The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

A storm appeared centered on the golden holy sword Xcaliba held by Arcelia. It was a huge magical storm like a hurricane above the sea in summer.

Furious, ruthless, and sweeping everything, this is the impression of the storm that Arcelia throws. In the storm, her ethereal golden color danced with the wind, and in her emerald green eyes, there was the calmness of a lake.

In the jewel-like green pupils, the shadows of ghosts and gods-red hair and red eyes, holding a halberd in hand, creating incomparable killing ghosts and gods with a careless attitude.

The strength of the wind is completely different from just now, and the belief contained in the golden holy sword gives this legendary holy sword even stronger power. The power of the wind entwined with its sword was almost completely released, creating a storm far surpassing just now in an instant.

However, this is just a precursor to the release of magic power. No matter how big the storm is, it is impossible to defeat Lelu, Arcelia has never thought of such an easy thing.

Light, blazing light, sacred light, the light representing victory and hope, gathered on the first half of the golden holy sword.

In the face of that dazzling light, everything in the world lost its original color. The heavy seals imposed on the golden holy sword Xcaliba were unlocked layer by layer, like an opened mystery box.

Arcelia has never reached the limit of the golden holy sword, not once.

The golden holy sword is the crystallization of faith in hope and victory, and a treasure formed by the combination of the wishes of countless people. It is the sword in the stone of the chosen king and the holy sword of the oath to bring victory. Its power will continue to increase with the user's own power and beliefs.

The golden holy sword with such characteristics is a true miracle sword. Alzeria, who disappeared in history with this sword, has become a legend with it. This sword is the proof of Arcelia's hero, and it has become one of the legendary treasures with her.

Time seems to have stopped.

Experience, tactics, talent, intuition, Arcelia and Leilu are all evenly matched, no, it should be said that Leilu's talent is even higher.

However, Arseria has an advantage in the matchup of Treasures.

Although it doesn't have the overwhelming advantage of Ulysses' Abyssal Conviction, the power of the wish lodged on the golden holy sword indeed surpasses the halberd used by Lei Lu at this stage.

That is the desire of countless people to pray for victory, and the power that hosts the dignity and faith of the king.

The light gathered on Arcelia's golden holy sword, because of the faith she guarded, shined again.

That is the glory of the king, the glory of victory.

"Ding!" Only the first time she attacked, Lei Lu's hands trembled uncontrollably. It was the silent cry of the wounded wrist under heavy pressure.

"..." Leilu took a step back a bit, looking strangely at the confrontation between her halberd and Alseria's golden holy sword, she seemed to feel what was contained in Alseria's sword.

The rays of light gathered in that blade had a characteristic that made people irresistible. It wasn't the feeling that the dark magic sword used by Ulysses would swallow up and destroy the world. It's a sense of uprightness and uprightness, like the power of countless people gathered together.

It was just a simple blow, and the huge magic power leaked out to the sky.

However, this kind of power is not as terribly destructive as Ulysses's Abyssal Conviction, but automatically dissipated in the sky and returned to this world.

Without the slightest hesitation, Arcelia, who concentrated all her strength, swung her second sword. This is a slash from top to bottom, just like the sword just now, upright and upright.

The brilliance gathered on the golden holy sword exploded for the second time, completely overwhelming Lei Lu's crimson halberd. Obviously the length and weight of the halberd are far longer than this golden holy sword, but at this moment, the golden holy sword gives people the feeling that far exceeds that of the halberd, whether it is weight or a sense of oppression.

Lei Lu backed away again, the trembling of her hands was more obvious than before. Under Arcelia's all-out strong attack, her balance that was about to be adjusted began to tilt slightly. Although it is difficult for anyone to see from such a fierce confrontation, Arseria, whose initial goal was this one, can see clearly.

right here! The third blow of the Golden Holy Sword was swung out at the most appropriate time and angle. The big sword entangled by golden light smashed into Leilu's strongest defensive position, the center of the crimson halberd, with an unstoppable force.

The strong pressure made the halberd violently twisted, but Leilu's defense still did not collapse. This level can be achieved with one person's power, even Arseria can only admit that Leilu is too strong. If it weren't for her body not in its heyday, this trivial flaw would not appear.

However, there is no if on the battlefield. She knew this, and Leilu knew too.

Almost at the same time, the two sides used the strongest force together.

"Excaliba!" The brilliance gathered at the front end of the golden holy sword was all concentrated on one face, creating an illusory blade of light. This is the maximum limit that Arcelia can control at present, cutting off all light. The blade.

"Huh! Huh!" Lei Lu, who had been in a defensive posture, changed her dual-wielding halberd, holding the crimson halberd with both hands, and began a dance that even Ulysses would find unable to deal with. This is Lei Lu's dance of ghosts and gods, an unparalleled killing gesture.

The final result is to use offense to attack and force to force.

Both sides have gone all out without any reservations.

"Ding!" The first blow was evenly matched!

"Ding!" The second blow, regardless of the outcome!

"Ding!" The third blow, **** for tat!

Amidst the violent sound of metal crisscrossing, the high-speed cutting wind blade flew with the blue-white brilliance.

In the face of this terrible power, the ground was easily cut and the trees were cut off by the roots without even having the chance to bend. The huge magic storm even directly rolled up the broken flowers and lifted them into the sky above a kilometer.

The very dedicated light-spot elves once again rushed over from the towering tree to contain the terrible destructive power, and at the same time began to open the white mask to isolate the influence of this terrible battle on the outside world.

"Woo, don't you make me so tired!" The dead winged backpack girl who was sleeping on the tall branch turned over and murmured in protest.