Countless ice picks, countless ice picks, caused everyone to fall into discussion and stagnation. They admired Zhuoran's talent and power, they lamented the emergence of another genius, they cheered, they jumped, they
Looking forward to it!
Zhuoran stood proudly fifty meters away from the Holy Assassin. Around his body, there were densely packed full-time crystal ice picks. It was said that it was a thousand repetitions, probably thousands.
The ghostly light is like a blade, and the sharp tip makes the whole body feel tense and the heart is chilled just by looking at it. However, thousands of these ice picks are all aimed at the Holy Assassin, and they are controlled attacks.
The Holy Assassin's hand flashed with light, and the giant hammer disappeared. He actually took out a large shield one and a half meters high, and said viciously: "So what if you have magic? Do you think a low-level ice pick can hurt me?"
Zhuoran's face was indifferent, with a smile on his lips, and he said: "How do you know it's useless? In fact, I don't need to tell you so much nonsense. You just have to experience it for yourself. Go! Ice Pick Raid
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As he shouted, hundreds of ice cones shot out in front of him, converging into a torrent of ice and slamming into the Saint Assassin. The blue ice stream, about ten meters long, arched in mid-air.
As if a bridge of ice had been built, the afternoon sun poured down, and colorful lights appeared. The gray-white substance on the battlefield actually had a faint rainbow. It was really an incredible dreamy scene.
.However, such a scenery is used to kill people. This has to be said to be an irony.
The Holy Assassin retreated backwards. He had received teachings from the Eastern Continent and was indeed much smarter than the average natives of the Holy Continent. He held a large shield and pressed his body tightly against the magic barrier. Then he
A large shield covered him in front of him. This large shield seemed to be tailor-made for him, and it actually completely curled up his entire body.
What's more, what Zhuo Ran didn't expect was that this large shield turned out to be a piece of magic armor. After the Saint Assassin input his fighting spirit to activate the magic circle inside, the shield suddenly stretched out four semicircular wings.
Up, down, left, and right, the wings made the shield one size larger, and this time it completely protected the Holy Assassin. Not to mention the ice pick attack, even the hairpin needle would not do much harm to him. Moreover, the shield floated up.
The light blue fourth level Dou Qi he produced, with this increase, I'm afraid Zhuo Ran wouldn't be able to move him even if he wanted to.
However, Zhuoran is not afraid of consumption. What he is afraid of is the shameless and desperate avoidance of the Holy Assassin. Now that the other party only thinks about defense, then he must give the other party a big gift. Of course, the ice picks that have appeared will be smashed over one by one.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Thousands of ice picks gathered into several torrents of ice, which hit the Holy Assassin's shield one after another.
Boom, boom, boom!
The light blue fighting spirit and the obviously high-end shield made the Holy Assassin look like a solid fortress, difficult to destroy. The ice pick hit it, making a low roar, and the Holy Assassin, who had been prepared, leaned against it.
The magic barrier actually withstood this terrifying impact perfectly.
However, when the thousands of ice picks completely dissipated, the impact suffered by the Holy Assassin was not easy to bear. The light blue fighting spirit on the periphery was no longer visible, and the shield without the blessing of fighting spirit actually had some cracks and could be broken at a glance.
Fall in general.
No matter how powerful Zhuoran's ice cone was, it was not comparable to the magic of ordinary magicians. Moreover, he did not expect to use the ice cone to break the opponent's defense. He originally wanted the impact to harm the Holy Assassin.
His goal was achieved. The powerful impact had already consumed a lot of the Holy Assassin's fighting spirit.
What is not optimistic is that Zhuoran's own water magic power has also bottomed out. He frowned and looked at the holy assassin who was still curled up, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart: "Should I expose him and kill him? Or should I go down to recover and leave it to Yun Qinglian?"
Na and the others? Forget it, expose it, now is the time when I need to work hard. Let’s win this championship first.”
Zhuoran has always insisted that being obscene is king, insisting on pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Now it seems that none of this is important. As the enemy becomes stronger, if he doesn't show some strength, what else will he think about hiding?
Yes, that is simply asking for death. The holy assassin he met today almost killed him, and this holy assassin was only a fourth-level junior. If he was a fourth-level intermediate, it was hard to say whether Zhuoran would survive today.
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"Since you want to defend all the time, let's see if you can defend against this move!"
Zhuoran raised his hands, and a puff of earth-yellow magic power was rippling, condensing and summoning the earth element between heaven and earth. In a few blinks, thousands of fist-sized yellow light balls were condensed. This is the earth element.
The magic bullet has average attack power, but its weight is extremely amazing.
The magic bullets condensed by ordinary magicians weigh about a hundred kilograms each. But the magic bullets condensed by Zhuo Ran weighed about three hundred kilograms each based on his current cultivation and affinity for magic.
Each magic bullet is the size of a fist, but weighs hundreds of kilograms. If it hits a person, most people will definitely burp.
Zhuoran looked solemn, and swung out these magic bullets fiercely towards the Holy Assassin. A distance of tens of meters passed by in an instant, and magic bullets began to come into contact with the shield.
Bang bang!
There was a duller explosion than the ice pick. Each magic bullet was like a big hammer. It hit with a bang, and then hit it again, which directly made the shield overwhelmed. After hundreds of magic bullets passed by,
, the light blue fighting spirit that the Saint Assassin once again burst out has disappeared, and the shield that has once again lost the support of fighting spirit has dozens of more cracks on it. Fine, chaotic, dense cracks, as long as there is another heavy blow, this shield will be destroyed.
It must be broken into thousands of pieces.
However, there are still swarms of magic bullets in front of Zhuo Ran. Such a group of magic bullets may directly kill this holy assassin. But doesn't Zhuo Ran just want this guy's life?
"Die!"
The dense magic bullets hit the Holy Assassin non-stop. With such density, as long as the Holy Assassin received this blow, he would definitely become a dead body.
The Holy Assassin seemed to have sensed the crisis, and did not wait quietly for death at that place. He suddenly let go of his shield, his small figure suddenly jumped out, and rushed out towards the side, running away quickly.
Come on. Fortunately, the Holy Assassin saw the opportunity quickly and could barely avoid the impact of the magic bullets. If he had been slower for one second, he would have been covered by at least half of the four to five hundred magic bullets.
The Holy Assassin stopped, his face turned pale, and he had obviously suffered a lot of injuries.
"I didn't expect you to be a multi-system magician. I underestimated you." The Holy Assassin said, taking out a pair of daggers of different lengths, and said viciously: "But today, you, a guy with extraordinary talents,
He is about to die in my hands. My trip was not in vain, haha. I got one million gold coins, and I was able to personally kill a genius who is destined to achieve extraordinary things in the future, and I made a lot of money, haha!"
Zhuo Ran frowned, he heard the language flaw in the Holy Assassin's words.
"You said one million gold coins? Are you not a member of the Huangju Group? Are you hired?"
The Holy Assassin curled his lips noncommittally, his thin face full of pride.
"It's unnecessary to tell you this, because you are going to die soon. When you die, maybe I will kindly tell you where I come from."
"It's boring. Since you don't want to talk, then I'll stop you from talking anymore."
Zhuoran stretched his hands forward, and the rich fiery red magic power began to flow out. He wanted to plunge this place into a sea of fire, he wanted to make the other party unable to escape, and he wanted to make the other party burn alive.
"Fire flames burn the sky!"
In the low voice, the magic power gathered enough, and suddenly, with him as the center, countless sparks began to appear in the 500-meter-long battle arena. These sparks were strong in the wind, and instantly turned into large flames and beams of fire, and within two breaths,
Time jumped up in an instant, becoming pillars of fire more than a foot wide.
In just three or four blinks of an eye, the entire arena was ablaze with flames. There were no less than a thousand fire pillars at a glance, and the entire arena was completely enveloped in flames.
Zhuoran used water magic, earth magic and fire magic successively. Only then did others know what kind of genius Zhuoran was. He turned out to be a three-series mage, even better than Qiu De'an, the pride of the Yellow Dragon Empire's Ice Flame Archmage.
We need more magicians.
Everyone screamed softly. They tried their best to suppress their excitement. They wanted to quietly watch this young magician show off his power. They wanted to watch this mysterious young man defeat his opponent.
The participating teams around the competition arena all stood up and looked at Zhuoran in the arena with horrified faces. They would not care about single-type magicians, but they could also understand the magic swordsmen. Among them,
Many of them are magic swordsmen. However, a third-line magician is beyond the scope of what they want to understand. Such a genius has been buried among the people. They seem to have seen the golden light emanating from Zhuoran.
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At this moment, they knew that this guy named Zhuoran was already a star in the future and had begun to rise with great brilliance. His achievements would be something that many people could only look up to.
The flames filled the sky, leaving the Saint Assassins nowhere to hide. However, this family did not hide, but rushed towards Zhuoran instantly. The light blue fighting spirit blazing all over their bodies blocked the flames, but they were attacked again and again.
After spending all the fighting energy, it is obviously unrealistic to rely entirely on fighting energy to block the all-pervasive and scorching flames.
The thin blue figure of the Holy Assassin jumped and ran in the flames. Smoke was rising all over his body, and there were burn marks on his clothes. However, he still approached Zhuoran regardless of his own safety. He always believed that as long as he got close to Zhuoran,
, with a wave of his hands, he will definitely be able to cut off Zhuoran's head.