Zhou Ming put his fingers in his mouth and blew hard. His knuckles were bitten and blood dripped down the corners of his mouth.

The night when he opened the red door kept reappearing in his mind. That night, the moonlight was like a wash, the sky was filled with snow, and the ice crystals danced around him so naturally, making buzzing cicadas, as if they were born with independent souls.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

The furious demon was still roaring, and the strong desire in Zhou Ming's heart gradually grew amidst the demon's roar.

The monster's roar was still deafening, but Zhou Ming felt as if he had entered a strange realm. In his ears, his whistle was separated from the roar of the furious demon.

Two different emotions in the same space.

Whistling was just an action, but he somehow re-experienced the feeling of summoning the ice cicada.

In a trance, he saw a picture he had never seen before. He was standing on an endless expanse of snow. Under his feet was the ice and snow that extended infinitely into the distance. It was as white as salt. The sky and the earth were white and boundless. His whistle was here.

It spreads infinitely in a vast space, and the sound does not diminish no matter how far it travels. It is the only sound between heaven and earth...

The feeling was so real that it even caused Zhou Ming to have an illusion for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed that the air around him began to vibrate slightly, and he heard the buzzing of cicadas!

coming!

That’s what it feels like!

The harmless female thief and others saw something that seemed to be transparent starting to float around Zhou Ming, like a layer of blurry broken glass. She frowned at the broken glass, squinted her eyes and wondered: "What is that?"

?”

The wind and snow swirled around Zhou Ming and began to spread to the surroundings. The flying cicadas composed of two extremely thin ice flakes chirped through the wind and snow and crashed into the body of the furious demon.

They kept circling around the Raging Demon, as if no harm had been done, but large swaths of blood splashed down from high altitudes, hitting the ground like waterfalls. The scars invisible to the naked eye on its body kept overlapping and crisscrossed, and the hard scales

Peeling inch by inch.

The furious demon began to roar, its roar shook the heavens and the earth, and it was even angrier than before.

The harmless female thief and others all stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief: "How did he do it?!"

"The range of this spell is already thirty meters, right? Can an A-level elemental spellcaster have such a large range?"

"Did he lose control?"

Rakshasa looked at this scene and said calmly: "No, the range of his spells just looks large, which does not mean that it is the range of his spells. Even the same spells have different realms. For someone,

If something is given an autonomous mode of action, and then it leaves the scope of the spell, that thing will still act in a fixed mode.

"A very superb skill in using spells. In fact, the range of his spells is not as large as you see, maybe only the surrounding ten or twenty meters.

"But the things he created within this range can still move according to certain rules of action after leaving the range of his spell, and even then, he can control them."

Rakshasa tapped his temples and added: "You can imagine that he separated some things from his subconscious and injected them into the ice. His spiritual consciousness has now become fragments flying in the sky.

"

The furious demon lost its desire to attack for once, or in other words, all its attention was diverted to the flying ice flakes. It scratched at itself crazily and waved its hands to drive away the ice cicadas around it, but this had no effect.

The ice cicadas flying all over the sky are actually just two pieces of ice close together. They are as sharp as knives and as light as feathers. A gust of wind can change the direction of their flight. They follow Zhou Ming's will to capture the airflow in the snowstorm and constantly cut the enemy.

body of.

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At the analysis room headquarters, almost half of the analysts stood up from their seats and looked at the scene on the screen in surprise. The situation changed so quickly that they were not mentally prepared.

One second they were watching Zhou Ming whistling and running away in panic, thinking that there was no way he could win, but the next second the furious demon was bleeding like a waterfall and it looked like he had been suppressed again!

This time's suppression and the White Dragon King's suppression of the Furious Demon at the beginning are two completely different levels. From the entrance to the present, the Furious Demon has gone through a stage of change, becoming more courageous with each battle, in terms of attack power, defense power, and speed.

, are all incomprehensible.

Now if you want to cause enough damage to the Raging Demon, you have to take great risks, just like before, the White Dragon King broke an arm in order to chop him with a knife.

But Zhou Ming used a mysterious spell power to completely suppress the angry demon!

At least from the scene, the Musketeers have indeed suppressed the Furious Demon now.

"What's going on?" A group of people were surprised.

"There's something wrong with the Musketeer's spell range. Is it out of control?"

"But there are exceptions. Some conjurers do have such skills." Someone immediately stood up to refute.

"But can that kind of skill be learned temporarily? He obviously just learned to use it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use it now."

The surrounding team leaders were having a heated discussion. Although it was rare for a conjurer to use spells to attack at an extremely long distance, they, veteran cadres who had served for many years, had seen it more or less, so they would not immediately judge that Zhou Ming was out of control.

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But the most suspicious thing is that Zhou Ming only used this move now. If Zhou Ming already knew such a powerful move, why did he use it now?

Just when everyone was confused, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "He is looking for a feeling."

Several team leaders looked behind them and found that the commander-in-chief wearing a white square mask had also arrived in the analysis room at some point.

"Commander, why are you here!"

"I've finished my work over there, so of course I have to come here to see what's going on." The commander-in-chief looked at Zhou Ming on the screen and let out an unknown laugh, "If you're not looking carefully, this move is probably...

He has used it a long time ago, but he hasn't fully mastered it yet. He is in a stage where it works sometimes and sometimes doesn't work, and he didn't use it until just now."

"this……"

"Didn't you see? He kept putting his fingers in his mouth, as if he was whistling or something. I think it was a symbolic action, a prerequisite for launching the spell. It was probably part of the nomenclature.

Behavioral nomenclature." The commander-in-chief said, "He may be a genius."

Others held their breath. After the commander-in-chief mentioned the possibility, everyone thought of this.

There is no doubt that if the current strength is not the result of the Musketeer losing control, then his strength is now the strongest among the elite team!
Chapter completed!