Elven History Song

Although there were two successors standing in front of him, Fugaro didn't pay attention to each other at all. Whether it is magic power or divinity, Fugaro is stronger than the two people in front of him.

"Want to play with me, two and a half buckets of water?"

Fogaro unabashedly mocked Cirsi and Shiva, but the two people were not fooled. If they fell for Fogaro's taunt and attacked him without thinking, they would probably end up dead at the bottom of the sea. At this time, no matter what Fugaro said, he couldn't attack casually. Even if he could barely resist Fugaro's attack, there was still Amon behind him.

"Demon Gods Fugaro and Amon, please concentrate on guarding the Demon Envoy and Arbitration. Leave the rest to us."

Ji Xiangli and Xiao Zhaozhen walked out of the church. The two of them restored themselves to a complete state with the help of the recovery circle laid out by the church Lin Shuangzhi in advance. They were able to deal with the two successors who were in an incomplete state even though there was a slight gap in their original strength.

"That's not okay. Agreeing to fight is our contract with arbitration. We must not violate the agreement."

As a summoned beast in a contract, no matter who it is signed with, the contract must not be violated. This is a dead rule. The consequence of violating the contract is that the violator will be swallowed by the contract. For them, even a verbal agreement is enough to be called a contract.

"Then you can take action after the two of us are defeated and rest for a while. This shouldn't violate the contract."

Fugaro looked at Ji Xiangli, who was expressing his interest, and waved his hand with a helpless smile.

"Whatever you want."

Although Ji Xiangli asked him to rest, Fugaro had no intention of taking a rest. After coming down from the formation, he immediately walked to Amon's side. The two looked at each other and nodded. They turned their backs to each other in understanding and guarded the sand cocoon sandwiched between Ling Aohan and Lin Shuangzhi.

"We meet again, and this time we can finally decide the winner."

Xiao Zhaozhen looked at Shiva, who shrugged helplessly and said

"This distinction is reasonable. At least our current strengths are about the same."

"You seem to underestimate my strength."

"Did you have any reservations just now?"

"You also saved something, didn't you?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, clenching the weapons in their hands. Ji Xiangli looked at Sersi. Originally, Ling Aoyan wanted to deal with her, but Ji Xiangli rejected Ling Aoyan's request. Ji Xiangli knew that Sersi had powerful illusions, and Ling Aoyan would probably end up in trouble if he tried to deal with her. Lin Shuangzhi reduced one combatant.

Circe's witchcraft is roughly divided into three categories: poison, illusion and transfiguration. And Ji Xiangli has a passive skill that allows him to be immune to any abnormal conditions. This is evolved from the two props that Genghis Khan had during his lifetime: the ivory finger and the silver wine glass. At first, he could only be immune to things like poison. Later, through continuous myths, it became A skill that is enough to be immune to any abnormal status today.

Circe didn't know this. She showed a very mocking smile at Ji Xiangli. Seeing Ji Xiangli looking directly at her, she activated the illusion without hesitation. A flash of purple light flashed through her crimson pupils. Ji Xiangli saw the light flashing in her eyes and knew that she had used illusions on herself. Unfortunately, she didn't know that she was immune to these things.

Seeing Ji Xiangli motionless, Cirsi thought she had succeeded and started to approach him step by step, taking out a dagger from behind with her right hand.

"Are you going to get close like this and kill me?"

This time it was Ji Xiangli who looked at the shocked Sirsi with disdain. Circe couldn't understand why Ji Xiangli didn't fall into the illusion.

Ji Xiangli had a scimitar in his hand, and he pointed it at Sirsi

"Those despicable tricks of yours have no effect on me. I advise you to be a little more self-aware."

"Who are you and why do you ignore my illusions?"

"I am Borjijin Temujin, my honorary name is Genghis Khan!"

The name Genghis Khan made the expression on Sirsi's face extremely distorted. Hearing this name was tantamount to the fact that she was no longer a threat to him. All she could use in front of him were the magic that she was not very proficient in.

"Let me see you off to the west!"

Ji Xiangli and Xiao Zhaozhen rushed towards the enemy they faced almost at the same time. Shiva clenched the trident in his hand and also charged towards Xiao Zhaozhen, while Circe tried his best to retreat back to avoid Ji Xiangli who was charging towards him. Xiangli.

The sudden powerful magic shocked both parties, and then a silver beam of light that shot straight into the sky appeared from behind the church where Ling Aoyan went. The moment they felt the magic power, a proud smile appeared on Sirsi's face. At almost the same moment, everyone felt an even more terrifying magic power coming from behind Sirsi and the others. When Ji Xiangli and Xiao Zhaoxu sensed the coming threat, they immediately stopped charging and turned to defense. When they felt the magic power of these two people, Ji Xiangli was still wondering why her reconnaissance skills did not detect such a powerful enemy behind those two people. .

The huge impact knocked Ji Xiangli and Xiao Zhaozhen away, and Fugaro summoned sea water to turn into a soft baggage to barely catch them. The flash of a figure made Fugaro panic, and he even forgot to inform Amon who was close at hand. A sharp sword pierced the sand cocoon wrapping the two of them. Only then did Amon realize that someone had crossed Fugaro and launched a sneak attack on the sand cocoon. The magic power of the skill that Fugaro had just released fluctuated too much, and the man who made the sneak attack hid his aura. Neither of the two demon gods were aware of the man's existence until the sharp blade was unsheathed.

The thought that it was too late burst out from the minds of the two demon gods. For a moment, they could not even think. They could only watch the sharp blade stabbing the sand cocoon.

The sharp blade hit the sand cocoon, bursting out bright sparks, and the sand cocoon was disintegrated from the inside. The man who sneaked into the attack showed an unabashed smile on his face when he saw this scene, but the smile gradually stiffened as the sand cocoon disintegrated and finally turned into Shocked, the sand slowly slid down Ling Aohan's arm. He held the sword blade thrust by the man with one hand to stop it from hurting Lin Shuangzhi behind him.

"You came at just the right time for me."

The soul fire ignited and instantly devoured the sword blade. The man wanted to retreat when he saw this scene, but the ground under his feet had already turned into quicksand and bound his feet tightly, preventing him from moving. The storm turned into a sharp blade and cut off his head. The man's body fell to the ground and the magic dissipated.

"No, everyone is ready to fight!"

Ling Aohan's voice was conveyed to everyone through the earphones. Except for Ruan Guiqian and Sima Yiyan who did not reply, the other captains all responded.

The terrifyingly huge magic power condensed into a huge wooden horse from the front of the church. A shadow figure stood on the top of the wooden horse and looked down at everything.

"Our resourcefulness and bravery are on display again here! Look, this is the Trojan Horse!"