Lin yaoyang looked at the dense ball of the Dharma stick in Guo Qingyang's hand and felt that his heart was numb.

At the same time, Lin yaoyang's sharp eyes immediately noticed that when Guo Qingyang was condensing the magic ball, the magic box inlaid on his Scepter in his hand was gradually becoming dim.

Lin yaoyang immediately understood what was going on. It's not that Guo Qingyang's strength is too abnormal. It's just that the staff in Guo Qingyang's hands is really effective. It's a little bit terrifying.

It must be that this staff has a special effect. It has a special bonus to the condensing time of Guo Qingyang's low-level magic in the ten chapters. That's why Guo Qingyang can condense so quickly.

And this is certainly not sustainable. Obviously, when Guo Qingyang casts a low-level spell, the energy stored in the magic box on the staff will be reduced a little, rather than the speed of Guo Qingyang's condensing magic.

It's better to say that Guo Qingyang has stored all these low-level magic balls in this staff. When he wants to use them, he can quickly take them out of the staff for his own use.

Lin yaoyang had to say that the effect of this staff was quite abnormal and terrifying. Lin yaoyang saw the dim speed of the light of the magic core. If it was consumed at this speed, Lin yaoyang felt that Guo Qingyang could at least summon 50 or 60 magic balls.

Lin Yao Yangguang thought about it in his head. If fifty FA balls were bombed towards him, what would it be like? He might be bombarded with slag.

Although these low-level magic, single effect for Lin yaoyang, is absolutely negligible, but can not bear the number of it ah.

Lin yaoyang felt numbness in his scalp when he thought about it.

therefore, Lin yaoyang moved and knew that he could not delay any more. Otherwise, he might fall on the hand of his brother-in-law.

Although his brother-in-law's real strength can not be his own opponent, but other people's family has money, that is also strength. It is his ability to match him with this amazing staff.

It's impossible to talk about this kind of thing. It's too belittled.

The black light on Lin yaoyang's body became more and more intense. He knew that he could not drag on any more. If he did, he would not be so simple as a dozen French balls.

Lin yaoyang followed the pace that Ke lie gave him, with black light all over his body, like a ghost, shuttling among the magic balls that Guo Qingyang shot at him.

Although a lot of magic balls exploded around Lin yaoyang's body, Lin yaoyang chose to hold on. The black light on his body was the power of the Ant King. He helped Lin yaoyang defend, and at the same time, he was helping to swallow the energy in Guo Qingyang's magic ball, helping Lin yaoyang to reduce his own loss as much as possible.