Among the strong third-level warriors, there are mad swordsmen, and magicians have great magisters. But if Zhuo Ran can really tell, third-level magicians are already much stronger than third-level warriors.
The powerful magic power can release magic almost without limit. Moreover, what is even more terrifying is the explosive power. If one magic is used well, it is possible to kill three or five mad swordsmen in an instant.
Zhuoran has always believed that before becoming the most powerful saint-level warrior, a warrior is far less powerful than a magician. Because he is a magician himself, he knows it very well.
However, the opponent sent a young genius who was at least an intermediate great mage to appear, which undoubtedly made it a little difficult for him. In fact, it was okay to expose magic. After all, he had many trump cards at his disposal. However, he thought of the church and many future plans.
The more he is exposed to his known existence, the less confident he will be in the future.
Therefore, in many cases, he can kill people with half of his strength, but never with any strength. People who know how to hide their clumsiness will not only laugh to the end, but at least they can laugh for a long time.
The young man is wearing a yellow magic cannon, with condensed magic power, and an aura similar to that of the Great Magister Sword. This guy is an earth magician.
Zhuo Ran looked at the magician seriously. This guy can be said to be the strongest magician he has ever encountered so far, not much worse than Qiu De'an half a year ago. He frowned slightly, and his mind started to spin, thinking about what he could do
A one-hit kill method.
When dealing with a great mage, if you continue to waste time with him, you might be pushed back.
"Zhuoran, let me deal with him." Yun Qing called in the rest area.
Zhuoran shook his head and said: "I will defeat the Huangju Group." His tone was firm and unquestionable. After hearing this, Yun Qing stopped speaking and watched quietly.
Liana frowned slightly. For half a year, she still didn't know how strong Zhuo Ran was. Her intuition told her that it would be very miserable for an intermediate great mage to meet Zhuo Ran.
Only Wendy had a calm face. Her eyes were bright and her face was firm. She looked at Zhuo Ran's back without any worry. She still believed in her brother Zhuo Ran and never doubted it from beginning to end. She believed that Zhuo Ran would definitely do it.
If you can defeat the opponent, you can!
"My name is Donaha, and I am a third-level intermediate great mage. You will die in my hands." The yellow-robed magician said coldly.
Zhuoran laughed, laughed for a while, and then said: "What's going on today? When I met someone, he said he wanted to kill me, and said I would definitely die, but so far, I have been standing here well. Until now.
It’s not certain who will kill whom at that time!”
Donaha raised the staff in his hand, and several chains of yellow sand bound him towards Zhuoran. He raised his hand to cast magic instantly, and looking at the power of this magic, even low-level magic is a fatal threat to people.
Attacking the five yellow sand chains, they suddenly spanned a distance of a hundred meters and were about to hit Zhuo Ran, but he easily dodged it. For warriors who were able to move, the magician expected to use some simple magic to defeat Zhuo Ran.
It is obviously difficult to eliminate the warriors.
Suddenly, Zhuo Ran felt a chill in his heart. He looked up and was startled.
I don't know when, above Zhuoran's head, with him as the center, a disc of yellow sand rose up with a radius of ten meters. This disc exuded a heavy aura, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze here. Zhuoran took a big mouth
I took a breath, and it felt heavy, very heavy, as if my body was suddenly pressed against a stone, a big, heavy stone.
"Plate of Dusk!" The magician Donaha shouted, then raised his hands, heavy magic power appeared from his hands, and said: "Rain of Dusk!"
Zhuoran was a smart man, and he knew what it meant when he heard the sound. Small bubbles began to bubble on the dusk plate, just like boiling water, with more and more yellow bubbles rolling. He struggled hard to move his body
, the heavy pressure caused him to move like a snail, extremely slowly.
Boom, boom, boom!
Sparse raindrops of yellow sand began to fall. Each raindrop was only the size of a thumb. However, when it fell on the stone fighting field, it actually made a small crater about a palm deep. Zhuo Ran was heartbroken when he saw this scene.
That worry, the power of these small raindrops is probably not much different from the rockfall in the Thunder Mountains. If they were hit intensively on his body, he guessed that he might be knocked down by these magic raindrops. He would definitely be embarrassed.
Endless.
Boom!
A raindrop hit him squarely on his shoulder. Although the fighting spirit gathered in a hurry blocked the raindrop, it did not block the heavy falling force of the raindrop. His body staggered suddenly, and his body, which was imprisoned by the heavy pressure, was
The power of this raindrop was used. Zhuo Ran estimated that that small yellow raindrop must have a power of several hundred kilograms.
"Zhuoran!" Yun Qing shouted. The three women all looked at Zhuoran nervously. One raindrop has such power. If Zhuoran is hit by thousands of raindrops at the same time, the end will be tragic.
Zhuoran slowly raised his head again, looking at the disk above like a yellow sky, looking at the yellow raindrops that were coming, the pressure on his body was still there, his movements were extremely slow, trying to dodge them dexterously was simply a dream.
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The speed of gathering fighting energy has also become slower. This gravity affects him in every way, from the body to the soul.
"Die!"
Donaha yelled ferociously, the magic power accelerated, the raindrops condensed faster, and Zhuoran was completely enveloped. In less than a second, he would be hit by countless heavy magic raindrops.
"If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?"
When Zhuo Ran spoke, he raised his hands, and a thick ice wall condensed and condensed upwards. It rushed straight towards the yellow disk.
An icicle as thick as two people rushed upwards with an unstoppable force. And the countless magic raindrops fell on the icicles, smashing the icicles one after another. The icicles were also made of magic.
The composition is not much worse than that of stone. Therefore, these raindrops can only destroy the icicles bit by bit, but cannot break them with one blow.
Zhuo Ran, who took over the icicle, was hit by the heavy impact of raindrops into the stone arena. Centered on him, the stone ground about one meter in diameter was like a land of chaff, with debris all over the ground. His knees
The bottom part of his body sank into the broken ground, with a look of gnashing teeth. It seemed that the impact had a considerable impact on him.
"It's your uncle's fault!"
Zhuoran roared angrily, his magic power intensified, and the icicles rose sharply, passing through the last few meters in an instant and slamming into the Twilight Disk.
Bang!
The dull explosion made the rampant Donaha suddenly freeze. Then, just when he thought nothing was wrong, Zhuoran's whole body glowed with fighting spirit, and he jumped up suddenly, holding up the icicle against the Dusk Disk and fiercely
Rush upward.
Chichi! Chichi!
It was like the sound of a heavy object moving, extremely harsh and unpleasant to hear.
The icicles are like sticks that reach the sky, seeming to pierce the sky shrouded by the dusk disk. The top of the icicles is tightly pressed against the disk. Where it is pushed, the rolling bubbles cannot flow out, and they are all covered by the disk.
Hold it back.
Toot toot!
A muffled sound came from above. The magic raindrops were blocked by the icicles, and an explosion occurred in the dusk disk. With a slight vibration and the pressure reducing, Zhuoran smiled and held up the icicles and continued to push up. He wanted to push the icicles up.
The twilight disk constructed by this magic was completely shattered, and the backlash of this magic made Donaha vomit blood.
"Dry!"
Zhuo Ran shouted loudly, his magic power and fighting spirit erupted at the same time, just like Sun Monkey holding a golden cudgel, he angrily stabbed Huang Tian, vowing to pierce Huang Tian and crush everything that oppressed him!
Bang!
Pushed by the fighting spirit and the collision of the magical icicles, the dusk disk, which was unknown how thick it was, finally broke through.
Zhuo Ran felt his whole body light up, and his forward momentum suddenly loosened. The icicles had already pierced the dusk disk and crashed straight towards the magic barrier diagonally above.
Zhuoran's eyes tightened, and he shook his hands and threw the icicle towards the magic barrier. With a bang, the icicle passed through the dusk disk and hit the magic barrier hard. There were ripples, and the protected place was slightly shaken.
It trembled a few times, and then calmed down after the icicle slid down weakly.
The icicles, which were about ten meters long, fell hard to the ground, shattered into pieces, and turned into lumps of ice, lying there quietly, waiting to disperse.
The magic structure of the Twilight Disk in the sky was broken, and its power was greatly reduced. The heavy pressure that persecuted Zhuo Ran just now was gone. Zhuo Ran looked at Donaha who was vomiting blood on the opposite side with ease, and said coldly: "I have suffered a backlash.
You are seriously injured, I don't know if you can still fight, but if you can't, I don't mind ending your life."
The referee next to him heard this and quickly protected the magician. The preciousness of the magician cannot be compared with that of ordinary warriors, especially young people with outstanding talents. They are the future of the empire and they are the hope.
If one day they can become the most powerful saint-level people, the benefits it will bring are immeasurable.
Zhuoran wanted to kill a precious great mage, but the three judges couldn't agree to it no matter what.
"Donaha, come down here." Huang Ju's faint voice sounded. He couldn't hear any joy, and he didn't think he was in a happy mood.
Donaha glared at Zhuo Ran angrily, and the malice flashing in his eyes made Zhuo Ran frown. A young genius was suddenly defeated by an unknown person, and the sense of humiliation generated would directly transform into
Hatred, very big hatred.
Donaha's end showed that the Apocalypse team won another game.
In one versus three, they actually defeated the three members of the Yellow and Orange team. Zhuoran's strength once again made everyone cheer. But the other teams who were also contestants were all awe-inspiring. They asked themselves that they were not weaker than the three people from the Yellow and Orange team, but they were also
He is not much stronger, but now he alone has defeated three strong opponents. What does this mean?
This shows that they, the contestants, are unable to deal with Zhuo Ran. Now they are all beginning to feel lucky that the opponent is encountering the holy swordsman Huang Ju. As long as Huang Ju and Huang Ju are both defeated, they will still have a chance.
Everyone couldn't help but pay attention to the encounter between the other two. Although they both had sullen faces, the excitement couldn't be hidden.