Myth Revival: Turn the Chaos Clock over to the Nation at the Start

A cyan dragon-shaped phantom was wrapped around the Fang Tianhua halberd, exuding a domineering and majestic aura.

boom……

Fang Tianhua halberd collided with the magic sword Tyr Feng again.

The opponent flew out.

boom……

Fang Tianhua halberd smashed on the magic sword, the opponent's arm was fractured, the meridians were broken, and he could no longer hold the magic sword.

He changed his hand, and the magic sword burst out with scarlet blood, which was different from the surging feeling on Qin Yue's body. What the magic sword exposed was an extremely strange feeling.

The soldier on the opposite side was wrapped in scarlet blood and rushed over.

Han Yi was expressionless, and Fang Tianhua halberd shot again in his hand.

boom……

His left hand was completely useless, and the magic sword smashed into his chest, spurting blood and flying backwards.

Han Yi pressed his feet hard, and his body blinked in front of the warrior flying in the air.

A halberd.

His breath of life was extremely weak, and he was completely sent out of the ring.

This victory belongs to Han Yi.

The whole place was silent.

After the referee pronounced the verdict, all the audience remembered the shouting.

Not only the Xia Guo audience, but some Western audiences also cheered for seeing this hearty battle.

They do not know the conspiracy of the Holy See and other forces, so they cannot share the enemy.

Next, is the third person of the Holy See.

A light magician.

The white robe made Han Yi a little dazed.

The magistrate of the Inquisition who killed Ji Xueyan and their former captain was the same type of robe.

The white mage robe is obviously not an ordinary material. It has passive absorption magic elements, which is what the East calls aura.

So they are so unified.

He has a cane in his hand.

The difference is that this cane is not a magic wand, nor is it inlaid with some powerful magic stones.

The walking stick seemed to be alive, with a green bud on it.

Han Yi stared at the cane and knew the origin of this thing.

The god in the Holy See of Light - a branch of the tree of heaven bestowed by God himself to Noah, with unparalleled and powerful light power.

Without any other strange power, Han Yi calmed down.

The referee shouted, and the Master Guangming began to sing.

The distance between them was at least 50 meters, but Han Yi was in no hurry to fight in close quarters.

He wanted to see what this bright magician could come up with.

"The light that is free from the world, listen to me..."

Han Yi stared at the opposite side speechlessly. If this is a speed player, the distance of 60 meters will be reached in the blink of an eye according to this cultivation level.

Although you are quick to talk, two seconds are a magic.

But two seconds is enough for people to kill you several times.

After chanting two or three sentences, a white magic shield appeared around him.

Then began to chant for a long time.

Out of curiosity, Han Yi held Fang Tianhua halberd with one hand and smashed it.

The magic shield on the opposite side was like a bubble and instantly shattered.

But the mage's new magic has been cast successfully.

A hexagonal light prison appeared out of thin air, trapping Han Yi inside.

Han Yi raised his halberd and attacked a few times, and found that the defense was surprisingly powerful.

"Do you really think my singing speed is so slow? Stupid Xia people, accept the judgment of God..."

The bright magician opposite saw that Han Yi couldn't get out of trouble, and sneered.

Han Yi had a wry smile on his face.

"Ah this...you were deceived."

Chapter 77 The Spear of the Holy Robe Longinus

Han Yi's bitter smile was quite fake, but it amused a group of Xia Guo audience.

"Han Yi: Mom~ I'm so scared."

"Han Yi: Oops, I was fooled."

"Han Yi: I'm stuck, okay..."

……

The barrage fell instantly, so they had to turn off the barrage and continue to watch the battle.

The audience at the scene couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The Vatican Mage on the stage obviously found something, stared at Han Yi with a bad look, and began to chant incantations.

"The Holy See magic is so terrifying."

Han Yi said a word, Fang Tianhuaji in his hand exerted a little force, and the light prison that trapped him kept shaking.

After a few moments, the light cell shattered, and the magician on the opposite side cast half a magic spell, and was taken aback by this scene.

Fang Tianhua halberd smashed down with the gesture of splitting Huashan, and he quickly raised his cane to block.

He flew out on his own, but still held the cane firmly in his hand.

Han Yi glanced at it and was a little curious. The blow he just made was enough to knock the last warrior with a magic sword into the air.

Although the magician was also sent flying, the cane in his hand was still intact.

And he just vomited blood and didn't look seriously injured.

It turns out that the magician is not crispy?

Han Yi sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, after being infused with spiritual power, even if you don't train your body, your body's strength is greatly improved, which is the same as Eastern cultivators.

However, Han Yi does not intend to continue. He does not know much about Western magic, but it seems that it is lower than the spell level of the same level.

Although there is no prelude to casting spells, chants are more time-consuming than oriental spells.

To sum up, magic is too wasteful compared to Eastern magic.

If you are a fighter, just play well yourself.

Han Yi is controlling his breathing, making it seem that his physical strength is constantly declining.

In the end, he also kicked out the bright magician who had no chance to cast magic again.

But he was lucky and was seriously injured at most.

It's hard to say whether the one in front will survive tonight.

"next."

Han Yi took a few breaths and said.

The people of the Holy See below were overjoyed, will this guy be tired too?

The scene where Han Yi was beating the demon sword holder violently just now brought the atmosphere between them to the lowest point.

The captain of the Holy See is a soldier with a long spear by his side.

"Dylan, come on."

Opposite him is a woman with a slender figure, wearing a white gold-rimmed mage robe, full of divine brilliance.

"it is good."

Dylan walked onto the ring with a magic wand in hand.

"Oh... another mage."

Han Yi spread his hands, feeling helpless. He didn't want to fight with the mage.

Han Yi looked up and down and knew the difference in this woman.

The magic robes on the body are different.

This magic robe is not an ordinary robe, but the one worn by the Holy See Virgin.

In addition to having a strong protective power, compared to the function of ordinary magic robes to absorb magic power, it is more terrifying than the top magic wand in terms of spell casting.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

At the beginning of the game, Dylan raised his finger to Han Yi.

A bright arrow appeared, cut through the air, and made a sonic boom, hitting Han Yi.

Turned out to be instant magic.

Han Yi frowned and smashed the light arrow with his halberd.

But the battle is not so simple.

Dozens of light arrows continued to shoot, leaving Han Yi to passively defend.