidentally injured her sister reached the ears of her father.
The Lord Lawlock sent her to the royal army for violating family rules.
Mista felt very guilty, but Soldiers in the King's Army do not have the right to choose their lives, and many people are often sacrificed when performing missions.
"Mystelle."
When Mystelle was about to leave home, Mystelle's gauze-wrapped hand suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Sister Mista, don't worry about me at this time."
"Live and become the strongest magician."
Mista's words were deeply imprinted in Mysteria's heart, and the sword that would pierce everything even if it hurt herself became a belief that had been hidden deep in her heart.
"Is that so?
You taught me the last blow, Mista?"
The sun shines through the clouds on Mystelle's face, and she wakes up a little.
This is not the end of the war.
I don't know how the progress on Lan's side is.
There is no sign of the King's City falling so far.
Has it been successfully prevented?
Where is Duke Lanzhi?
There was no feeling in her hands, and only the hilt of the shattered Demon Sword of Veria was still held by Mystelle.
Dragging his heavy body step by step towards the altar, his auxiliary body could not support it for much longer.
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He had to
"Pa" My feet suddenly tripped over the steps.
Mystelle fell heavily on the stairs leading to the top.
A strand of long golden hair fell from her eyes.
Her body was almost completely unable to move.
Is this the end of it?
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