Silently, without any movement, the crimson light merged into Gallup's arms like flowing water melting sand, dissipating without a trace.

It seems that nothing has changed?

However, this idea only appeared in the minds of the other three people and even Austin and others who were trapped in the magic circle in the study room, and were instantly dispelled.

Because, they knew very well that Gallup could not be so mysterious.

Sure enough, in less than a blink of an eye, the scene suddenly changed.

Bang!

A dazzling and dazzling red light burst out from Gallup's arms, bursting into all directions like an invincible sword, with unparalleled power.

Rumble!

The terrifying sound that seemed like a mountain collapsed and cracked suddenly roared, but it did not ring in everyone's ears, but in the void.

The void began to shake, and the space shuddered.

The calm ripples like water appear in an instant and then spread.

It seems unhappy, but it is actually extremely fast.

In just a moment, it spread into the entire magic array.

Even the large compound magic array, which had been spent by Renard and Austin, was shaking under such an impact, and seemed to be in a tendency to collapse.

In the sky, the dark magic circle hole that had originally appeared because of the crimson light that broke through the sky no longer had a healing trend as before when Gallup and Cecilia appeared, but became increasingly widening.

Although it is not happy, it is extremely firm.

There is a feeling of a thousand-mile dike crashing into an ant hole, as if this magic circle could not escape the collapse of the end.

However, at this time, the people in this magic circle did not have much thought of observing the magic circle.

Their attention had been all focused on Allen and the four of them, and on the serial murderous intent that was almost destined to be an ending.

"drink!"

The charming scarlet blood vessels burst out, and the moment they spread in all directions, Alan exhaled and heard his breath, and his lungs and internal organs shook together, experiencing unprecedented potential.

The surging air flow burst out and almost condensed into substance. In this space that has been reinforced by various means, it flew more than three feet apart in countless times.

Although it did not cause any considerable damage, Allen was sure that if this qi arrow was really hit, if the physical attributes did not reach the level of silver, it would at least be the result of the muscles and bones being broken and the internal organs being moved.

Alan suddenly exerted force, his waist and abdomen were tense, his muscles and bones were ringing, and his spine was rising like a dragon ascending to the sky.

The momentum that had already been stored to the limit suddenly erupted and began to rise endlessly, as if to break through the barrier in the dark and enter the unknown situation.

Allen's spirit, will, mind, essence, everything began to rise, all began to merge, and progress in the most perfect direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the void, there was a vague and ethereal sound of breaking the barrier, like a city hammer striking violently against the city gate, low and surging, with extraordinary momentum.

Unfortunately, only so, Allen is still a little bit behind now and cannot completely open the door and enter that sacred state.

However, although Allen is now only above and below gold, and even such a state is incomplete, he only meets the standards in combat effectiveness, and his defense, survival, etc. are barely entering silver.

Even such a state cannot last for a long time. At most, it only takes a few breaths. In a short while, Alan will naturally fall into this state due to the decline of momentum and the consumption of his mind.

But at least now, this level of strength is enough.

The long sword in his hand still slashed without hesitation, wrapped in a platinum light, resolute and cold, without any hesitation.

Even more than before, it was three points faster.

It seemed that he had no idea of ​​returning to defense, nor did he notice that Cecilia, who was attacking him, had interrupted the spell he had prepared and began to save himself. He did not notice that Dalton, who was standing in the distance and was trying to secretly attack, also gave up his original idea and began to pay attention to his own safety.

Gallup looked at Alan, who was still as bright as a shiny person in front of him, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gloomy expression seemed even more inconspicuous under such actions.

The face was silent, but the powerful mental power had already flowed into the magic tool in his arms like flowing water, increasing its strength to activate its power explosion.

Regardless of it, the long knife in his hand drew a perfect trajectory in the air, leaving mottled black space cracks in the air.

However, in the end, Allen did not really cut the knife.

The wrist was folded, and the long sword in his palm turned towards Gallup's fall, changing direction, creating a stern barrier of sword light in front of Allen.

The long sword lingering with the platinum sword light flew in Allen's hand, jumping up and down like a butterfly flying among flowers, which was extremely beautiful.

But in this beautiful scenery, what is hidden is Alan's unreasonable skill.

The sword light flew over and reached its extreme speed, as if a barrier really emerged from the void, appeared in front of Allen, blocking all the crimson blood lights like shells, leaving Allen without any damage.

However, if someone can really see Alan's current operations clearly, he will understand what kind of superb skills Alan is using.

Alan's sword swing has a limit. No matter how fast he swung the sword or how fast he squeezed the force, it still has a limit.

There is an obvious and unnegligible interval between his every slash.

Even if the interval is small, no matter how weak the interval is, even if there are very few people who can see the interval, even fewer people can use it.

But it cannot be ignored. Alan's slash still has its limits, and there are restrictions on [rules].

If you cannot transcend [rules] and cannot achieve [miracle], then Allen's sword technique is still within the scope of human beings and within the limits of human beings.

Therefore, in the eyes of Austin and others who were watching, it seemed that an indestructible substantial platinum barrier appeared in front of Allen.

But only he himself... maybe he could add another Gallup who doesn't know what method he is using now to see that the blade barrier in front of him has a [slit].

This is no longer a flaw that skills can eliminate, it is the limitation of the sword technique itself.

As long as Allen's skills cannot exceed his current level, this problem will always exist.

But this is the sword technique, and there are many [gaps] and [loops] barriers to the knife light.

But it was like water could not be poured into it, and raindrops could not be poured into it, perfectly blocking all the crimson luster and causing Alan to suffer any damage.

Facing the overwhelming attack, with thousands of arrows firing at once, it was really shocking that Allen was able to do this.

After all, even Cecilia on the side and Dalton who was conducting a ranged attack in the distance were in a mess in this wave of almost barrage attacks.

It can even be said that if one of these two people is not a krypton gold player with a rich background, the other is a weak operation mage whose basic qualities are perfectly matched with the peak of silver.

Their fate may be even worse.

Because, Alan, who was hit hard at close range, could say with certainty that the explosive attacks emitted by the thing in Gallup's arms had the strength of the silver level.

And it is not the low-end level of silver, at least the mid-level silver, or even close to the high-level attack intensity.

This strength is not low, the quality is absolutely acceptable, and there are so many quantities.

Anyone who is still in the silver rank will have a headache when encountering such a violent wave of baptism.

Even Alan, after enduring this strongest attack, escaped from the most central battlefield, although it seemed unscathed, no one knew that his arm had begun to ache and was deeply sore.

But all this was hidden by him and it was not revealed at all.

Therefore, he seemed a little light and unpredictable, with a profound and unpredictable momentum.

The other two people didn't look very good at this time.

Cecilia seemed to have not been hurt, but her originally fair left shoulder had a bruise, and a certain degree of collapse appeared on her delicate and seductive collarbone.

This beauty that was originally enough to shake mind showed obvious flaws.

It was like being hit hard by some blunt weapon.

Cecilia's situation was not good, and Dalton was not much better.

Dalton's top was extremely damaged, and his left abdomen was dripping with blood, as if he had broken a hole, and was completely exposed to the air, adding a bit of blood to the cold late night, brewing a bit of murderous intent.

After taking the opportunity to separate, the four people on the field couldn't help but fall into silence again, waiting for the next opportunity to arrive.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Suddenly, Dalton coughed in a low voice, and strands of blood were overflowing from his mouth.

The hoarse voice of heart and lungs tearing, in the quiet night under the pale moonlight, it seemed even more weird, more terrifying, and even more terrifying.

The moment Alan, Cecilia and Gallup heard the cough, they turned to look in Dalton's direction and began to look at each other.

However, this eyes were very different from those that Dalton had fallen on him when he coughed.

In that cold and ruthless eyes, there is scrutiny, contemplation, doubt, and joke, but the only thing that does not exist is worry and care.

Even though Dalton showed such a tired and weak appearance, the other three had no intention of trying to do it.

At first, they were not sure whether Dalton's weakness was real or false.

Secondly, they also know that a new crisis will arise after breaking the current deadlock. In this case, whoever takes action first is likely to be the joint attack of the rest of the people.

This is not determined by any faction or attack order.

It is because of the instinctive reaction in the situation of four people confrontation, while the momentum rises and the qi and the sympathizes.

Therefore, no one wants to be the first to be a successful person.

More importantly, Allen squinted his eyes and looked at Dalton's performance with a cold expression.

【The vitality is really strong!】

After carefully checking the brilliant and surging life form in the telepathy under multiple blessings several times, Alan sighed silently.
To be continued...