Seven Hundred and Ninety The Royal Family of the Ireland Hill Empire

"!" Hearing the powerful opponent in front of him say that, the white-robed servant of God had no room to think. He turned around and took measures in an instant. He felt that there was an opponent who was too strong to be despised. waiting for him.

Then...then he saw some tents, and some human soldiers with light weapons who dared not fire casually.

Apart from these, there is nothing there, there is no powerful magician, and there are no soldiers wearing machines that make him unforgettable...

"!" He suddenly realized something, and the next second he felt a terrifying magic hit behind him.

He didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't have time to condense the magic circle, so he could only dodge subconsciously, only to avoid a short distance before he was hit by the magic that came from behind.

The terrifying wind blade pierced through his dusty white robe, his body began to become unstable, the restless magical energy began to boil, and his whole body began to swell.

"You..." The man in white robe never imagined that such a magician at the level of the Holy Law, a great and lofty magician, would use such indiscriminate tricks at the moment of the duel...

Shouldn't they compete fairly, use superb magic techniques, conquer opponents with cool magic, and win everyone's respect?

Why is it now... how is it even now using such a damn trick like "Look! There is a flying saucer!"?

This is simply a blasphemy against magic! This is simply contempt for your opponent! This is simply... a disgrace to the strong...

"You...for...why..." Ambiguous, the white-robed man turned around and asked Vivian in pain while suppressing the chaotic magic in his body.

"There's no way..." Vivian spread her hands: "I came all the way, I used too much magic reserve, flying at a speed close to the speed of sound, and maintaining a magic circle in front of myself, it consumes too much. too much."

As she spoke, she stepped back cautiously, and opened the distance between herself and the white-robed man: "I used energy pouring just now, and I have no other way. Seeing you rushing over, all I can think of is this. One move."

At this moment, what she said was so natural, as if using this method to solve the opponent was reasonable and should not be questioned.

"One, one... A dignified saint, the holy devil died..." Because of the surging energy, even the tone of the white-robed man became strange: "Really,

How... can... cover... so shameless and despicable. you, your glory? "

"Okay, I know you're right, I should have an upright fight with you." Vivian nodded, agreeing with the white-robed man's point of view: "But...it's too late to say this now, I I will pay attention next time, um, I will pay attention next time!"

After she finished speaking, she took another step back: "Why don't you give it a try, can you adjust it, let's continue, and then fight? This time I promise to be upright and never cheat, okay?"

The white-robed man felt that if he listened to this girl again, he might explode in anger.

Although he wants to explode on the spot now, if the other party says a few words less, he can hold on for a while longer.

"Shut up..." Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the man in white robe screamed before his death in a miserable voice.

"Okay, I'll shut up." Vivian closed her mouth, and then took a step back - she had seen the man in white robe who was killed by the energy pouring out just now, and now she was standing, barely It can be considered safe.

A magical defense barrier is ready, and she can activate it at any time to block the explosion of the white-robed man. Vivienne is a smart little girl, at least a long-winded smart girl.

"..." The white-robed man felt that he should really rush over and die with this damn girl. This is a kind of unwilling resentment, he didn't need to die here so suffocated.

"I will... curse you..." The white-robed man finally couldn't restrain the energy surging in his body, and his consciousness began to disperse: "Serving... gods..."

He finally mumbled something inaudible, and then it turned into an explosion with a deafening roar.

The shock wave hit Vivian's magical defense barrier, and then dissipated with the defense barrier. Vivian stood on the spot, looking at the only piece of white cloth left not far away, covered in the shallow pit left by the explosion, gently swaying with the breeze.

"Long live!" The surrounding soldiers shouted in celebration of victory, all raised their arms, and they vented to their heart's content for the rest of their lives.

They didn't know yet that it was the concubine of Emperor Alan Hill who was fighting for them, and they were just celebrating, cheering for the mighty sorcerer.

"Long live Ailan Hill!" The second platoon leader, who was lying on the stretcher, shouted loudly together with Burrisson, who was put aside. They just thought they were completely finished, but when they realized that the white-robed man had already After being killed, he began to shout.

These dozens of hours were really ups and downs, which made them feel too exciting. Before, he had to face a strong enemy, and then he waited desperately to die, and then he waited for reinforcements, and then the reinforcements were hit hard.

Anyway, a big battle broke out where they were, and in the end they were transported to the rear as wounded - it turned out that the rear was not safe, and they just escaped again.

The more this is the case, the more moved they are - it's really not easy to get their little life back.

Just when the two of them felt that they should cry with joy, a voice rudely interrupted everyone's cheers: "What is there to celebrate? You are all going to die here today, and no one can be spared!"

With the sound of this voice, a figure appeared in front of everyone. The third white robe!

"I've been following them, but I didn't expect that neither of them would be able to kill you!" The man in white robe coldly pulled out the long sword from his waist and stared at Vivian wearing a mask: "Now, You can't deceive me, what tricks do you have? Just use it!"

Vivian sighed, took off the mask on her face, and her body floated a little in the air: "I am the wife of Chris, the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire, and a member of the royal family of the Alan Hill Empire. ...killing me is more useful than destroying this camp...but if you want to kill me, it depends on whether you can catch me."

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