Chapter 239 The Devil's Words
Could hand-to-hand combat be so terrifying? If Angele and the others hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been hard to believe.

The thunder tore the sky apart and the waves shattered the earth.

Even a clash of magic could hardly create such a noise. If it weren't for the sound of weapons clashing, one would really doubt whether two unprecedented magicians were engaging in an unprecedented magic duel.

It is simply hard to imagine what kind of characters are fighting, it is really hard to guess.

Mengli and Ergar tried their best to kill the opponent in front of them.

One with the strongest hatred.

One with the most violent destructive intent.

Both of them were completely absorbed in the battle and had no time to care about the situation around them.

So just let the magic power after the collision disperse.

A terrifying magical power, after a fierce collision, rushed directly in front of Angele and others, making their faces change drastically. No one expected that they would be affected by the aftermath of the battle thousands of miles away.

"Snap." Luo Qiu snapped his fingers, and a layer of transparent barrier covered down, resisting the invasion of magic power.

The three people who were originally preparing to draw their swords all breathed a sigh of relief. It was really unbelievable that the magic fluctuation just now could be comparable to high-level magic.

Who is fighting in the front? Is it really a god?
Among the people present, besides Luo Qiu, only one person roughly guessed the origins of the two fighting parties. There was astonishment and confusion in the eyes of Saint Jewini under her white veil.

Why would such a guy appear in the human kingdom? Why is the Sequence Master who is rumored to have passed away still alive?
Also, what is the origin of this young human being in front of me?
Even though she was a saint of the Holy See with unparalleled wisdom, she still had doubts at this moment.

No, you can't do this, stay calm.

Javini closed her eyes and began to sort out everything from the source.

The reactions of outsiders had no effect on the vampires and demons who were almost losing their minds.

Move as fast as thunder and invade as fiercely as fire.

The earth could no longer contain the battle between the two men. The ground within a hundred miles under their feet was all shattered. As if with telepathy, the wings of the devil and the wings of the blood bat opened at the same time. They were like two rising stars, and flew into the deepest part of the clouds in the collision with each other.

The cold wind was howling. Every sword swung by Mengli and Ergal, and every spear fired, had the precision of piercing a pinhole. Brilliant sparks created by the two magic weapons kept falling. The originally cold night also rapidly heated up because of this battle.

The two of them seemed to have infinite stamina, and the blows they delivered could almost be called "sure kills". Even so, the battle was still stalemate, and it looked like it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

Occasionally, sword energy would pass by and break the defense of the armor, but Mengli didn't care about the damage at all. Her self-healing ability was very strong. Although Ergal's magic sword was terrible, the damage it caused would still be offset by the self-healing ability of the vampire true ancestor.

What's more, Mengli had long since disregarded life and death. Not to mention just ordinary minor injuries, even if she suffered more serious injuries, such as a pierced heart, a severed head, or cut off legs and feet, she would not care about these, because Mengli had already poured everything into the attack, and her pair of amber eyes had completely turned into the bloodiest crimson.

Therefore, Mengli, who had a stronger will, actually began to gain the upper hand after many rounds.

Ergal's magic sword was actually suppressed by her!
"This is impossible! Just a vampire! A stinking bat!"

Ergal couldn't believe that he would be suppressed by Mengli's blood spear.

Thousands of years ago, he easily played with the entire vampire clan, watching those vampire bats die in front of him one after another. The feeling of being refreshed was really pleasant to the bone. However, the only thing he could not have expected was that the group of stinky bats risked their own lives and sacrificed a large number of their clansmen to plot against him, causing serious injuries to his noble body and causing considerable damage to his demon heart, forcing him to fall into a deep sleep to repair his injuries.

Such shame can only be washed away by killing the vampire progenitor in front of him.

"Get out of the way!" Ergal roared, and the pure demonic flames on the huge demonic sword were burning high. The scorching demonic fire made Mengli subconsciously avoid this powerful sword.

The two men finally put some distance between themselves. Ergal's eyes were surprisingly sharp. He opened his mouth and shouted out some strange characters that were incomprehensible.

"The magic sword pierces through the body of the person in front of you." Ergal suddenly said this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Li, who was not far away, vaguely sensed a sharp edge suddenly appearing around her.

Puff! Meng Li frowned, the severe pain from her shoulder finally made her sober up a little. She lowered her head, and the blade of the magic sword actually pierced her left shoulder without her noticing.

"Demonic flame, burn the person in front of you to ashes." Ergal said again, as if he was talking to himself.

Meng Li threw out a gun, and the blood gun turned into a red blood shadow that circled around Meng Li. The magic flames that had just emerged from the void under his feet were all extinguished in advance by the blood shadow transformed by the blood gun.

"The devil's mantra?" This was the first sentence Mengli said to Ergar.

"Yes, during this long sleep, I finally mastered this magic. How about that sword? It tastes pretty good, right?"

Ergal held the magic pattern giant sword against his sword and said with great pride: "You can interfere with cause and effect with words, Vampire True Ancestor, you are powerless to break such cause and effect. You are destined to die in my hands, just like your people thousands of years ago."

"Hahaha, I'm really looking forward to the moment when the only remaining vampire faces death."

Meng Li stretched out her hand forward, and the blood spear automatically flew back into her hand as if it was attracted.

"Still want to struggle? Very good, then let's try it." Ergal became more excited after seeing Mengli's actions. What's the point of a crushing ending? It would be more interesting to attack this opponent who resists stubbornly.

"Magic sword, kill." Ergar did not finish his third mantra, because the moment he opened his mouth, Meng Li's figure disappeared from his sight.

Although the Devil's Mantra is powerful, it is not powerful enough to kill an opponent who is out of sight.

Just as Ergal's four pupils turned rapidly looking for Mengli's figure, a stream of blood-red gunfire accurately pierced Ergal's heart.

"how is this possible?"

Ergal let out a roar, and his body was suddenly shrouded in black mist. The originally strong demon body turned into a large black cloud and drifted away.

Next to the blood gun, Mengli grabbed the weapon that was about to fall with a tense face, and looked coldly at the black cloud that Ergal had transformed into.

After a while of changes, the black cloud turned into the first stage of Ergal.

His body looked a lot more illusory, and it was obvious that Meng Li's shot just now had played a significant role.

"That teleportation magic? No, could it be space jump?"

(End of this chapter)