After the two sides failed to launch a surprise attack on each other, they stopped making unnecessary movements and their figures once again intertwined in the sky and petals.
One pair of eyes were bright blue, the other pair of eyes were mirror silver, both burning with endless flames, staring at each other, while the weapons in their hands and their bodies were swift and incessant, constantly clashing, and afterimages after flashes appeared briefly in the sky and disappeared.
As the first movement of the fairyland's secret arts, its magic lies in the unceasing bright flame in the eye-child. The flame burns the life reflected in the eye-child, and when it burns out, it turns into ashes and dust like a withered rose.
But this bright flame is not without flaws. It can even be said that it is a special purification ritual. If one can break through and bloom in the burning, then one can take a step closer to making the consciousness or soul purer and closer to the legendary fairy clan.
There is also a legend that this is the first door to the fairyland. Crossing this flame will lead you to the road leading to the flawless fairy.
However, in many historical records, the number of lives that died under this eternal flame was far greater than the number of lives that crossed over, and there was even a faint sense of horror of purification and cleansing.
The pranks of fairies may be adventures and luck to some people, but in the eyes of others, they may be terrible disasters and accidents.
"Buried his own life with his own flower bag,"
"Young miser, you squander your money with your miserliness."
The singing continued, and Elanfeel felt as if he was immersed in a furnace. A burning sensation continued to come from his body and consciousness. This feeling was not obvious at first, but as the battle continued, the singing became more and more intense, and there was even a kind of pain that tortured his consciousness.
Strands of sweat ran down her forehead and back, wetting her golden hair and making her body sticky. Even with the strong wind, the burning pain would not dissipate at all, trying to shatter and burn her will.
Is Brother Tilu feeling so uncomfortable at this moment? She kept swinging her sword, looking for the opponent's flaws in the rapid confrontation. The opponent's occasional twitching of the corners of his eyes and the unnaturalness of his body also made Elanfier understand that this opponent was not feeling well.
"Burning with life, sing"
"The wings spread in flames will eventually take you to the land of fairies."
The physical strength of both sides was getting weaker and weaker, and they could no longer attack as quickly as they did at the beginning. Both sides entered into the final torturous fight, until the silver sword finally bloomed among the petals and pierced through the figure in red.
At the last moment, Elanfell had already stepped through the door, with shining transparent wings blooming behind her.
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