Chapter 40 Long Xiao's Power

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The ghost dragon's fast-moving body seemed to be torn by the air by it. The sound of "woo" was endless. At this moment, Jing Chen was still suspended there, but the gray light on his body gradually disappeared. At the same time, the silver light became more and more dazzling.

"Boom!"

The ghost dragon's whole body hit the silver light heavily, making a huge roar. Well..." There was a sound that seemed to be ignited, and white smoke rose from the part of the ghost dragon's body that came into contact with the silver light. Seeing this scene, the old man frowned. He really couldn't think of what the silver light was. Although he could feel the terrible smell from the silver light, there was no sacred smell in it.

It's not sacred energy, but it can restrain death energy? As soon as this idea appeared in the old man's mind, he threw it out of the sky. The joke is not only that he has not heard of it after living for hundreds of years, but even in the memory of their inheritance, he has never mentioned it. Speaking of this, I have to mention the inheritance of the necromancer magician, which is similar to the Druid's inheritance crystal, which is inherited by the wisdom skull. Of course, this skull is definitely not the skull of the caster or recipient. It is just a piece carved from magic crystals, similar to the shape of the skull.

Suddenly, the silver light rose and suddenly retracted back into the silver ring above Jing Chen's finger. Seeing the annoying silver light suddenly disappear, the old man was naturally overjoyed. While commanding the ghost dragon to pounce on Jingchen again, on the other hand, he himself also rose up and flew towards Jingchen.

Of course, the old man is not going to fight with Jing Chen. He knows this well. Although Jing Chen's strength is not as good as him, in terms of hand-to-hand combat, I'm afraid he is not Jing Chen's opponent. At this moment, when he approached Jing Chen, he just wanted to pick up Jing Chen's treasure at the first time, so that he could leave quickly. He had already felt a powerful breath approaching quickly.

Soon, reality slapped him in the face. Wrong, it should be Jing Chen slapped him in the face. His blind trust in the ghost dragon made him suffer a big loss again. The ghost dragon that rushed to the front of Jing Chen was knocked out for an unknown reason, and its body rolled and hit the colorful magic mask. The old man who followed the ghost dragon just wanted to stop his body and retreat, but he saw Jing Chen with a smile on his face. He didn't know when he had appeared in front of him.

A right hand with a light golden arm armor slapped his old face fiercely. With a muffled sound, the old man was fanned back at a faster speed than when he went, and the whole person was poured into the earth, forming a strange turning hole in his waist on the ground.

For a long time, seeing that the old man still had no intention of coming out, Jing Chen looked at the hole in the ground with cold eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't pretend to be dead, come out."

"Wow..." A sound of earth and stone slipping sounded, and a very embarrassed figure crawled out of the hole. The old man had long lost the appearance of the original strong man. The director's uniform of Zeus College has been scraped, like a beggar's suit, with a little blood on his snow-white eyebrows and hair. Obviously, it was splashed when it was just flew out by Jing Chen's fan. The original neat teeth are now incomplete. There is no such a master demeanor just now.

Jing Chen was slightly stunned and looked at his right hand in disbelief. Just now, he slapped the old man with this hand, and he really didn't expect that his slap was so powerful.

"Bah!" The old man spit out the blood in his mouth, and his two snow-white teeth were spit out. The old man stared at Jing Chen in the sky fiercely. Originally, he would not be beaten so miserably by Jing Chen. Unfortunately, he believed in the strength of the ghost dragon so much that he had no defense at all. When Jing Chen appeared in front of him, there was no time to react to him, so he was beaten so miserably.

The old man pointed to Jing Chen angrily, and the original color of greed in his eyes was also replaced by resentment. At this moment, how can he not hate? Now every minute he is here, there is more danger of being caught by Armandron. But if he was asked to give up Jing Chen's fat meat, he would run away directly. He was also unwilling. In the end, he bit his teeth. Obviously, he was going to make a blood again this time.

The old man waved his hands, two white lights flashed, and two dark green bone short spears appeared in his hand. The short spear looks extremely ordinary, like two bones dug out casually from the rotten body of Warcraft, casually cut a few times, and made of the two short spears. The body of the spear is slightly curved, and the tip of the spear is also as sharp as it should be. It doesn't look like a sharp weapon. But at the moment when the short spear appeared, Jing Chen's heart suddenly trembled. It was an extremely dangerous feeling, which seemed to be stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Be careful, the short spear in his hand is a little strange." Rios's voice sounded.

Hearing Rios' words, Jing Chen's eyes suddenly condensed. He suddenly remembered something that his father Jingtian mentioned when he was a child. It was a time when there was an invasion against the beast tide. A lord-level warcraft also appeared in the Warcraft group. At that time, Jing Tian and others were extremely tired and were about to die at the mouth of Warcraft.

At this time, a undead magician with only six levels at that time cast out two dark green short spears. The short spear seemed to have long eyes and instantly shot into the eyes of the lord-level monster. No matter how the warcraft dodged, it was finally blinded by the two dark green short spears. Not only that, according to my father, the two short spears also directly penetrated the back of the head of the warcraft.

Thinking of this, a trace of vigilance flashed in Jing Chen's eyes. Although he was not sure that these two short spears were what his father Jingtian said, it was not impossible to think about it, and these two things always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Hey hey." The old man's face at this moment has long been indifferent. His ferocious face is matched with the swollen face of Jing Chen and the blood stains all over his body. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a devil crawling out of purgatory.

"Go to hell." As he said, two dark green bone short spears crossed the sky, brought up two virtual shadows, and shot straight at Jing Chen. Jing Chen only felt a flash in front of him, and the two bone spears had already appeared in front of him. At this moment, it was too late for him to dodge. He finally understood the reason for his father Jingtian's awe at that time.

"Bum!"

There was a loud noise, but the expected pain did not come. Jing Chen slowly opened his eyes and saw a bird hovering there in front of him. The bird's feathers were extremely beautiful. Even at night, there was a snowy silver light, not the silver pterodron.

Seeing that the silver pterosaur owl appeared in its most critical time, he not only saved himself, but also wanted to help himself deal with the old man. His heart couldn't help moving and reaching out and touching the feathers of the silver pterosaur owl. It seems to be very useful for Jing Chen's touch of the silver-winged dragon owl. A pair of bird pupils staring at the old man also narrowed slightly, as if they were enjoying Jing Chen's touch.

At this moment, the dark green bone short spear hit by the silver pterosaur owl has appeared in the hands of the old man again. The old man is not familiar with the sudden appearance of the silver strange bird. As the director of magic, he returned to the station with the brigade at the first time and did not stay in the city. That's what made him childishly think that the silver pterosaur was just an ordinary flying beast, and it was just luck that it could hit his boney spear.

Soon, this self-righteous problem once again made the old man suffer a big loss. Just as he locked the target on the silver pterosaur eagle and was about to throwing out the short spear, a silver light suddenly passed by. In the blink of an eye, the silver pterosaur eagle appeared in front of the old man. The old man was not as lucky as Jing Chen. He only had time to twist his waist suddenly, and the blood suddenly splashed. The old man's shoulder had been torn off a piece of flesh by the silver pterosaur.

The silver pterodactyl owl held the piece of skin and flesh in his mouth. It turned around the old man's head like a demonstration. Finally, the bird's head was shaken and his mouth was loosened. The piece of skin and meat slammed at the old man.

The old man was also hard enough to hum coldly, and a spear composed of death energy suddenly flew out, turning the piece of skin and flesh into nothingness in an instant. Not only that, the spear did not decrease and shot straight at the silver-winged dragon lancer. It happened to be at this time that the ghost dragon that was smashed and hit on the energy shield also slowed down. With a sudden roar, it also rushed to the silver pterosaur.

Jing Chen frowned. Although even if one person and one dragon attacked, he did not see any defeat of the silver-winged dragon er, how could Jing Chen make it suffer a loss? His body suddenly appeared beside the old man. But this time, the old man also had already taken precautions. Seeing that Jing Chen's figure had just disappeared, he had put a bone shield for himself.

Although the defense effect of this bone shield is average, the attack effect is excellent. No matter who it is, as long as it hits the bone shields that keep rotating around the old man, 80% of its strength will be rebounded back. Even if the remaining 20%, it will be transmitted to all parts of the body by the bone shield, to the undead magic. The subject of the teacher will not pose any threat.

At this moment, the ghost dragon has blocked all the routes of the silver pterodactyl dragon to attack the old man with its huge body. If the silver pterosaur doesn't kill this eye-catching ghost dragon first, it won't hurt the old man at all.

"Song!"

A harsh scream came from the mouth of the silver pterodactyl xiao. Obviously, it also found this. For the ghost dragon that was dozens of times its length, the silver pterod dragon xiao had nothing to do in a short time, so he had to fight with it. Although with the attack of the pterosaur, there are fewer and fewer bones on the ghost dragon, and it is seen that it will soon be unloaded into a pile of bone debris by the pterosaur er, this time is enough for the old man to do something.

He scratched his hands, and two skeletons with gray-black light suddenly appeared in the air. This is the unique skill of the undead magician, which is opposite to the redemption of the talented skill of the light magician. This skill is called blasphemy. No matter who it is, as long as it is slightly stained with this gray-black energy, it will soon be blurred by corroded flesh and blood. However, casting this skill will make the caster suffer a great internal injury, but the old man can't take care of these now. The most important thing is to kill Jing Chen as soon as possible.

After casting this skill, the old man coughed gently to wipe away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, while looking at Jing Chen not far away, with a slightly panicked look. Now he doesn't think about whether he can retreat after killing Jing Chen. Now his only goal is to kill Jing Chen.

At this moment, it seemed that even time had stopped. In the whole space shrouded by colorful light, the two skeletons with gray-black light were the center of the world, and everything in the space was shaded compared with it.

The old man clearly saw that the blue veins on Jing Chen's forehead were slightly raised, and a drop of bean-sized cold sweat flowed down Jing Chen's forehead, flowed along his forehead across his face, and finally dripped to the ground, splashing dust. The picture that should have separated the result in the blink of an eye seems to slow down the camera and get closer little by little. Everything is so strange.