The period of time when the Qing Palace attacked and the fire on the right responded was just a moment of effort.

Everything was completed quietly, and large areas of forest white flames burst silently in the air, causing the air to be covered with a strong coldness. However, this attack that easily defeated Emperor Yuangen was stopped by a huge strange hand.

"What kind of flame is this?" The fire on the right was suspended in mid-air, and the sacred right on his shoulders directly blocked in front of him, grabbing the boiling flame in his hand, feeling this unique feeling, which made him raise his eyebrows slightly, "No, wait a moment, this seems... not a flame?"

Before he could finish his words, the white flames caught by the right hand suddenly changed again. The original coldness swept away in an instant, replaced by the twisted and extremely hot burning that even the air burned, and a violent explosion.

"Can you still change?" The fire on the right still didn't care at all. He put his right hand in his arms, and the violent explosion was erased in an instant, and even the original white flame of the forest was dispersed into countless sparks. "You really interested me, the magician."

Qing Palace did not respond, but stared at the fire on the right with his eyes solemnly. With a wave of his right hand, the dispersed forest white flames gathered again, gathered into a fire heavy sword in his hand, and then slashed towards the fire on the right.

"It's enough."

Regarding this, the fire on the right only gave a lazy sentence.

The hand on his shoulder slowly raised up, neither speed nor strength, and just faced the Qing Palace that was flying towards him at a very fast speed like a mosquito.

The next second, Qing Gong's face suddenly turned pale, and he flew backwards faster than when he flew in just now, hitting the ground heavily, spewing out a mouthful of blood from his mouth uncontrollably, and the giant flaming sword in his hand collapsed and disappeared.

"Be careful!" At this time, the exclamation of the water behind us came, but it was obviously too late. "'The Holy Right' has all the huge power in all the Cross Myths..."

The "third hand" that draws the power of the "Holy Right".

Just swing it can hit the target, so there is no need for speed.

Because waving a hand can destroy the enemy, there is no need to pursue greater power.

This is the "right hand" that is gathered together in all the myths of the Cross religion, and cannot be understood by people!

"How?" The fire on the right casually slashed his ears, "I thought it would be stronger, but it seems that it is limited...well?"

His eyes seemed to have been sharp for a moment just now.

"Although this result is worse than all the results I imagined, it is not something I can't accept." Qing Palace's voice slowly rang from the other end, and then the young man slowly stood up.

As he stood up, his whole person seemed to have changed. His face, who was originally in his twenties, had slightly wrinkles and looked a little uncoordinated. There were still bloodshots on the corners of his mouth. As the blood was flowing down, the wrinkles were slowly getting bigger and bigger. Finally, with a "click", pieces of fragments fell off the face.

It was not that horrifying scene, but like a mask was broken, more and more cracks appeared on the young man's face and collapsed into pieces, and a considerable number of people in the crowd, including Kurajo, were shocked.

"No wonder that guy Aizali told me not to be hurt." The last piece of debris fell, and the young man's face disappeared completely, replaced by a nearly flawless face. Shao Youth coughed, slowly took out a pair of brown glasses from his pocket, carefully hung the glasses chain, and then said, "So this thing..."

"No blood can be seen."

"You...you are!" Shenli took a step back subconsciously, his pretty face full of disbelief. When he looked at the boy's familiar face, she was stunned, "You..."

"Sorry, the fire on the right." Qing Gong, who showed his true face, raised his head and looked at the fire on the right, with interest on his head. The corner of his mouth raised a curve, "As it turns out, I'm still not used to someone on top of my head!"

At some point, the blue and golden wings behind him quietly dissipated and became large blue and golden spots of light. Like a rain of light, the spots gradually gathered, forming two distinctive lights with light blue and gold, gently surrounding the body of the Qing Palace, forming a unique halo. The white flames once again ignited, like Prometheus's immortal holy fire, burning peacefully around the body of the Qing Palace.

The pupils of fire on the right narrowed slightly.

It was not how this strange power suddenly exploded in the person in front of him that made him afraid. In fact, he had never cared about this person who suddenly appeared in front of him and called himself a magician.

It was just because of the moment just now that the "Holy Right" in his body suddenly throbbed.

It does not mean any emotion like fear, but the fire on the right understands that there must be something special about the boy in front of him.

Perhaps there is no threat to him for the time being, but once he grows up, the fire on the right is uncertain whether there will be any accident. This also shakes his idea of ​​leaving the UK as soon as possible to complete his plan.

Just as Fire on the Right narrowed his eyes and planned to face the little bug that he had never taken seriously, the change in the scene once again made Fire on the Right firm his opinion on solving this person.

In the center of the flame, a human figure of about five meters high slowly condensed.

An inexplicable aura emerged from the phantom, with a strange light of faint white light. The figure couldn't see its face clearly. The blue-gold halo surrounded the figure into two halos. Behind the phantom, a pair of pure white fire wings slowly opened.

Another form that the Qing Palace once exploded to rescue Mikoto once again appeared in the air of a foreign country. Unlike before, this time this phantom appeared behind the Qing Palace.

Qinggong slowly opened his eyes, and when Shangyou in the distance looked at Qinggong's eyes, he seemed to be subconsciously trying to see clearly, and he couldn't help but subconsciously lift his right hand.

A burst of air like crying suddenly sounded, but Kamijo was stunned and stared at his right hand.

Just now, my "fantasy killer"... triggered?

At this time, the fire on the right slowly raised his right hand.

"I really didn't expect it," the words of the fire on the right were full of praise, without any negative emotions. "The first person to stand up to fight against me is not a magician."

"Your power is completely different from those who rely on the so-called power of God," Fire on the right patted his hands gently, "I'm afraid you are the only one who has come here by his own power."

"You are the first person I have ever seen who has extracted 'divine power' by his own strength."
Chapter completed!