Just like the division of professions for sacrifices, swordsmen are divided into nine stages, from the lowest level swordsman apprentice to the ninth level sword god. When a swordsman reaches the third level black iron swordsman, his fighting spirit will overflow from his body. Depending on the profession level, the fighting spirit of the swordsman is also different.

If there is no special reason, the color of the knight's fighting spirit is the same as that of the swordsman of the same level. The blue fighting spirit on Anderson's body shows that he is a level 4 bronze knight, and the colorful sword light that attacks Chu Tian now indicates that his master is an Eight-Polar Sword Saint!

"Sword Saint?!" Damar screamed, then quickly waved his staff, "Meteorite Rain!" It was still the meteorite Rain that defeated Bandis just now, but this time it was much more powerful. In the light green flame, countless meteorites were compressed into sand and gravel, and the flame spear that finally gathered into was also as thick as a baby's arm, much smaller than before.

The sword and spear shone in the air, and the colorful light that attacked Chu Tian collided accurately with the light green flames when it hit Chu Tian. Then the fire spear and sword light entangled, and they wiped Chu Tian's ears and flew over the arena.

Boom~~~~~ Amid the harsh roar, Damar's magic and the fighting spirit of the sword saint finally got entangled and exploded. For a moment, it was like a big firework blooming, and the colorful fireworks were dancing in the sky, which was very beautiful!

Praise the goddess of life! Feeling the hot wound on her cheeks, she sniffed the burnt smell in the air, and Chu Tian, ​​who was holding the ninth-level protective scroll, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was too dangerous! Just as the sword light was emitted, Chu Tian had already discovered the coming danger. At the first moment, the scroll written with the blood of red flames was summoned in his hand. But it was discovered that it was one thing, but it was another to react. The speed of the Baji Sword Saint attacking was unimaginable to Chu Tian. Before he could throw the scroll, the sword light had already arrived in front of him. In this case, only Damar, who is also a profession of Baji, could react.

Chu Tian's heart was still beating wildly, but Damaar was already angry, "Who was intervening in the duel!?" With a loud shout, Damaar's robe was once again swelling, and the white hair was no longer windy. The surging dark red flames were yelling around him, and the air on the athletic arena was also distorted by Damaar's anger!

In Caesar's custom, duels are the most sacred. Apart from the referee, even the emperor, is not qualified to interrupt the duel! But today, Anderson first destroyed the rules, and then the sword saint attacked the duel. These two behaviors are the biggest insult to the rule defender of the referee! If the referee does not respond, he will always bear an incompetent infamy! So Damar is now out of wrath. The dignity of the great magician must be washed with blood!

"Who is it!" Damal asked again, and then the flames on his body became even stronger, and slowly explored around with a rhythmic fluctuation!

"Haha, please calm down, noble magic minister!" Along with the sound, a thin figure walked onto the athletic platform in the air!

Dirk?! It turned out to be Dirk, who had no trace of fighting spirit in Page's mouth! Seeing the old housekeeper walking onto the stage in the air, Chu Tian narrowed his eyes and sneered quietly. He didn't expect that this old guy had deceived everyone. It turned out that he was the Eight-Polar Sword Saint. No wonder Paige and the officers of the Imperial Guard did not discover his strength! So, would it be him who assassinated himself last time...

Dirk picked up Anderson, sent him to a safe area, and returned to the athletic platform, "Mr. Damar, please forgive me for your unreasonableness!"

"Haha, OK!" Damaar laughed angrily, ignored Dirk's apology, and said, "I haven't competed with a real master for a long time!" After that, Damaar raised his hands and then quickly drew on both sides. With his movements, a dark blue flame light cover wrapped Damaar's whole body. In the battle between the magician and the swordsman, if the magician wants to win, the most important thing is to protect his fragile body!

Seeing Damaer's protective cover, Dirk's eyes lit up, but then it dimmed. As a swordsman, being able to fight with masters of the same level is the best way to improve himself, but Dirk was helpless. If it weren't for saving the young master, he would never have exposed his strength that had been hidden for thirty years. This time, he might have had an adverse impact on the master's plan. If he had won and lost with Damaer, the master would never let him go.

Dirk was still hesitating, but Damar did not give him time. He raised his staff high and the great magician shouted wildly, "Thunder and Fire Flame!"

In an instant, the flames around Damaar gathered towards him, and at the same time, countless purple lights flashed in the flames. Under the interweaving of electricity and fire, all the air and flames on the athletic arena were drained to Damaar's staff. Then, as the staff fell, a purple blue fire pillar shining with lightning continued to snatch Dirk.

Level 8 flame magic with additional power damage!? Dirk's eyes were excited. The powerful opponent and danger made him temporarily forget everything in reality, and his whole mind was immersed in the battle with the masters.

A streamlined black long sword appeared in Dirk's hand at some point. Facing Damar's pillar of fire, Dirk jumped into the air. At the same time, the sword in his hand drew a mysterious arc, and then several soft and colorful sword lights suddenly burst out from the arc.

These sword lights were like ribbons, gently coiled on the Damar's pillar of fire, and then quickly rolled towards the Damar spiral along the pillar of fire.

"I deserve to be the Sword Saint!" Seeing that Dirk easily avoided his magic and immediately counterattacked, Damar exclaimed, but his hand kept turning. With Damar's gesture, the faint pillar of fire suddenly vibrated while about to land. Then it was divided into two, two into four, and finally divided into countless small lines of fire. The sword light coiled on the pillar of fire was instantly shattered.

The sword light was broken, but the fire line refused to let go, and they turned their heads and flew towards Dirk in the air. The fire line in the sky surrounded Dirk in one go.

"It's not enough to hurt me!" Dirk roared in the air, and the long sword danced rapidly, and a colorful sword light burst out, as if millions of sharp swords emerged from Dirk's body. A huge spherical sword light rose in the sky, slashing many fire lines to the ground in an instant!

"Marquis Vladino! Get out of the arena!" Just as Chu Tian was attracted by the battle on the stage, an audience member who admired Chu Tian reminded him. The aftermath of the battle of Level 8 masters was also very powerful. The flames knocked down by Dirk were like rain, Chu Tian looked around the audience. Sure enough, everyone began to escape from the arena to avoid being accidentally injured by the two masters!

Praise the goddess of life! When he ran to the distance, Chu Tian caught a fallen flame, looked at it and threw it away helplessly. When will he have this strength? It seems that he is really useless except for the fire immunity and the props given by the teacher!
Chapter completed!