high castle elves

Just inside the banquet hall, an extremely terrifying sword light appeared from the long sword beside Alamir, with a pure and terrifying sword intent, which instantly frightened everyone.

There was no way to resist it, and there was no way to resist it. This sword light was like the sun that had existed forever between heaven and earth, directly covering Alamil with the light it deserved.

The moment the sword light and moonlight merged, the Blade of Rashriel, which had just brought despair to everyone, disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

They didn't even have time to express surprise on their faces, and they just disappeared silently.

The string of moonlight broke, making a clear sound like breaking glass, but even Evan Sally, who had the best hearing, could not hear it.

Because their minds have been captured by the sword light, as if there is only that pure sword light in the world, their noses can no longer smell the tempting smell of each other's bodies, their ears can't hear any sound, and their bodies can't. Unable to make any movements, he just remained in the same position as before.

It seemed as if the time that was flowing all the time was cut off in front of this magnificent sword light.

This sword light was so terrifying and so magical. It bypassed all "living" creatures and objects and only cut off invisible things - the moonlight from the sword and the alluring smell in the air.

Even the moonlight in their bodies was cut off!

Such an irresistible and terrifying sword light did not even damage the stones in the corner. One has to admire the master of the sword light with his ease of retracting and releasing the sword and his superb swordsmanship.

Soon, the sword light disappeared, leaving no trace as it appeared.

Only a group of "people" were left in a daze.

"Praise the greatest god of swords in the multiverse, master's teacher, your terror makes me as humble as me tremble!" The first person to react was Shaksaya, who prostrated on the ground devoutly, trembling all over. Pray to the unknown existence.

Soon, Bynatrian and the tauren also joined in the prayers, and the two drow also expressed their highest respect with their own etiquette.

At this moment, regardless of chaos or law, evil or kindness, all creatures should bow their heads in front of this sword light.

The sword light dissipated, and Alamir had not yet woken up.Everyone gathered around Alamil, resting and tidying up, holding weapons in their hands and being alert. Even the most seriously injured, the tauren, put away the hooves they had grown so hard, and concentrated on guarding Alamil.

In another space, looking at Alamir who picked up the sword again, the elf with a calm smile on his face drew the sword again.

Can it only be used once... Judging from the opponent's high fighting spirit and the slightly sarcastic expression on his lips, Alamir understood that the opponent was also aware of this matter.

But so what if you can only use it once. This time, you have to draw the sword!

With the sword in hand, the wounds on his body healed again. Although he still felt tired, Alamir only felt that he was not feeling so well.

Because he finally became a swordsman!

Seeing Alamir pick up the sword devoutly, the elf opposite showed a rare look of respect and saluted him.

This was a swordsman's tribute to another swordsman. It had nothing to do with life or death. Looking at the other's elf, Alamire made a sword salute respectfully.

Then, the sword light rose——

The elf on the opposite side obviously used all his strength. This time, his figure was strange and he disappeared.

Then the sword light exploded, and a thunderbolt struck through the endless chaotic void like the creation of the world, and struck straight towards Alamire.

Fairy Secret Sword·Original Thunder

For the first time, the opponent conveyed his swordsmanship to Alamir's ears.

This ultimate swordsmanship can only be described by the primitive thunder that cuts through the sky.

Faced with such a terrifying sword, Alamir also smiled. In response to the endless fighting spirit and respect for the opponent's swordsmanship, he gently uttered eight words in the most authentic Chinese.

The Lord of Baiyun City, a flying fairy from the sky!

So what if the sky is filled with thunder and lightning? The immortal rides on the white clouds and controls the thunder and lightning. One sword can be peerless!

At this time, Alamir looked at the lightning on the opposite side and drew his sword with excitement!

The Fairy Secret Sword and the Flying Fairy from Heaven, these two styles come from different worlds, but have the same peerless swordsmanship. They met just like this in this unknown void.

When a swordsman meets a swordsman, there are only two outcomes: sympathy for each other or becoming strangers.

When swords meet, there are only two outcomes, life and death.

Alamir has turned his life and soul into this sword devoutly. At this moment, he turned into a sword as a human being and faced the thunderbolt from the other world.

When swordsmen fight, they are divided into superiority and inferiority, as well as life and death.

In a trance, Alamir seemed to see the full moon over the Forbidden City, and the two peerless swordsmen who cherished each other under the full moon but had to separate life and death.

On the night of the full moon, at the top of the Forbidden City, with a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky.

Just like now, he is the same as the nameless elf opposite.

Look at the sword!At this moment, Alamir has forgotten life and death, and only sees this sword.

The light in the space dimmed, and all the light was concentrated on the two swords.

The sword has been pierced.

The nameless elf's sword strike was brilliant and swift. The long sword, which was much narrower than ordinary long swords, thrust out quickly, emitting a swift light. The edge of the sword was so terrifying that it could not be resisted!

It was not just a sword, but like the wrath of Shura who controlled thunder and lightning. The strike of lightning reflected the dazzling moonlight.

The silver-white long sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt in the dark night, with the fearful and exterminating meaning of thunder and lightning killing all living beings, and it actually gave birth to a dazzling brilliance.

Alamir seemed to draw his sword very slowly, so slowly that people could clearly see his every move. The opponent's swift sword light seemed to be in slow motion.

And for some reason, he seemed to be floating slowly.

At some point, Alamir seemed to have slowly flown over the head of the nameless elf, like a flying fairy under the moon.

And the three-foot-three-inch long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms in his hand!

Looking at the sword light coming towards him, he even laughed out loud. He floated down from a high position and slowly handed out a sword.

This smile is like Buddha holding flowers, like Zhuangzi watching fish, like a child with pure eyes, showing a knowing smile when he first observes the world.

The sword god smiled.

Even if the Lord of Baiyun City sees this sword at this moment, he will smile slightly and praise it, saying that it smells a bit like Baiyun Feixian.

As the sword thrust out, it was clumsy as a child learning to sword, and it changed!

This sword became radiant and even had life...

A sword stabbed out lightly, without any change.But the change came suddenly, as naturally as flowing water.

The "flower" in Alamir's hand bloomed!

This sword in Alamir's hand is like the harp in Bo Ya's hand, the pen in Xizhi's hand, and the bomb in the hands of Dathra sisters.

Not only is there life, but there is also spiritual energy.

Miso - sky thunder and flying fairy, fast and slow, flowers and thunder, just two short breaths of time -

They meet regularly.

The imaginary huge clashing sound did not appear, only a very slight but sharp sword sound sounded.

Although the sound was slight, it was so penetrating that Alamire seemed to have seen the cracks in the space.

"Have mercy on the wine and the ruthless sword, hate the name of the lonely city."

Turning his back to the nameless elf, feeling his body become solid as if something was pouring in from behind, Alamir smiled softly and finally read out his final poem.

Then he woke up.