Chapter 14 Mine Hegemony 4

In the empty mine, there was suddenly an uncertain sound, as soft as jade and as silk.

"Who!" Jiulong suddenly condensed, and the steel knife rotated and was quickly ready to fight, because the sound was extremely loud and vast from all directions, shaking people's eardrums.

Kowloon looked around vigilantly, his sharp eyes pierced through the darkness, the surging fighting spirit gushed out desperately, and his sensitive perception ability was magnified to the limit, but he had not found the source of life, which surprised Jiulong. Is there a super master coming?

"Who is a master, show up at first sight, why hide your head and tail, sneaky, and have the demeanor of a master!" Jiulong's eyes flashed and emitted cold light, but he did not find anything unusual, which made Jiulong's heart gasp uneasy.

"Vulgar warrior, raise your head and look up at the noble magician!" The gentle, modest and harmonious voice once again rippled in all directions, and the loud voice fluctuated, and the air trembled.

Kowloon suddenly condensed his mind, and his sharp eyes pierced the sky. He wanted to see why he was so arrogant!

"Even if I tell you my location, a lowly warrior like you can't see it. Kneel down obediently, submit to me, and be my loyal lackey. I can spare your life!" The quiet voice came, with thorns in the cotton, the sharp breath was permeated, and the tone was not domineering, but what he said was extremely domineering.

Humph!

Kowloon. I can't see it at all. The powerful perception has also lost its function. Suddenly, with a cold hum, "Dilong Road" is running crazily, and the hot flames rise. Kowloon is like a human-shaped fire, burning fiercely, and the fiery fighting spirit is mixed with a trace of gold, bright and eye-catching, lingering, regardless of each other.

Jiulong gently closed his eyes and ran "Dilong Road" crazily to make him forget all his sorrows and abandon all miscellaneous thoughts. A trace of strong spiritual cohesion. The golden light wandered along Jiulong's whole body and slowly gathered in his eyes. Suddenly, Jiulong opened his eyes and brushed it. Two golden lights rose to the sky and directly tore the air. , break through the delusion and penetrate everything.

Sure enough, in the sky about 20 meters away from Kowloon, a young figure stood quietly, with a mass of blue air suspended under his feet, and the colorless air was also wrapped around his body, spinning up and down, floating, floating, ethereal and flexible, comfortable and unrestrained.

Boom——

A sound came, and the golden light from Jiulong's eyes pierced the hidden wind of the magician in a thousandth of an instant. With the magician's scream, a figure appeared, clean and tidy mining slave clothes, white cheeks, black hair floating, like a fairy, the only defect was the left face. There is a dark imprint, "West Asian Mining Slave".

However, at this time, the magician was a little embarrassed. The hidden wind was broken, and his suspension ability naturally lost its function and began to fall from a height of nearly ten meters.

"Free and noble wind elves, please give me the ability to control the wings of the wind and the freedom to fly..." The magician's mouth stirred, like a series of cannons, spitting out a series of magic spells. Suddenly, a wisp of wind emerged out of thin air, re-wrapped the magician's body and slowly landed.

The magician stood firmly on the ground, and his white face was full of anger, like a monkey's buttocks, and his eyes shot out the light of hatred. If he hadn't been proficient in magic application, he would have fallen from the sky and died.

"The vulgar samurai, you have angered a noble intermediate magician. The majesty of the magician is not a small warrior that can provoke!" The magician speaks viciously, but he does not have the fierce and violent atmosphere of the warrior. After all, the magician is physically weak. In addition to his strong spirit, his physical quality is very different from that of the warrior.

"Poor magicians have become slaves and have to put on a stinky air!" Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the magician contemptuously, with a look of disgust.

"You..." The magician's face turned red and didn't say a word. His fingers trembled slightly, and finally suffoed a sentence. You are looking for death!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong ignored it, snorted coldly, and the strong fighting spirit surged in the direction of the long knife, and suddenly shot directly to the magician.

"Ignorant and unscrupulous warriors, let you see the gap between great four-level magicians and vulgar warriors!" The magician's mouth repeatedly incited, and finally shouted, "............Floating skill!"

Suddenly, the magician rose, blinked his eyes, and rose up. Unexpectedly, he rose five meters high, and a slight angry shout came, "The vulgar martial artist insults the noble magician, then your fate will come to an end! .........The wind elf flying in the air, listen to my call... The wind pierces!"

brush——

Suddenly, a long cyan thorn slowly condensed and formed, and the strong wind around it fluctuated and brushed it directly to Kowloon.

Kowloon did not make a unique move. The steel knife rose, and the hot knife light came up. With a bang, the knife light broke through the wind, and the remaining momentum did not diminish and went straight to the magician.

"............Wind Shield!" After the magician's long list of magic spells, suddenly, a cyan shield formed and stood firmly in front of the magician.

"............Wind blade combo!" Dump, the half-moon-shaped cyan wind blades quickly attacked Kowloon with the momentum of thunder. The Kowloon steel knife waved continuously, and the fiery fighting spirit hit one after another, and the sound of the wind was endless.

"............The snake of the tornado!"

"............The underworld of the wind!"

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The brilliant fighting spirit is like the high sun, constantly surging, and the more Jiulong fights, the more difficult it becomes. Previously, he was seriously injured in the battle with Marco and struggled to kill several people such as Prati. Now he is fighting with this magician who came out of nowhere, especially the magician, who hides far away and continues to wind. The magic bombardment really stretched Kowloon.

"It can't go on like this. My fighting spirit will definitely run out. The shameless magician took a fancy to his weakness and was so arrogant!" Kowloon's brain is running rapidly, constantly searching for various combat experiences in Roxas' memory to deal with magicians.

"Far attack! Need bows and arrows and darts! But I don't have ordinary stone projectiles, which also consume fighting spirit, and can't penetrate the defense of the magician's wind shield at all... What should I do?

Prick——

Another cyan half-moon wind blade shot, with a bang, the Kowloon defense was not enough, and the fiery red fighting spirit was directly broken. Both collided and became invisible. The magician was overjoyed and quickly launched a more violent attack.

Stabbed——

A sharp light approached Kowloon again. Kowloon hurriedly blocked it, but there was no way to avoid it. After brushing it, his chest was torn with a deep blood mouth, and the blood flowed out, which dyed the ground red.

With a touch, Jiulong knelt on one knee, holding a steel knife in one hand, exhaled, brushed, and another wind blade split down, directly covering Jiulong's head.

The Kowloon steel knife rotated, struggling to pick up, and the slight red light rendered the steel knife. With a bang, the steel knife was thrown away. Kowloon also turned sideways, the donkey rolled, and quickly dodged the fatal blow.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The magician laughed, stopped the magic attack, dispersed the wind shield on his body, and slowly fell down to the ground. The arrogant voice came, "Low warrior, this is the punishment you deserve to insult the magician. At the end of the strong crossbow, you dare to arrogantly insult the magician!"

"Death!" Suddenly, a carp in Kowloon stood up, and stood up like an arrow away from the string. His five fingers were open, and the fire lotus surged, covering the careless magician with lightning. This was a powerful blow of Kowloon, and he was attacked by several wind blades just for this powerful blow.

"Ah! You cheated!" The magician suddenly screamed in horror, but it was too late. Jiulong's speed was so fast. At a distance of more than ten meters, Jiulong didn't even use half a second and directly caught the magician.

"Don't you hear that soldiers are never tired of fraud?" Kowloon's voice came like the underworld, and then said something that made the magician inexplicable, "'The soldiers never get tired of fraud' is the patent of our ancient military division on earth!"

In a hurry, the magician suddenly sent out a guard of the wind, and a circle of ripples, unexpectedly forming a cyan round shield like a shield of the wind. However, what a strong attack Jiulong broke the guardian of the wind with one claw. This is not to mention bully himself and suddenly hit the magician's chest.