Wind is the most representative intangible thing, and compared with "water", it is as pure as the night insects whispering before dawn, and no one will pay attention to it. In the mouth of many bards, "wind"
"He is a naive and energetic child, the most naughty child.
As the first intelligent creatures appeared, the first thing they came into contact with was "wind". That is an unavoidable situation. Even in a closed room, there will still be air.
As the first human principality built up its city walls, the wind seemed dispensable, because they were everywhere and a pervasive manifestation. The wind smelled like the other party, and it did not seem to have any
Any opinion is just another blind imitation of everything.
As the first professional awakened, the wind was compressed again and again, and they finally condensed into countless cyclones, piercing the target in various strange forms.
As the first magician presented his staff, the wind was like a naughty child whose parents had traced them. They were no longer innocent and cute, no longer always wandering around anywhere, but they were always ignored.
With the first sound of breaking glass, with the first shaking of the fire, with the first feeling of chills running down the spine, the world suddenly discovered that Feng's character is far less heartless than it seems on the surface.
Even though I have no lungs, I still have delicate and sensitive places.
The third old man then took a step forward. The green mage robe on his body was fluttering slightly, and his movements indirectly exuded an elegant and agile atmosphere.
The weather in the Miracle Plains changed suddenly again, the humidity dropped rapidly, and was replaced by an extremely dry climate. One second the lips returned to normal, but the next second there were countless cracks on the surface. Some debris adhered to
On the skin, Boom's face, which was not very smooth in the first place, looked even more rough and rough at the moment.
"Is it the wind this time? It's just as imagined, the basic elements of the four series are coming on stage one after another."
Boom let out a sigh, but there was no surprise. Although he still couldn't figure out the meaning of this dream, Boom found this way of understanding magic to be extremely interesting, and it could improve his understanding of magic to the greatest extent.
Knowing. Therefore, he plans to work hard to improve his theoretical foundation as long as he is still in the dream state. This can be regarded as a kind of gain, and his training time is not in vain.
The warm breeze came first, shaking the reeds around Boom. It was a mother-like caress, soothing and seemed to calm any irritable mood. Boom smiled and nodded.
, seems to like this weather very much.
Violent winds followed one after another, roaring across the Miracle Plains, pulling countless petals into the air. Howling, dust billowing, the reeds instantly turned into waves, and were directed aside neatly. Boom frowned slightly.
, but still didn’t say a word.
As if disdainful of Boom's response, Feng'er slowed down in an instant, but began to emit bursts of coldness. The cold wind came, and the biting feeling penetrated the skin and finally hit the heart. Boom smiled bitterly and sighed
He took a breath, but the exhaled air mass instantly turned into white mist, comparable to the invisible barrier outside the fantasy forest.
"Is that all? Don't tell me you have to perform the same trick twice?"
"I don't care whether I escape from this dream or not. If that's the case, I would be even more happy to reunite with Rikka. But from that moment on, all your previous actions will be in vain, let alone have any meaning."
"On the contrary, if I can tell you another form of 'wind', then stop using such ridiculous methods. Because they can't make me timid, they can't even make my heart beat faster!
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"Wind is wind. Intangible things can only show their value when they are gathered together. Speed and violence are the only two points that will determine its shape, just like the tornado that is as big as the mountains and the sea, or the
It is the sharp spear of the wind that is as powerful as thunder."
"Noisy is the normal state of the wind, just like the fire is always hot, and the rain wets everything it sees. This is the origin. It never deviates from its origin. Even if it changes its form, it is just a pretense of changing the soup without changing the medicine.
Smart."
Boom's voice echoed on the Miracle Plain, and the next second after he finished speaking, the cold wind stopped making noise, and then they condensed together to form a giant tornado a hundred feet high. Wherever it passed, there was no grass, and the harsh wind
The sharp roar seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory, as if the god of death was roaring.
Boom's figure rolled back and forth in the tornado, and the sand and rocks rotated at high speed. These things that no one would care about in normal times were actually put together into the most deadly killing array at this moment. As for the larger rocks and wooden piles, they looked like goblins.
It is as powerful as a magic missile, and will be shattered into pieces if it hits it.
Although Boom couldn't control his figure, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. As he said, it would be good to stay and understand the origin of magic, but if he returned to the present world, it would be a result he could happily accept.
, and there is no substantial loss.
"The wind will eventually turn into a blade, cutting off all obstacles and shattering everything that attempts to block it. But in my opinion, these are not its essence."
"The essence of wind is 'smell', the breath of a clear-cut stance. Therefore, although this tornado is powerful, it lacks the earthy aroma of Miracle Plains and the decaying smell of Aogu King City."
"It's better to disperse early. Children should behave like children, and 'Feng' should naturally be more sincere and at least do enough homework before imitating others."
Boom said this, and then he didn't care whether he would be broken into pieces, and slowly adjusted his breath. The customs slowed down, and finally dragged Boom back to the surface. A hint of the smell of sewage ditches poured into his nose. Boom was stunned for a moment, and then
But he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I think it's time for you to dissipate. Next time, remember not to turn into an old man, because you have the temperament of a child."
"As for the taste of this kind of leftover soup, although it is somewhat similar, it is not the one I am familiar with."
"How can someone without personal experience truly perceive everything about the other person, and how can they simulate the feeling of being there?"
After saying that, Boom lowered his head, completely uninterested in looking at the calmness around him, not to mention that the third great wind mage disappeared into nothingness. The essence of the phoenix is like this, so unpredictable. It comes and goes in a hurry.
Also in a hurry.
Waves of grass and trees rushed towards him, and Boom took a deep breath, and then put a smile on his face again. This is the essence of "wind", and this is the smell that he is most familiar with.
A blue petal magic array arrived as expected, and the barbs cut the space, revealing the scene inside. The huge wind pillar appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared again. This alternating scene cycle
As a result, the magic became extremely violent, and even the space around it was cut with countless cracks.
The noise was endless, but Boom seemed to have no intention of it. He dispersed the petal magic circle with a wave of his hand. After taking a short rest, he immediately raised his head and looked at the last old man.