A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The gun shadows fell one by one, and then dissipated in an instant.

The Phantom of the Opera glanced at Christina who was fighting Heizhen in the distance, and then turned her gaze to the black knight king who was galloping fast.

The armor produced long black shadows at an extremely fast speed.

The holy sword burned, and the huge magic power changed the surrounding air, distorting the vision.

His eyes drooped slightly, he opened his mouth, and his singing voice flowed.

Like the wind blowing at the bottom of the abyss, it is beautiful and desolate, not like a human voice.

Seawater seemed to fill Artoria Alter's body.

She was submerged in the sea for an instant.

There is heavy pressure on all sides.

Her speed slowed down instantly, and her feet made a dull sound on the ground, like a heavy object falling to the ground, splashing large swathes of dust.

A golden barrier appeared in front of Li Xiang. He stood with Ai Lei. Although the pressure he received was not as strong as that of Arturia Alter, it was still no small matter.

"It's okay, Ellie." He said, "Don't worry about me, you can help Artoria."

"Okay." Ai Lei did not refuse, she just acted subconsciously, perhaps in her heart, no matter how powerful Li Xiang is, he is the master who needs her protection.

While speaking, Arturia Alter's cold snort sounded, and in front of her, the magic formed by the voice shattered like glass, her body shook slightly, and then jumped up again.

The black holy sword cut down directly.

At the same time, the magic power around Ai Lei became violent, and a black gun shadow flew out of her hand, like a snake, with venom constantly flowing, it opened its mouth, as if it wanted to devour the Phantom of the Opera in one bite.

Li Xiang looked away. Under the offensive of Arturia Alter and Alley, the Phantom of the Opera was doomed.

This is an almost impossible situation to turn around.

He looked at another battlefield.

Hei Zhen didn't use her long sword, but with the flagpole in her hand, it was like a long sword burning with flames.

And Christina is far more flexible than other coloratura singers. She does not fall behind in a short period of time, but mainly avoids.

The attack method is similar to the phantom of the opera, mainly based on sound magic, supplemented by close combat.

Li Xiang pulled out Bi Luo.

Heizhen's battle was too wild, and the flames were everywhere.

He simply threw out his long sword.

The wind was bitter, and earthy yellow patterns permeated the sword body.

The next moment, a [-]-degree drop disappeared directly into the ground.

Li Xiang narrowed his eyes.

In his perception, Bi Luo's speed of walking underground did not decrease at all, and he reached Christina's position in almost two or three seconds.

Li Xiang looked to her left side.

The flames swayed in the wind, and even without fuel, Heizhen's flames were still strong.

However, at this moment, a emptiness suddenly appeared.

A flying sword emerged from the ground, flying through the flames.

The speed was so fast that the flame split only for an instant.

Almost effortlessly, Bi Luo broke through the hard and soft skin of the doll, penetrated into the brain, and the tip of the sword protruded from the other side.

"Hey, Master, what are you doing?!" Hei Zhen was stunned, turning her head and glaring at Li Xiang.

Li Xiang spread his hands with a smile.

"It's agreed to leave it to me to solve it!"

"You told Arturia, not me." Li Xiang waved, and Bi Luo returned to his side.

"The master should stay by the servant's side obediently." Heizhen said, "How can there be a master like you, wouldn't it seem that I am useless?"

"No, I can solve it, and you must have no problem, so there is no need to take action. If I can't deal with it, you can fix it in two or three strokes. Does it seem that you are very powerful?"

"Hmm, that makes sense." Hei Zhen nodded her head and said.

What a lie.

Li Xiang turned his head.

Behind the Phantom of the Opera appeared a huge skeleton that looked like a pipe organ.

The deep purple light seemed to be a demon in the world, shining on the sky, driving away the blackness, and pulling it back into another strange world.

The Noble Phantasm of the Phantom of the Opera, My Love Song only echoes in hell.

The magic is crumbling.

Purple, gold, and black are mixed together, like overturned colored ink, splashing outward.

Li Xiang didn't make a move, but pulled Hei Zhen who was eager to try.