The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Saliwan clutched his abdomen and carefully looked at the man in front of him. He did not pay attention to Gwendelin in the shadows high above, the Pope understood the power of the dark moon.

"It's just an unknown pawn." Zelin put the ebony blade on the sword. "A passing wanderer. It's just that one accidentally wandered to Yanorlund."

The demon hunter looked at the pope, the door behind it was closed, and the heavy door panel blocked most of the noise outside, but even so, the demon hunter’s sensitive hearing could still be outside the pope’s footsteps. Hear the crackling of electric light, and the wailing of countless beasts.

Zelin was happy to delay for a while, and soon the Lion Face Rider could break into the church. Since two people can deal with an enemy at the same time, why rush to fight the enemy one-on-one.

Originally, he didn't want Gwendelin to come with him, but when he heard that the demon hunter found the trace of the pope that he trusted the most, even a **** who lived for years would inevitably be angry.

Sullivan stared at the Demon Hunter, his brows slightly frowned under the golden crown, and he seemed to be thinking about something. Then, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"It's you! You brought the news out of Yanorlund! You rushed out with the giant!" The pope put his hand on the hilt of the Great Sword of Sin. The person is you!"

"Oh... It seems we almost met before." Zelin narrowed his eyes and stared at Saliwan's hand covering his abdomen. The pope was hailed as the youngest and most promising magician, but he touched a weapon so obviously. If he was really that smart, Zelin judged that Sullivan's current actions were just covering up his true intentions.

He slowly put his hand on his waist.

"It's a pity, I thought the knight would kill you."

"But the knight I saw not only didn't kill me, but also let me see the beautiful goddess in Yanorrond." If Youershika claims to be the head of the Darkmoon Knights, it might not be the case to call her a knight. Over.

"Why don't Qing say more..." Gwendelin whispered.

"But don't need to regret, we meet again now." Zelin played a sword trick. "And I think this will be the last time we meet. When I leave, I will look at your corpse hanging from the street lamp. Celebrate a second."

"How could I lose to a trivial person like you..."

Sullivan closed his eyes, and the next moment, a purple long sword that seemed to be condensed by magic appeared in his other hand, and at the same time, a blazing flame was ignited on the sword of sin.

"I'm worrying too much..." The most powerful and youngest magician in the world spreads out his hands and puts two big swords in a fighting pose. "I will let you see what is the power of a magician!" "

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ps: I'm ready to squeeze the train to go...return to normal tomorrow.

Chapter 459: Sword Saint Mage Sullivan

Sullivan, as a magician, his sword is like a gust of wind. The demon hunter had been waiting for the magician's spell attack, whether it was a soul gun or a flame. But Saliwan's attack was a fierce swordsmanship.

When the Great Sword of Sin Karma hits the Ebony Blade, there was a piercing sound. It was just a blink of an eye, and the Great Sword of Sin Karma was intertwined with each other. Zelin did not worry about the ebony blade colliding with the burning blade, but in terms of strength and sharpness, the demon hunter did not worry that the ebony blade could not withstand the opponent's attack.

The pope's two swords were slashing, and Zelin flexibly defended against attacks from both sides of his body. Sullivan wielded two long swords dexterously. The demon hunters of the Viper School would also use two one-handed swords to fight like the teeth of a viper, but Salivan’s style is like the best fighting skills Zelin has ever seen. The superb Serekania swordsmanship master, but the hot yellow sand turned into flames.

He wanted to push Zelin to the corner. The demon hunter saw through his fighting strategy, and he began to circle around the pope. Sullivan is taller than ordinary people, and his height of more than two meters allows him to attack the demon hunter from top to bottom. But in the same way, the Demon Hunter can easily get around his side or behind him when he dodges a blow.

Gwendelin from the heights kept attacking the Pope with soul blocks. Although he did not cause any harm to Sullivan, it could interrupt his fighting rhythm when he pursued the demon hunter.

All he has to do is to hold on. The longer the time, the better his chances of winning.

Sullivan also seemed to understand his situation. Zelin only needed to entangle him for a while, and the time that the beast riders had bought for him would be lost in this way.

After Zelin went to his side once again and made a cut from his body, Salivan slid away like a glider. He held the sword of sin with both hands, and a pair of withered wings appeared behind him. , The Pope leaped high, the blade of his sword fell straight down towards the position of the demon hunter.

The demon hunter rolled back to avoid the blow.

The next moment, with Sullivan as the center of the circle, the burst of flame spread rapidly to the surroundings in a ring, and in a flash, the nearby red carpet and the delicate tapestry on the wall ignited, and the beautiful scroll became scorched and distorted under the burning of the flame. , Blackened the face of the female statue on the side of the church.

Seeing this, Zelin lowered the blade of the sword, piercing the ebony blade into the gap in the floor, and drew the Kunen's seal with his other hand. The bright orange shield formed an ellipse to envelop him.

The moment the flame hit the seal, the bursting air pushed the demon hunter back. The ebony blade stuck in the crack of the floor pried the stone, making a creaking sound, and the cracks on the orange shield were visible to the naked eye. The speed spread, Zelin made the gesture of the Kunen rune, maintaining the power of the seal.

The moment the fire dissipated, Sullivan was already approaching the demon hunter. The sword blade carrying the flames and another big sword exuding purple color attacked Zelin at the same time from the left and right sides.

Zelin leaned back, and the purple long sword swept across his nose. He turned around in the air, and the ebony blade drawn from the ground faced the great sword of sin. Sullivan pushed the blade down with all his strength, and was pushed against the wall by the force from the blade, knocking over a wooden chair.

Saliwan backhanded his second sword. Zelin pushed down the wall with his back, slid forward to avoid the blade, and jumped up to make a feint on Sullivan's injured side. The pope backhanded another big sword to try to parry the blow, but then, the Alderfa seal that burst out suddenly hit his knee like a hammer.

The Pope staggered. He raised his sin karma sword and wanted to slash the demon hunter, but the soul mass shot from the air forced him to change his mind, and took a sliding step away from Zelin. Dodging the bottom-up diagonal cut, Gwendelin's magical attack traced Saliwan's figure, but it hit the wooden bench in the church and shattered the two wooden benches.

Zelin did not continue pursuing, but instead slapped the rune of Ignifa Seal. The broken pieces of wood and wooden chair wreckage around Saliwan suddenly burned violently, and the pope's figure was enveloped in an instant.

Staring at the flames, Zelin kept his steps as light as possible. Even if Sullivan was wearing a flammable cloth robe, it would be too whimsical to kill a person who has the power to become the pope next to these flames. Although in the flames, the tall figure was already kneeling on the ground, and flames lit up all over his body.

"Qing... the rebel is dead?"

Gwendelin's voice reached Zelin's ears.

Zelin did not respond, but held his breath and listened intensively to any movement in the cathedral.

More than ten seconds later, he caught a faint sound, like the sound of sand rubbing against the slate floor when the boots stepped on the gravel.

Zelin suddenly turned around, the sound came from behind him. He posed for parry, but the expected attack did not appear.

Seeing his shadow on the wall by the firelight, Zelin slowly moved in an arc, slowly walking around the crimson carpet in the middle of the church, touching the other moon dust on his waist with one hand.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and seemed to notice something.

The next moment, Zelin threw the thing out.

But not at the position behind him, but at Gwendelin, who was watching from the shadows on the heights.

The fuse of the bomb was burning, and it turned and flew towards the location of the dark moon. But the moon dust did not fly to the place where the parabola should be. Instead, it bumped into something transparent, then fell to the ground, and then exploded. The floor that had just been burnt by the flames was covered with a layer of light in an instant. Silver dust.

The avatar in the flame turned into a puddle of powder and disappeared in the wood pile that burned into dry wood. Sullivan's figure leaping at Gwendelin in midair was knocked out by a bomb.

Sullivan was holding the Great Sword of Sin in one hand, and the other hand leaping in the air stretched out and grabbed to Gwendelin who was sitting on the spot. Dark Moon is not as good at close combat as its elder brother, its specialty is magic and illusion. Only after the battle with Aldridge, especially when his body was severely damaged and his injuries had not yet healed, he didn't have much chance of winning against Salivan.

He was hit in the back by the thrown bomb, but Saliwan's movements did not slow down. With unabated momentum, he slashed at Gwendelin's right hand holding the weapon.

Dark Moon raised the scepter unexpectedly, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the church that was still burning. With just one blow, the scepter was removed from Gwendelin’s hand, rolled down from a high place, and fell below it. There was a crisp sound on the blackened floor.

Chapter 460 The Extinguished Karma Fire

Sullivan’s goal was not to deal with demon hunters or kill Zelin and Gwendelin in the church. He is a shrewd man and a man with ambitions big enough to make him initiate a coup against the dark moon **** of Yannorrond. His anger is only the surface. From the moment he entered the cathedral, Saliwan's goal was how to escape from here in the fastest and safest way.

As long as it is still alive, anything is possible.

The Pope chopped off Dark Moon's scepter with a single blow, but he did not have time to swing a second sword. The whistling sound behind him made him backhand and swung the blade that should have cut off Gwendelin's arm behind him. The harsh sound of two metal collisions was extremely crisp. This is the poisoned flying knife that Greylat gave to the demon hunter. Zelin's left hand clamped three flying knives between the fingers and threw them at Saliwan's head, chest and legs.

The sin karma sword flew two knives, and the third flying knife swept across Saliwan's lower body, and the scratched leg seeped a trace of blood from the hem of the pope's robe, which had become a bit tattered. Sullivan backhanded the long sword that exuded purple light on the other side and threw it at the demon hunter, interrupting Zelin's move of preparing to throw the throwing knife again.

Zelin didn't use a crossbow, but within a second, he didn't have the time to set up a crossbow and aim at Saliwan. Otherwise, waiting for him to shoot the arrow out, Sullivan had already grabbed Gwendelin, whose arm had been chopped off, in his hand.

He used the avatar to attract the attention of the demon hunter, and Sullivan's real target was Gwendelin. It is not easy to catch Dark Moon, but if Gwendelin relaxes his vigilance with the killed clone, with the help of invisibility magic, he is enough to hold the weak god, and then find a way to escape the city.

The pope, who dared to initiate a coup under the eyes of the gods, may have long been beyond this ambition. His shrewdness is worthy of his ambition.

From Sullivan's appearance on the high platform where Gwendelin was to the demon hunter throwing a throwing knife, it was just a blink of an eye.

But just in this moment of gap, Gwendelin's body lit up with white light, the great sword of sin cut by Sullivan only slashed into the air, and Gwendelin's figure turned into powder and disappeared in front of him. Then, the white light lit up beside the demon hunter, and the dark moon appeared behind Zelin.