The fourth-level spell, the flame explosion technique. Among the eight major schools, the most powerful killing and the strongest destructive ability is energy-shaping magic.

One potassium permanganate and one nitrified cotton.

Double bonus.

boom!

This ball of blazing flame, in terms of power, jumped directly to the first level and reached the high level of fifth-level magic.

"Yeah, it's not bad." Master Philbi concentrated on sensing the spell's strength and nodded very satisfied:

"When you go out, you always have to have a killer move. How can you not even have the ability to challenge the level above the level..."

The ability to attack this big fireball can already stand at level 10 and close to level 11. Next, it depends on your control ability, little Gret~

The fireball was out of hand, shot, hit the light wire of the magic art formation, and exploded with a bang

"Ice Wall!!!"

Gret was so anxious that he didn't even have time to shout "Serilla", so he yelled at the name of the spell. While yelling, he had quickly wiped the space bag and took out another test tube:

"【Ice Wall】!"

Thick white frost mist spread in front of him. The frost mist flowed, condensed, and turned into a solid wall. The fourth-level ice wall technique and the fourth-level fireball technique are both energy-plastic systems, and the strength is exactly the relationship between the spear and the shield.

As for the ice wall summoned by Gret, is the specific strength...

Master Philbi sensed the energy ahead and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"This ice wall is a bit too solid... Even if the little silver dragon just sprayed a few breaths and built the ice wall with the ice elements in the breath, it was still a bit too solid... Little Gret, he used..."

The mental power swept slightly and almost burst out laughing. This test tube, double-layer glass, was vacuumed inside and wrapped in thick silk cotton outside. It was the kind that Brother Baierbo often saw in the laboratory:

Liquid nitrogen tube.

The young mages in the low temperature group often have one hand and perform everywhere to pour it into their hands. It will not be hurt, hehe, it will not be hurt~

Do you dare to have some creativity? Master Philbi secretly made up his mind and went back to his senior brother's laboratory for a walk. He never thought that those who use liquid nitrogen to strengthen the ice-type spells will be hung up and beat!

If you look closely, the ice wall summoned by Gret here is not a hemispherical shape that covers oneself or the enemy.

He summoned only one quarter of the hemispherical shape and kept himself firmly behind. On the other side, Serera sprayed another dragon breath, and it began to solidify near the ice wall. It stretched, changed, and constructed the other one quarter of the hemispherical.

It is tightly fitted, and there is no gap.

Master Feibi smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. This hit was beautiful, and the cooperation was so exquisite. The two little guys had a tacit understanding! Moreover, this hemispherical bag was in a pocket.

Wouldn't all the explosive forces go to the opposite side?

Opposite, the Bishop's face was indeed ashen. He threw out the rosary at the bottom of the box, and then used the Thorn Head Crown to overdraw himself and stimulate his strength. He had no intention of fighting:

Just give me a short time! Hold on, hold on, block ten breaths, no, just five breaths!

Let me activate the teleportation magic and take myself back. If possible, take those two guys back!

Who knew that the opponent attacked the vital point! The vine was extremely tricky and suddenly it hurt so much that he couldn't concentrate!

Finally, I threw an instant magical technique and barely relieved the pain. My mind had just condensed, and the pure white fire rushed over, causing the magical array to shaking. What's worse is that

There is no need for teleportation!

Teleportation technique, when you are afraid of dimensional anchors, you will start a war with a high-level mage. The other party throws seven or eight people over without saying a word, fixing a piece of area, and no one can teleport at will;

Second, I am afraid of elemental disorders. The explosion of powerful elemental spells can make the surroundings mess. In this case, it is hard to say whether the transmission can be transmitted, whether it is deep into the seabed or in the magma...

Fight!

The bishop thrust his pupils in an instant. He raised his hands and pressed the jingle on his head fiercely, causing the thorns on his head to penetrate deeply into his scalp, and he was bleeding on the spot. He knelt down on his knees, lowered his head and closed his palms:

"The great Lord of glory... You are the greatest, you are the highest, you are the holy, you are the most kind... I bow down at your feet and beg you to forgive my transgressions, to consider my weakness, and to forgive my debts..."

A abundant white light lit up from him. On the jingle crown, the white flames were dancing and dancing, burning higher and higher. The rosary suspended in the air seemed to have received support from the white flames, and the lights gradually became brighter.

In the middle of the magic array, archer Rot gritted his teeth and pulled the strong bow twice. On the magic array, white light gathered, and a layer of light condensed at the tip of his arrow, as fierce as burning.

On the mountain road in the distance, Master Philbi looked serious and walked slowly with his body hidden.

The ground under her feet was undulating like waves. She took a casual step and moved forward dozens of feet. She took a few steps and had already reached the vicinity of everyone. She had a defensive spell in her hand:

"Little Gret, you have to be careful!"

"boom!"

A heavy sword hit from mid-air. Wilson, the warrior who was hit by Serera's blow, rolled and crawled, and finally escaped from the range of flames. He walked around for a long time, ran out of the ice wall, and rushed into the battlefield again.

That silver dragon cannot beat, but the people around him can kill one!

The evil wind blew. Bernard rode on Apa's back, with various buffs, defenses, and healing spells on his body, and held the bone stick tightly with both hands. The silver moon deer stepped on the four hooves and ran at high speed. When he rushed to the highest speed, the barbarian roared and smashed it with all his strength.

For the glory of the Lord of Glory!

For the boss!

"roar!"

Above his head, a thrilling dragon roar sounded. Serera squirted another dragon breath, and the seriously injured Knight of Glory softened his body at that time.

Paralyzing Dragon Breath, this time it is not the ice dragon Breath, but the paralyzing Dragon Breath!

The power of glory rushes through his bloodline. From wielding the wooden sword as a child, to being trained in a monastery in a teenager, to decades of long battles and practices. Year after year, he finally became a twelve-level high-level knight

Even if it is seriously injured or paralyzed, it is not an intermediate knight who can easily defeat his attack.

However, Bernard is already at level nine. A level nine barbarian who activates rage and can obtain power of nearly ten levels;

The dwarf elders gathered the power of everyone, and the armor made by the skillful craftsmanship can share a large part of the attack and shock;

The various buff spells on his body have enhanced his strength, agility, and endurance;

Riding on a level 8 monster, the huge silver moon deer ran at full speed. Even if it was inertia, it was already terrifying and terrifying!

"roar"

At the tip of the bone rod, the figure of the monster appeared again and roared to the sky. This time, the beast soul did not attack alone, but flowed in the bone rod and shook. With Bernard's full body strength, he collided with the falling heavy sword.

"boom!!!"

In an instant, the earth stormed. Apa took a few steps back, his four hooves pierced deeply into the soil, and white light suddenly flashed on the antlers, stroking his whole body;

Bernard leaned back with his bone rod and almost threw off the deer's back;

The glorious knight named Wilson flew backwards and directly broke a big tree. Under the shock, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood again.

At this time, the long arrow burning with flames was already held by Saira at the tip of his claws. The silver dragon lowered his head slightly, and a large string of attack spells fell like a waterfall, knocking the archer to the point where he could only inhale and not exhale.

The divine art array has shrunk to its limit, and is close to the bishop, so it can only hold the archer's head, shoulders and neck in the array. The bishop is still lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, and continues to pray:

"Please show your omnipotent authority, show your power, may all be holy in your name, may your kingdom come..."

He stood upright in front of his chest with one hand, leaned down on the archer's head. He pressed his thumb with his eyebrows, and the other four fingers spread out to cover the top of his skull.

With the prayers, the flesh on the archer's body quickly shriveled down, and his cheeks were sunken like skeletons. Soon, he opened his lips and breathed out faintly, completely vanishing.

Beside the bishop, the white flame seemed to have been suddenly added with oil, and it was like a substance in an instant. A figure gradually appeared on the top of the white flame, with wings on the back, and something was vaguely held in his hand. The astonishing momentum gradually rose.

Grett: "...Fire Explosion!Fire Explosion!Fire Explosion! Damn why haven't you knocked out nature, mountains, forests, trees, grass, and vines around you, tell me what's going on inside?"

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The ice wall had already evaporated under the continuous flame explosion technique, turning into a vast fog, obscuring all eyesight.

The trees, wild grass, vines, around the explosion heart, have also been destroyed by the flame explosion technique. However, the entire forest and nature are calling the police crazily, asking him to leave here quickly and not stay

"Cerrila! Retreat!"

Gret shouted loudly. A long roar in the sky, the silver dragon tightened its wings and swooped down, grabbed his shoulders, turned around and flew away. Gret hung there and swayed, while lowering his head, and quickly threw the auxiliary spell down:

"Pouring technique! Mage armor! Cat's agility! Wind ring technique! Apa, Bernard, run quickly"

Before he could finish his shouting, the figure on the top of Bai Yan had gradually condensed from the turbulent virtual body to the substance. It, or he, floated high in the air, opened his eyes, looked around. Then, he wrapped his hands in his chest and pulled it away suddenly:

A long arrow purely condensed from white flames appeared on the bowstring. Then, the entire human form collapsed instantly and injected with a long arrow. The light arrow broke through the air, slashed through the thick fog, and shot straight into the sky.

Gret was terrified. Almost crazy, he threw out all the defensive spells he knew:

Ray deflection!

Reverse arrows!

Advanced mage armor!

Ice wall!

Ice wall!

Ice wall...

"Serilla! Dodge! Dodge!"

He kept shouting. Sairella crossed the top of the mountain, closed her wings, and rushed down suddenly. With a loud bang, the light arrow shot into the hillside, directly shattering half of the rock.

The broken wood and branches, and in the snow, mud and dust, the shrunk arrow broke out into the air and shot straight into Gret!

The silver dragon wings gathered, covering Gret inside. Gret flew with his hands and stacked defense. The light arrows were getting closer and closer.
To be continued...