Chapter 677 (2/2)

When the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand had swung a perfect semicircle and could only be cut on Cecilia's throat, Cecilia's magic spell singing stopped at the same time. A dangerous breath of death suddenly enveloped the middle-aged man. It was a strong stabbing pain that made his whole body feel burning. For extremely sharp sword fighters such as murderous spirit, naturally, they would not know that this feeling meant that his whole body was in the range of the other party's attack.

However, the duel between soldiers and magicians is an extremely unbalanced confrontation.

If the soldiers rush to the magician, the magician must fall first; On the contrary, if the magician's mantra singing is over and the soldier has not arrived at the magician's side, the soldier must die.

As the saying spread on the miracle continent: ”the cavalry in charge is God; The magician who sings the mantra is also a God. ”

At this time, the sword fighter has rushed to Cecilia, and Cecilia has also completed the mantra singing. The victory and defeat judgment of both sides is naturally the matter of this moment.

For many people with little experience or lack of actual combat experience, in this case, they will inevitably choose to retreat, stay away from the magician as far as possible, and then look for a chance to fight back. However, the middle-aged sword fighter did not make such a choice. He completely ignored the tingling feeling and death threat that spread all over his body, and steadfastly chose to continue to wield his sword - based on his actual combat experience, he can naturally judge that his sword will definitely be better than the other party's magic first hit, plus the speed bonus of ghost walking he has obtained now, The middle-aged man has enough strong self-confidence to easily leave his attack range after killing his opponent.

At the thought of the extra reward promised by the official envoy of * * * kingdom before the war, the middle-aged sword fighter's hand holding the sword was more stable.

But the next second, the smile of excitement because of the winning ticket was in hand was instantly solidified on the middle-aged man's face.

Cecilia gently spit out two words.

”Barrier.”

A ring on Cecilia's right hand radiated a green brilliance. The air flow in the air suddenly became as violent as the surging sea. With the surging air flow rolling, there was an air barrier composed entirely of air flow between Cecilia and the middle-aged man.

Air barrier!

This is the magic charging ring Sean obtained in the underground cave of tindersley in the kingdom of potoroa. For today's Sean, this ring is actually out of date. After all, the air barrier it condenses can only block the full blow of the fifth level profession (lower silver). Just because there is no equipment to replace for the time being, and in order to make himself more in line with the name of the Duke of vanity, Sean didn't replace this ring.

Today is the day of Cecilia's competition. Sean worried that she would be unfavorable to melee professionals, so he gave her both magic rings just in case.

It was used at this time.

The air barrier did not condense fast, and could not completely block the attack of the middle-aged swordsman, but it was enough for Cecilia.

The blade hit the air barrier, and a strange shock force was fed back from the blade to the sword fighter's hand.

The next second, the air flow condensed by the magic was completely defeated by the strength of the middle-aged man and turned into a mass of air flow again. However, because of this slightly slower barrier, the rhythm originally firmly controlled by the middle-aged man was lost in an instant, and the attack and defense rhythm between him and Cecilia changed at this moment.

You don't need to think about it. The middle-aged sword fighter immediately gave up the idea of continuing to produce the sword, and quickly withdrew backward by using the 200% movement speed bonus provided by ghost walking. Almost at the moment when the sword fighter retreated in an instant, the place where he stood before spit a pillar of fire up to five meters without warning. What's more terrible is that the influence range of the pillar of fire actually reached two meters.

The pupil of the middle-aged man contracted suddenly.

However, what made him more frightened was that even though he had pulled away nearly 30 meters from Cecilia, the sense of death threat still did not dissipate, but became stronger. At the moment when his toe gently touched the ground, he did not hesitate to move a few meters away again. At the same time, as soon as he moved, the position where his toe gently fell also ejected a five meter high pillar of fire.

”Welcome to my world, red lotus hell.” Cecilia stood gracefully in place, said softly with a gentle smile on her face. With the crimson substantive magic wave around her, Cecilia looked like a goddess born in the fire at this moment.

The face of the middle-aged man was as white as paper.