Zhuoran held the Wushu Sword in his left hand. Just when he had condensed the dimensional blade, the Holy Assassin broke free from the spatial confinement, and he had to swing the dimensional blade out at will. His fighting spirit was activated, and he raised the sword to block the dagger. Only then did he save his life.
One life.
When he stood firm and looked at the assassin, his brows furrowed even more.
The dimensional blade, which had always been invincible, struck the opponent's burst of light blue fighting spirit, but it only left a shallow scar on the opponent's chest. From the looks of it, this scar was left with reluctance.
It seemed like. If the other party concentrated all their efforts and put a thick layer of light blue fighting energy in front of him, there would probably be no scars like this.
Okay. Zhuoran admitted that this was a hasty attack. However, the result still made him frown. This was his life-saving trick, and now it could be blocked. And it was blocked by an assassin who was least good at defense.
.
If it were a Holy Swordsman or a Holy Mage, Zhuo Ran was sure that this dimensional blade would probably be offset by a random fighting spirit slash or magic bullet from the opponent.
"Is it a problem with my magic power level? If my magic power sources break through to level three, will this situation change?" Zhuo Ran reflected in his mind.
The Holy Assassin lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest, smeared the faint blood stain on his body, and asked in confusion: "How did you break through my defense? Although my fighting spirit is not as strong as the Holy Sword Master's, it is not either.
You should be able to break through? Do you have some powerful treasure in your hands?"
Zhuo Ran ignored him lazily. The fatal blow just now almost cost his own life. It was too worthless, so he was thinking of other ways.
The opponent was too strong. The two skills that had always been invincible unexpectedly failed at the same time, and half of the magic power was drained away. The current situation was a bit embarrassing. If this continued, he knew that he would definitely become a loser. He frowned
Jianmei Junyi's face was pale. The pain, blood loss, depletion of magic power and fighting spirit had brought him to the limit.
"Is this the strength of a fourth-level powerhouse? I didn't expect that I would lose the threat when dealing with such a person. It seems that I can't do it if I don't speed up my pace."
Zhuoran sat down cross-legged, and with his body as the center, he laid out dozens of layers of arched ice shields, completely protecting himself inside and blocking everyone's sight.
"Now that we've reached this point, it's time to strengthen ourselves."
After making up his mind, Zhuoran closed his eyes and meditated. The seven-color magic power surged all over his body and was dazzling. Seven streaks of colorful magic light belts, like running in parallel, slowly flowed out of his body, making him look like a celestial being nine days away.
Normal, mysterious and powerful.
In the spiritual world, the nine stars also emit their own light. The front is the space demon source, and the last is the time demon source. These two always maintain their own appearance and brilliance, silvery white and milky white. The seven in the middle,
The seven colors of light are extremely magnificent, intertwined together, exuding a dazzling dreamy color.
Each one is the size of a fist, solid and smooth, and more delicate than the various superior gems. The magic power surrounds the seven colored magic sources, and all the seven series of magic stones in the ring are poured out, burying him alive.
.He was not afraid of backlash or anything, he directly mobilized the magic power, assimilated and absorbed it, and the seven colored horses became brighter and stronger.
A beam of magic energy entered his body, then came out and passed through the magic gems, absorbing all the magic power in the magic gems before entering his body. In this way, the magic power in the magic gems was quickly drained and absorbed by the source of magic.
Transformation.
"enough!"
Zhuo Ran's heart shook violently. The seven magic sources were so full that they were about to burst at any moment. He knew that the really important moment was coming. He was going to break through and become a third-level great mage.
Bang bang bang!
There were three consecutive explosions, and countless gaps were smashed into the arched ice wall. The Saint Assassin got a sledgehammer from nowhere, and with the flash of light blue fighting spirit, the ice wall became a fiction in an instant.
There were ice shards all over the ground.
Bang bang!
Then there was a continuous sound, and dozens of arched ice walls were smashed into pieces by the Holy Assassin. Zhuo Ran, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, appeared in his eyes.
"Hey, are you still alive now?" The Holy Assassin raised his sledgehammer and slowly approached Zhuoran, acting very cautiously.
At this moment, Zhuoran was at a critical moment. The seven magic sources had just been shattered. Now was the critical moment for the old man to leave and the new one to emerge. However, he never thought that the aura of the holy assassin appeared in his mind.
Zhuo Ran was anxious in his heart, looking at the seven more rounded and crystal-clear third-level magic sources that were gradually taking shape. It would take a while before he could completely become a third-level great mage. By then, under the stimulation of magic, the power would be enhanced.
More than double.
However, what he needs most now is time.
"It would be great if my time power can be used. I can just imprison him for two minutes. No, I can complete the breakthrough in just one minute. Then I won't want to hide anymore. I will directly bombard him with seven series of demons."
, let’s see if he can still block it!”
When Zhuo Ran thought about the time power, he immediately got distracted and started to look at the status of the time power. He didn't know it, but he was overjoyed when he saw it. For no other reason than because the white time magic source, which had always been dull and unpretentious, turned out to be...
It emits a very light fluorescence.
"Could it be that with the birth of the third-level magic source, the time magic source can also absorb and transform magic power?" Zhuoran was pleasantly surprised. There was a lot of escaped magic power now, and he immediately mobilized all the escaped third-level magic power that was not pure yet.
Entering the source of time magic, a scene that made him happy indeed happened.
The light of the Time Demonic Source became slightly brighter, but he opened his eyes suddenly and poured all the available magic power into the Time Demonic Source. A pale white ball of light appeared on his hand, translucent, with a trace of
The invisible time ripples rippled gently, looking very ordinary.
"stop!"
Zhuo Ran screamed in his heart, he did not dare to shout this voice out. With a flick of his hand, the translucent light ball floated about ten meters forward, and exploded with a 'pop' sound, leaving nothing behind.
The Holy Assassin, who was already fifteen meters away from Zhuoran, said: "Is this your last attack? It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous. It seems that you are really going to die in my hands today."
Zhuoran closed his eyes the moment the light ball hit. The seven magic sources were about to transform. He had to concentrate on it and not be careless at all. He was very confident in the power of the time light ball. It was a power he was familiar with.
Even if he doesn't look at it, he still knows what kind of effect that small light ball can have. Therefore, he must take advantage of this time to quickly condense the seven elements of magic.
At the same time, he was silently counting the seconds in his mind.
The Holy Assassin kept walking and stepped directly ten meters in front of Zhuo Ran, where the time ball disappeared. Then, his proud expression suddenly disappeared.
He raised his steps, but couldn't fall down, or in other words, he fell down very slowly. The movement seemed to be in slow motion on purpose. He unbelievingly summoned up the light blue fighting energy, and moved his whole body.
They were all shrouded in fighting spirit. Suddenly, I felt that my body felt a lot more relaxed, and my feet that moved forward became more flexible, not as sluggish as before.
However, the Holy Assassin felt that his body was still a little stiff and unruly. He took a step back and unknowingly exited the place where the light ball exploded and disappeared. Suddenly, everything in his body felt normal.
He strangely took another step. The feeling was the same, the slow movement was extremely awkward. He pulled his foot back, which was normal. But when he took a step forward, it was abnormal. He tried it a dozen times in a row, and then he felt his foot again.
In the past tense, the awkward feeling has disappeared.
Everyone was stunned by his weird movements. They had no idea what was going on. They just rolled their eyes along with his feet. They only woke up when they found that he was not moving. Immediately, everyone
An angry shout.
"what are you doing!"
"You are playing with us!"
"It's so disgusting. If you don't want to fight, get out of here!"
The Holy Assassin looked at Zhuoran with a sullen face. He knew it must be a trick played by the guy sitting opposite and waiting to die, so he immediately walked away and started walking towards Zhuoran.
"Zhuoran!" Yun Qing shouted softly in her heart. She also saw that there was something wrong with Zhuoran, but now she can only let Zhuoran do it by himself. If he is not able to deal with the current enemies, then the future enemies will be those incomparable ones in the future.
How to deal with powerful enemies?
Zhuo Ran, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The faint coldness made the approaching Saint Assassin feel a chill in his heart, and he almost stopped immediately.
"I'll let you die right now!"
"Thirty seconds, is it only thirty seconds?" Zhuoran muttered softly. Only he could hear what he said. He stood up slowly and thought to himself: "Slow down time, thirty seconds, not bad, enough.
Used it. However, it seems that the effect on these strong men is extremely limited. If this guy uses all his fighting spirit, it probably won't have much impact on him, but this guy is too ignorant."
Zhuoran raised his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, the time is just right anyway. Now, I will send you to hell. I don't know whether you believe in the God of Hunting or the God of Shadows, but it doesn't matter, anyway, you can always
Saw one."
"Die!" The Holy Assassin looked gloomily, jumped up with a sledgehammer, and struck Zhuo Ran fiercely.
"ignorance!"
Zhuo Ran's heart moved, and a thick ice wall appeared above him, but he left his original position lightly.
"Ice Pick·Thousand Repeats!"
Zhuo Ran's low shout made everyone who could hear the sound tremble in their hearts. They looked at Zhuo Ran in horror, looking at the countless one-foot-long ice picks that quickly appeared in the field, shining with cold light. Only then did they know
, this young man’s real strength is so powerful!
"He is still a magician, and a powerful magician at that!"
"That's right, at first I thought he was just an ordinary magic swordsman, with low magic skills and high fighting spirit skills. Now it seems that he is almost the same in both. Where did this genius come from? Look at his appearance.