Sorcerer

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Thousands of sharp ice needles shone with bloody and brilliant light in the sun, which moved the onlookers unceasingly.The short young man's eyes were shining, he pulled the mighty old man's sleeve and asked, "Old Wen, what kind of artistic conception is this, why is it so beautiful?"

The younger generation only sees the beauty of the artistic conception, but Wen Lao is different after all, he can see the power of this artistic conception at a glance, although the lethality of each ice needle is not enough, but thousands of them at the same time are powerful enough to nail people into a sieve. []

This artistic conception is obviously astronomical artistic conception, but it seems to have changed again, adding some methods of blood sacrifice, which is very strange.And the middle-aged Tianxiang's opponent—the young man's artistic conception is even more peculiar, especially the bow and arrow artistic conception, which is extremely powerful but very strange.Could it be that after thousands of years of development, has the artistic conception on the mainland evolved into this?

The two people in the decisive battle are middle-level realm masters, and middle-aged people are fine. After all, the age is there, and the younger one should be in his early twenties. It is not easy to have this level of cultivation.What surprised Mr. Wen most was the determination of the young man. After seeing the killing intent of the other party, he attacked without saying a word. This kind of determination is difficult for a fledgling young man to possess.

Elder Wen didn't think about it, nor was he ready to answer the short young man's question, so he pulled the two juniors to leave.Although he is very curious about this decisive battle, curiosity is the source of right and wrong, Wen Lao does not want to provoke right and wrong, so he can only stifle his own curiosity.

But the two young men refused to move, and stared blankly at the scene of the decisive battle, only to see the young man on the top of the tea shed, whose body was like a sinking river of cold iron, stepping on the roof and falling straight down.

As soon as Wu Maxi landed, she shot a big bow to the left, and then jumped up with the spirit of the fox, avoiding the pursuit of the blood ice needle.People were in mid-air, and a corpse-repelling curse was planted on the chrysanthemum-patterned deer. The deer immediately jumped up and ran away with sprayed blood, which quickly cut off the root of the middle-aged man's blood ice needle.

The middle-aged man was startled when he saw the dead deer turn around and run away. Before he could think about it, he cut his left palm with a knife, and the blood flowed out, which immediately condensed into blood-colored ice needles. With a sharp scream, he settled down towards Wumaxi He clicked the shot, but it happened to collide with the sharp arrow that was shot, and the sharp arrow and the blood-colored ice needle were shattered at the same time.

After Wumaxi landed, he raised his black horns, followed the sharp arrow, passed through the sky full of debris hit by the blood-colored ice needle and the sharp arrow, and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Heaven-shattering!

The middle-aged man looked at Wujiao's ferocious figure, and suddenly this name he had seen in the classics appeared in his mind.

Fantianyu, whose full name is Dawei Dade Mojiao Fantianjiao, was given by Jianshuangcheng, the Emperor of Great Xia Zhishengwei.

The allusion about Fan Tianyu is recorded in the secret letter of the Great Xia Kingdom. The middle-aged man has a very close relationship with the Great Xia royal family. It was a coincidence that he saw this secret letter 12 years ago.

According to the secret letter, Fan Tianjiu had the strength of a Zong-level spirit beast when he was born, and after growing up, his strength soared to the peak-level Zong-level spirit beast. Reached an unbelievable state.

Now this thousand-year-old monster suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the middle-aged man couldn't help changing his face. Between the intertwined branches of mind, the red land suddenly turned into a turbulent mud, rolling towards the person and the beast. .

The red mud was like a big tide, wrapping the black horn, and then condensed instantly, sealing the black horn inside.

The middle-aged man was about to take the next step, when he saw a person jumping out from behind the red seal, flying towards him in an agile arc.

The middle-aged man slapped his left arm with a palm, and the blood from the wound on his left palm shot out, condensing into a blood-colored ice arrow in the air, and was about to shoot towards the opponent, when a spiral cone suddenly struck, shaking the whole body. Forcibly dismantled into pieces, the blood-colored Frostbolt quickly melted and turned into a pool of blood again, which was powerlessly sprinkled on the ground.

Wu Maxi fell quickly, standing ten meters in front of the middle-aged man, and pierced towards him with a black bone.

The middle-aged man fluttered like a fallen leaf, turned to the left and floated out. When he turned around at the same time, he spit, and the saliva condensed into a white ice arrow in the air, shooting towards Wumaxi's chest.

Wumaxi turned her body slightly, avoiding the arrow of spittle, and shot towards the other party with the artistic conception of Waking Insects.

The middle-aged people's mind branch moves rapidly, and a strong gust of wind blows up in the void. The Jingzhe mood is like fallen leaves in the wind, blown to the grass in the east, and electric scorches a peeping green snake.

Wu Maxi did not give up, followed the trajectory of the middle-aged man to pursue, weaving purple string grass seeds towards the opponent, the middle-aged man's feet trembled suddenly, his body rolled continuously in the red soil in a state of embarrassment, the weaving mood shattered Zixian cao, took the time to fight back with blood arrows.

The two fought on the red ancient road, the artistic conception flew across, and the spiritual power collided and intertwined, making the void tremble.

Wumaxi stepped like a fox, swift and gentle, leaving only a series of light and agile footprints on the ancient red road, and always kept a distance of about ten meters from the opponent.

In the fierce fighting, the soul becomes focused, and the slightest movement can be clearly reflected in the soul, and every detail is clearly visible.It seems that there is something strange throbbing in the depths of his soul, making his mind weaving with a certain indescribable rhythm.The meaning branches follow this rhythm, and with the help of gods, the weaving will become more and more smooth, like a mighty symphony flowing by the ears, and various artistic conceptions of different shapes will be woven one after another, and the spiritual power will be drummed like a wave of the Lanjiang River. Surging, pouring into the artistic conception surgingly and violently, arousing the spiritual power between the heaven and the earth to continuously resonate and roar, one after another, the artistic conception is like a variety of exotic flowers, gradually blooming.

The artistic conception of the middle-aged man is also extremely wonderful, as the figure flutters, it seems like fallen leaves are blowing in the wind, fluttering and changing in the red dust and smoke, and ice needles of various shapes are like celestial maiden scattered flowers, under the scorching sun, The sky is full of bright and gorgeous light and shadow.

Several big men in the tea shed watched this intense and fierce battle with different expressions.

A big bearded man clapped the table to applaud, and immediately smashed the tea table full of holes into several petals.The battle was changing rapidly, and with the eyesight of a bearded man, he couldn't tell what was going on at all, but he also knew that this was an unprecedented high-level decisive battle.

The big man who threw the teacup had an ashen complexion, terrified of his reckless behavior.

The other three were all silent, staring at the red dust rolling on the battlefield, worrying endlessly.

Dodging a blood arrow that passed by her neck, Wu Maxi planted a crazily on the opponent's body, the artistic conception drove the opponent's blood to rush wildly, and a blood arrow shot out from the wound on the left palm in an instant, as if to kill the blood in the body. The blood is all pumped out.

Although the middle-aged man was not disturbed, he took advantage of the opportunity to condense the spurting blood into a sharp ice spear, and stabbed at Wumaxi's chest.Wumaxi dodged sideways, the blood spear suddenly shattered into needles, and crazily penetrated into Wumaxi's right arm.

The power of these broken needles is not great, Wu Maxi hits smoothly, and she doesn't pay attention to it at all, but another spurt of madness is planted on the opponent, and a blood spurts out from the opponent's left palm again, under the scorching sun, It was extremely red.

The middle-aged man who had lost too much blood began to feel dizzy, the world was spinning in his eyes, his heart was palpitating and his legs were weak, he tried his best to weave the artistic conception again, the spurted blood condensed into sharp blades all over the sky, and shot crazily forward aimlessly.

This crazy blood blade was like a torrential rain blown by a strong wind. It brushed past Wumaxi and hit the tea shed behind her. Immediately there was a clear and crisp sound of broken cups and plates in the tea shed. Several big men were in a panic. Dodging, screaming again and again.

The line of sight was still spinning, and a strange breath invaded the void of consciousness of the middle-aged man, sealing the entire void of consciousness, and the Yizhi was instantly drawn back into the Yizhu, and the rain of blood blades lost power and turned into a sky filled with blood. The fog drifted away.

Small Fengshen Art?

The middle-aged man was startled, because of dizziness, his eyes were a little dark, and after a long time he recovered, he saw that the other party had already bullied him.The middle-aged man was about to weave artistic conception to resist, when the back of his neck suddenly felt cold, and several sharp thorns pierced into his spine, locking his mind firmly.

This is the Fengjing Environment, a masterpiece of the Criminal Department of the Great Xia Dynasty thousands of years ago, the middle-aged people are very familiar with it.

The middle-aged man was about to start a hand-to-hand fight, but Wu Maxi had already made a move first, when the green snake beside him, which was scorched by electric shock, suddenly swam up to the opponent, wrapping him tightly so that he couldn't move.

Wu Maxi took out the rope, tied the middle-aged man firmly, threw the black horn into the elephant ring, carried the middle-aged man onto the purple-hoofed beast, glanced at the bystanders behind him, stepped on the world of mortals, and quickly left battle scene.

Seeing Wu Maxi's figure disappear into the distance, everyone gradually recovered from the excitement of watching the battle.

A few big men sat in the tea shed, Yiyi moaned, everyone had small wounds on their bodies, and they complained endlessly.

"Straight mother thief, if it was a few years ago, Yiye's temper, neither of these two bastards would even try to get away." It was the topless man who was throwing the teacup, his face was still a little pale.In this accident, several people in the tea shed counted him as the most seriously injured. A "king" character was cut out on his forehead by a blood blade, which was quite powerful.

"Fuck you!" Several companions responded disdainfully, "Your mouse gall is only useful when knocking on the door of Widow Xu's house at night."

Just as the topless man was about to argue, the whole tea shed suddenly collapsed, covering everyone underneath.Several big men hurriedly crawled out of the ruins, cursing endlessly.Fortunately, this is just a thatched house, and it did not cause any trouble to everyone.

"This... is really beautiful!"

Everyone turned their heads due to the sound, and saw that the shopkeeper was still standing there in a daze, with a few thatch on his head, muttering to himself.Everyone was baffled. The collapse of the tea shed did not seem to be something to be happy about. What's so interesting about it?Could it be that he lost his mind and went insane?Or is this tea shed not his family's property at all?

An old man and a young man standing outside were also looking at the direction of the battlefield. Elder Wen's face was a bit lonely, which was particularly obvious against the backdrop of his mighty beard and hair.

Unexpectedly, after thousands of years of evolution, the level of artistic conception on the mainland has become so strong. A young witch can fight such an extraordinary battle. The level of splendor is not even below those in the classics .

After thousands of years, could it be that his own genre has really declined?

He turned his head and looked at the two juniors in front of him with lost eyes, only to see the short Zhang Tong's face full of joy.Wen Lao felt a little sad for his joy, he sighed, and was about to pull the two juniors away when he saw the resolute Chang Rong suddenly stepping into the battlefield, following the trajectory of the two fighting, observing all the way, and soon Then sank into thinking.

Seeing his performance, Mr. Wen was very comforted. With such a studious and motivated junior, why can't the school not thrive?

Confidence rekindled in his heart, looking at the road ahead, a gleam of hope stubbornly grew in his eyes.

"Oh my god, the tea shed, why did the tea shed fall down?" The shopkeeper suddenly screamed like a pig, and everyone looked at the sound, and saw that the lazy shopkeeper finally broke out his passion, clapping his hands and stomping his feet , Pointing at the sky and scolding the earth, "God to kill you, this bastard who demolished shops and destroyed houses, how will I live in the future?"

Everyone was stunned, thinking that the store didn't care, it turned out that it was just a little slow to react.