Chapter 119

However, as soon as he saw Sancai's ring, he felt that it was not easy.

Sancai has four combined shields on his body, which are light, darkness, wind and thunder. The shields of light and darkness interact together to form a Taiji shield to protect the body. The two shields of wind and thunder intersect, shooting out a circle of lightning ripples, which can cause lightning damage to a certain range around. However, at this time, the Yin and Yang Fish Taiji Shield has stopped being selected, and the Lightning Shield is also overstretched and has been broken.

The third is the genius of Mingmotang, and he has received the famous inheritance of Qimen Dunjia. There are eight strange doors in the strange door. The first three doors are open. Xiu, and the three doors are the three lucky gates. The fourth door is a fierce door. Next, the fifth door, the six doors are the middle door and the Jingmen. The seventh and eighth door is dead, and the two doors are injured. The eight gates correspond to the eight important acupuncture points of the human body, among which the door is opened, the rest door is in the brain, and the raw door is between the arms. The wound door is close to the acupuncture point, and there are three doors of Du Jingjing in the tail vertebrae one after another. The dead door is relatively special, in the position of the heart of the human body. The escape armor has eight armors, corresponding to eight attributes respectively. It is the main defense in martial arts, while the orifice of the eight strange gate is the main attack after being opened by the impact of fighting spirit, which can instantly enhance the quality and lethality of fighting spirit, but the side effects are great. The front three-life door is fine, but after the fourth door, there are great side effects. Excessive use will cause irreparable trauma to the human body.

At this time, the third door has been opened. The speed, strength and endurance have been increased by 4 times. A cold sword of frost flew in his hand, which was the battle form turned into by his partner Mei Xian - the lament of frost. Sancai rushed left and right, flew up and down, and finally defeated all the five-elves of puppets summoned by Wu Xianlong. At this time, he was so tired that he was soaked through his clothes and sweated like rain, while Wu Xianlong looked at him very indifferently for so long. He was still playing a folding fan, and the breeze blew the Confucian clothes, which was so uncomfortable.

On the folding fan is a tree of cold plums, which is as red as snow and as frost. He was also Mei Xian's partner, but Wu Xianlong transformed his partner into a folding fan. He spit out his words, waved the folding fan, and sent out a ball of plum flame wrapping Sancai. The next second, the plum flame emitted plum rain, causing more damage.

"Hongmei!"

"Red plum!"

"Hongmei!"

"Red plum!"

Fire spells are constantly issued, and the speed is extremely fast, close to the legendary idea and one method, which means that one of his thoughts can issue a spell.

Sancai can't dodge in front of this range of spells, and can only use Qimen Dunjia to resist. Without the protection of the five-eed puppet, Wu Xianlong has already been in front of Sancai.

Sancai directly resisted the damage of the spell, approached Wu Xianlong, and tossaw the sword in his hand from a long distance: "Dark fragrance floats!"

The frost lamenting sword turned into a dark fragrant ripple, invisibly attacking Wu Xianlong, which was so powerful that it was bound to kill with a blow.

Bow!

A crisp sound came out, like a mallet hitting the gong. A red light flashed, blocking the sword's blow out of thin air.

Only then did he notice that the red light was sent by a book in Wu Xianlong's hand. When he looked carefully again, he found that there were two big golden words written in the book: "Code".

It can block the attack of the artifact. Naturally, it is also regarded as an artifact. The other party actually has two kinds of artifacts.

At this time, Wu Xianlong spoke, and his tone was still not impatient, giving people a sense of self-confidence and restrainedness. He said, "Mingmo's strange door escape armor with the hidden sigh of the artifact frost is really a perfect match. However, if you are poor, that's enough."

Sancai said disdainfully, "You wolves all like to talk big. They brag and don't make drafts. They are all awesome. Coaxing, I don't disdain to quarrel with you."

Wu Xianlong was not angry and said lightly, "If you have any ability, take it out and show it. Don't lose and haven't used it yet. At that time, you will be aggrieved."

When he said this, he was indeed extremely confident and his words were sharp. Even if he was well nourished, he was teased a little angry.

Sancai inserted the sword into the ground, took off his gloves, and slowly took off the white bandage wrapped around his right hand. His hand was dark. It was a rune, and there were all kinds of black words on it, and there was a faint strong breath coming out of it.

Wu Xianlong deliberately said, "What, are you still injured? Courage is commendable."

Sancai smiled and said, "Don't use such tricks to provoke me. Don't let me despise you."

Wu Xianlong shook the fan and thought, "If you despise it, just despise it. Anyway, you have been provoked and the tactics have been reached. In the face of the battle of life and death, everything can be unscrupulous.

However, at the moment when he took off the rune, he actually had some palpitations and his heartbeat was unstable. His fan also shook quickly and said, "The devil's hand?"

What kind of hands are those? The black bone burns a red flame, extending from the arm to the fingers. The strong muscles slowly squirm, giving people a shocking feeling of strength. The red flame burns with pure magic, which makes people think it is a dark fighting spirit, but it can't escape the opponent's eyes. Wu Xianlong recognized it at a glance. This is the breath of the devil.

Sancai didn't say anything. He directly waved his right hand out of thin air, and a black airflow came out, which directly lifted Wu Xianlong and threw it into the air. The black energy collided with the red light emitted by the book artifact, making a squeaking sound.

Wu Xianlong adjusted his posture in the air and returned to the ground safely. His face remained unchanged, and even the frequency of the fan swinging remained unchanged. He said faintly, "The attack power is not bad."

"Hum, then have a good drink. To be honest, I really hate the hypocritical expression on your face, the same as those bastards in China." Sancai grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and the frost lamenting sword was grasped in his hand. As soon as the black magic gas diverged, it unexpectedly formed a sword light half a foot long on the body of the sword, which was uncertain at the tip of the sword, and the momentum was unparallable.

The warrior's pace unfolds, containing strange escape armor, and his body floats, like snow mud claws, which is elusive. Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded, and the three talents of human and sword flashed in front of Wu Xianlong. The acceleration brought by the full opening of the four doors made the sword like a thunderbolt. The thunderbolt could not cover its ears. Before the sword arrived, the sword spirit had hurt people.

Since Wu Xianlong's defense can't react, this one is too fast.

Poof!

He was finally injured and spit out a mouthful of blood. He touched the blood on his mouth and laughed at himself, "Sure enough, I pretended to be struck by lightning. I was careless."

Sancai laughed and said, "Then let's stop. I like to see you spitting blood the most."

Sancai attacked Wu Xianlong at an unparalleled speed like a storm. The sword spirit, sword light and sword meaning were mixed together to form a huge sword curtain with a murderous spirit.

The mage faces the warrior. If he is approached, he will dance with his buttocks up - it is easy to burp. It seems that Wu Xianlong also wants to repeat this fate. The warrior has such an advantage when facing the mage close to him.

In the face of a warrior who is so fast, so agile, so good, and has a peerless sword and the blessing of the hand of the devil, it is really a mage's nightmare.

Is fate really like this? Even Ge Qian, who was watching, felt that it was coming to an end. The first place was already surnamed Mo in the final between Sancai and the night division.

Unfortunately, he met Wu Xianlong. Just when his sword was less than ten centimeters away from Wu Xianlong, Wu Xianlong's words had been said, and the spell was completed.

"The red plums are falling, and the winter snow is flying - great nothingness."

Sancai's attack stopped abruptly. Although his soul is still here, his body has been exiled to a different world. In the nihilistic form, he can't attack at all, and he has to receive the bonus of magic attack.

"Red plum powder!"

A spell with ice attribute attacked Sancai's body, and the snow flew in the sky, and the wax plums floated away. Sancai's body was shivering with cold, but the effect of nothingness is still there, and he can't fight back at all.

At this time, he was thinking that if only he could also do sacred spells. A simple dispersal spell could end this embarrassing situation. Unfortunately, he was so good that he didn't learn.

Sancai misses Angie's treatment and dispersal, and also realizes the benefits of teamwork.

As soon as this thought flashed, his body shook like a lightning strike, shaking like a sieve. He was struck by a thunderbolt.

"God's punishment!"

After the divine punishment, the nihilistic state on Sancai's body was also lifted, but at the moment he was about to act, Wu Xianlong used a "big nihilistic" spell to make him nihilistic. His soul and body were separated, unable to physically attack, and the spell attack he received had a bonus.

"Great anti-cold"

This spell covered the radius of ten meters with frost, and then I felt a piercing cold.

"Hanmei Purdue"

A white light flashed on Wu Xianlong, which was actually a recovery spell, and the damage just received was healed in an instant.

"Cold plums are stacked!"

The flame like plum blossom petals fell from the sky like half of a mountain. It was for the stack, and it shaved three times.

Seeing this, Ge Qian, who stroked the crystal ball, moaned and said, "The same kind of ice and fire plus light and dark magician, the skill has no cooling time, which is really unusually strong."

Ge Qian's ice and fire homology refers to the same origin between the ice skill of Wu Xianlong and the fire skill of hair red plum. The same body of light and darkness refers to the opposite light and dark attributes of Hanmei Pudu and great nihilism.

"Sancai, you have to hold on." Jiang Ye shouted in his heart that he was worried about Sancai.

The Wolf King, who has been paying attention to the battle on the battlefield, said, "You little guy has no chance. In the field of spells, Wu Xianlong can already be regarded as a king. He will not make mistakes."

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