Chapter 41 Leng Li Wushuang, Queen of Assassins (1)
Is this okay?
This pod-like plant grows four in total, and now twelve mung beans are popped out.
Moreover, a yellow plant quickly grew from the side of the female summoner. This thing was a bit strange and looked like coral. As soon as it grew out, streams of yellow mist filled the air.
This mist does not have any direct attack power, but any plant contaminated by it will grow crazily and attack crazily as if it has taken stimulants.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff...
A series of weird sounds sounded. Yang Wenzhao would naturally not be hit by those beans. However, every bean he punctured was filled with juice splashing. After all, his defense was not impenetrable, and his body was immediately stained.
few.
These green liquids carry the fragrance of plants and do not contain toxins, but are extremely viscous. After being contaminated with some, Yang Wenzhao suddenly felt that his movements had become much slower.
In almost all previous matches, only Yang Wenzhao had suppressed others. When had he been suppressed by others? This feeling was not only unfamiliar to him, but also extremely uncomfortable.
On the rostrum, Han Qian looked at Ling Emperor Sanshui, who was sitting not far away from him, and said in surprise: "This girl is pretty good! The summoning speed is so fast. The staff in her hand should not be ordinary."
Sanshui snorted and said: "Don't make excuses when you lose. This girl Xiaomo is born with a strong affinity for plants. It is said that she has a certain amount of elf blood. No matter how good the staff is, it must be used by a good person."
"Losing? That would be difficult!" Han Qian smiled and shook his head, "Although this girl is good, it is impossible to win this game. Wen Zhao is the most advantageous person for our Knight Temple to compete for first place.
Candidate."
Holy Magister Lin Chen, who was sitting next to Sanshui, suddenly poked his head out and said, "Hey, I remember not long ago that a contestant from your Knights Temple was stabbed and seriously injured. Could it be him?"
Sanshui immediately laughed, smiling very happily.
Han Qian said with a look of embarrassment: "Xiao Linzi, a slap in the face, okay? You can wait."
Lin Chen laughed and said, "I'm so scared!"
Ying Suifeng sat aside and said calmly: "Even if this kid Yang Wenzhao was injured, it was done by people from our Assassin Temple. What's so funny about you? I don't think the top four in this competition will be able to see it.
You are from the Magic Temple."
The six major temples, three melee and three magic, are somewhat competitive with each other. Naturally, melee is close to combat, and spell is close to magic.
The contestants below naturally did not expect that these big shots would actually quarrel, and Yang Wenzhao in the field also broke out at this time.
The plant summoner opposite was much more difficult to deal with than he thought. The surrounding plants suddenly became crazy, and there were red spikes that would attack at any time, plus the sticky green on his body.
The liquid made Yang Wenzhao go berserk.
Intense golden light instantly rose from Yang Wenzhao's body. At this moment, his inner spiritual power not only radiated outwards, but also took on the shape of a flame. Fiery golden light burst out from his body. Those who restricted his speed
The green slime disappeared in an instant, and all the thorns rushing around it were reduced to ashes if they entered the range of the flames.
A bright fire?
Long Haochen was shocked. This skill was also recorded in the ring of inheritance left to him by his father, but he has not practiced it yet. According to the notes left by his father, this skill requires a spirit of level 5 or above.
force can be used.
Light and fire are inseparable, and the fire of the sun is even more scorching. The pure flame of light has an extremely high temperature. The fire of light that uses its own liquid spiritual power as fuel has the ability to burn all darkness and corrode
.It is of great use to disciplinary knights. This skill is also one of the secret skills, and must be learned by all fifth-level disciplinary knights.
This skill is extremely powerful, including attack, defense, and dispelling negative effects. However, behind the powerful power, its consumption is also huge. To activate this skill, you need 200 liquid spiritual power, which lasts for one breath.
It requires 30 spiritual energy consumption. Even a fifth-level knight cannot last long when using it.
There is no doubt that fire is the most lethal to plants. Although those iron thorns became crazy under the stimulation of the yellow mist, they could only wither in the face of this bright fire.
Yang Wenzhao let out a long roar from his mouth, tapped the ground with his toes, and charged again. The blazing bright fire burned all the plants close to him, and the two swords in his hands only needed to resist the still eager red spikes.
Moreover, with the burning of the bright fire, the power of the spikes is also greatly reduced.
The female summoner hidden among the plants seemed a little panicked. Since she could accurately hit Yang Wenzhao's position, she could naturally feel the speed of his attack at this time.
A series of rapid spells like raging beans came out of her mouth, and the staff in her hand pointed to the ground. Suddenly, two fiery red plants like cherries grew rapidly, while her own body suddenly moved sideways at high speed.
If you observe carefully, you can find that there was a vine around her waist at some point, and the source of this vine was on the side of the summoning magic she first released. At this time, the vine pulled her body and flew away quickly, and the iron thorns
Naturally, a passage was opened, and the speed was actually faster than Yang Wenzhao's assault.
The next moment she moved sideways, Yang Wenzhao had already arrived at the location where she was before, and at a glance he saw the plant that was still spraying with spikes and the few pods.
Where are the people? Yang Wenzhao was slightly startled, but his movements were not slow. The two heavy swords swept towards the plants in front with blazing bright fire.
Although the power of these plants is great, their defensive power is much lower. They are instantly broken like a hot knife driven into butter.
Yang Wenzhao's plan was very clear. His opponent was only a fourth-level summoner with limited spiritual power, and it was not liquid spiritual power. As long as her summons were destroyed as much as possible, she would also lose the ability to compete with him.
capital.
Just as he was sweeping away these attacking plants, two huge red fruits appeared in his sight. The two red fruits had expanded to the size of a pumpkin, and they were still expanding at an alarming rate.
A sense of crisis quietly came over him. Yang Wenzhao quickly retreated and waved his swords. The two light swords formed a cross and slashed towards the red fruit.
Hey, sometimes, some people just have weak hands...
If it had been Long Haochen, he might not have struck out with these two swords, because he had sensed the danger and staying away was the best thing to do.
But Yang Wenzhao is a pure disciplinary knight, and the attack has already penetrated deep into his bones, so he is in tragedy...
Boom!
The huge roar caused the entire knight trial ground to tremble violently, and everyone was stunned to see a mushroom cloud erupting from the center of the iron thorns.
The female summoner who had been hiding far away subconsciously took off the cloak on her head, revealing a pretty face that was both angry and happy, and stuck out her tongue, "The power of this violent cherry is really not small. It won't explode to death."
Him?"
On the rostrum in the distance, Han Qian suddenly stood up. Not only him, but all the big shots watching the battle also stood up. Because they all knew Yang Wenzhao's true identity. He had been assassinated by the Assassin Temple before.
The injury has already caused the Knights Temple to panic. If there is really something wrong with it, I'm afraid...
"Sanshui!" Han Qian shouted angrily.
Grandma Sanshui's facial muscles twitched, "I really don't know this. When will this girl be able to summon such a thing? I never taught her!"
"Cough cough, cough cough..." Continuous coughs came from the scene. A very embarrassed figure emerged from the iron thorns.
The way he looked made people laugh. His beautiful armor had now turned into burnt black, his helmet was blown off, his hair was curled and burned by the explosion, and the armor on his arms and body was damaged in many places, faintly visible.
Blood stains were exposed, and his face was streaked with black and red. He looked like a destitute beggar.
"I, I..." Yang Wenzhao's depression at this time simply cannot be described in words. If he didn't use the sword to chop, the violent cherries that could only explode on the spot might not hurt him, but his chop was quite serious.
Yu directly detonated. Although he was already retreating, the explosive power of this violent cherry was indeed powerful. Fortunately, he was still burning with bright fire, and he still had time to wave his swords with all his strength to protect his vital parts. Otherwise, this violent explosion might have been really serious.
It's going to hit him hard.
However, even so, every part of his body was hurting at this time. Looking at the girl opposite, his eyes were filled with anger.
The golden light reappeared, and a holy light shield rose up. This does not mean that the disciplinary knight has no treatment or auxiliary skills. The holy light shield is a must-have healing skill for every knight.
A pair of swords once again emitted dazzling golden light. Yang Wenzhao stared fiercely at the female summoner who showed her appearance not far away, and rushed towards the opponent with strode.
"Okay, okay, you can still fight! Then I give up." Bai Xiaomo said helplessly.
Just as Yang Wenzhao expected, her cultivation was only at the fourth level after all. In the previous series of continuous spells, most of her spiritual power had been consumed. It was no longer possible to arrange it as before. In this case, fortunately, she gave up.
The charge came to an abrupt halt, and Yang Wenzhao felt as if he was holding back a breath in his chest. Is this considered a victory? Who has ever seen a winner as embarrassed as himself? He looked sad and angry, and thought to himself, he was simply
He is the spokesperson for the word "sadness". Can you please stop being like this?
