Chapter 307 Desperate

Chapter 37 Desperate

But he was not happy. The troll was also very unhappy. He tore off an arm with an injury, but he couldn't do this. Of course, he didn't dare to do this.

However, the middle-aged man in Qingyi also knows the character of the troll, that is, a pure madman. If you want to get the treasure, you need to kill the madman completely, and there can be no delay in such a time. Who knows who will appear.

Hum, the obscure spell came out of the middle-aged man's mouth in Qingyi, with gold hovering in the cyan: "Gangling!" The entangled wind rotated towards the troll, and a trace of cracks rippled out of the space showed that the wind was not gentle.

Bombarded, a huge mace burst out and hit the huge storm. In an instant, the scattered breath killed more than half of the black breath arranged by Li Qingcang. You should know that these breaths are supported by the blood of the king of Li Qingcang. Although the strength is not much, the survivability is very strong.

Boom, the deafening sound sounded from the sky, the speed of the troll suddenly increased, the huge mace flashed with cold light, and every time the wind was scattered.

The cyan brilliance flashed away in the sky, avoiding the huge sharpness. Continuous obscure words came out of the mouth of the magician in blue, and in less than a second, it meant the formation of a magic!

"Second-order magic: the blessing of the wind!" The wind hovers around the middle-aged body in Qingyi, and the speed increases by several times for a while. For the trolls who are not good at speed, such speed is undoubtedly a magic no less than a nightmare.

"Fourth-order magic: Fengluan!" But this kind of magic is not over. The crystal on the cyan staff shines with a touching luster, and the cyan wind is wrapped around a huge illusory bird of ten thousand meters. Each feather is composed of countless wind elements, and you can imagine the consequences of being involved in it.

However, such magic is the magic of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi to contain the troll. With the release of the fourth-order magic, the middle age in Tsing Yi does not stop at all. The long and ancient voice is spit out from the mouth of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi. The fluctuating wind element makes the trolls who have always been nervous have a sense of deadly danger.

Even Li Qingcang and others felt a terrible fluctuation from afar. The troll hit the fourth-order magic, and the thick stone skin was smashed. The wound appeared everywhere, but the posture of holding the mace stick clearly wanted to hit the middle-aged head in blue.

But the middle-aged man in Qingyi won't let the troll do this. It's not a joke to be hit on the head.

There are many spells in the mouth, scrolls are thrown out one by one, and various elemental magic blooms in the air. Such a dense attack, even the defense of the trolls does not have the courage to resist.

"Today, for the sake of the treasure, I even lost my family money!" The scrolls were saved by themselves, and they were thrown out like loose water.

However, these scrolls are more than mentioned compared with Dibao. With the obscure spells, strange runes emerge around the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi. It is obscure and weird, mysterious and powerful. With the spread of a spell, dense sweat has flowed out of the middle-aged man's head in Tsing Yi.

Looking at the middle-aged man in Qingyi, Li Qingcang's heart tightened. For a sixth-order king-level strongman, a sixth-order magic will not hurt the source at all, and with this kind of strange fluctuation, and this strange scene, only Li Qingcang has no impression of the seventh-order magic!

The crisp voice sounded, and there were silk cracks on the cyan staff. When he stroked the staff in his hand, there was obviously a trace of heartache on the middle-aged face in the blue suit. This is a sixth-order staff, which is worth no less than the treasure.

"Third Magic: Storm Cut!" The flashing runes were intertwined, and a trace of cyan emerged from nowhere. In an instant, the storm that covered the sky emerged from the sky, and the lethality of the dense wind elements was almost destructive.

The peaks were directly cut into pieces, and the space was also cut into large traces.

Looking at the storm that was cutting everything crazily, a smile finally appeared on the middle-aged pale face in Qingyi: "It's all over!"

In the middle-aged eyes of Qingyi, such a seventh-order magic is used. The enemy has no way to go the next day except death, but the ending will undoubtedly disappoint him!

Dong Dong, a strange impact sounded continuously in the sky, and the sound was made by a troll with a mace. Every time the huge mace bombarded the sky, there was a magnificent earth element hitting the storm.

"Five-order Magic: Guardian of the Earth!" The earth element wrapped around the troll. The egg-shaped earth element firmly protected the troll, but the troll wrapped by the earth still did not stop the movement in his hand. Like the heart beating, the magnificent vitality emerged in the egg-shaped earth element.

The vitality makes the earth elements more and more active, and the storm can't be opened on the protection of the earth. Such a result simply hit the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and the expected result is not like this.

The troll should be turned into fragments under his own blow, but what is in front of him?

You must not let the troll go over and clearly know his limits. If the troll resists it, he will suffer. The golden blood is scattered on the staff, and the cyan crazily circulates on the staff. The sound of the broken staff is continuous.

Boom, the huge storm rose in the twilight. The egg-shaped earth element was bombarded with scars, and the fine earth element floated with the wind, but the earth element that flew out had been cut before any movement, and there was no powder left.

Dong, the sound of the heartbeat of the dull earth is more rapid. More and more vitality appears on the Dome, but under the cutting of the wind element, there is also a lot of lost vitality. The power consumed by such attack and defense is unbearable for even two sixth-order king-level strong men.

But no matter who will let go at this moment, this battle is either you die or I live. Whoever can't hold on will die. Whoever lives will win. The energy of the treasure and the strong body will be possessed by victory, and the benefits are difficult to understand.

Buzzing, the continuous sound sounded. The middle-aged man in Qingyi's whole body was already pale, and even the golden blood was sprinkled a lot. With the continuous infusion of golden blood, the cyan staff suddenly shattered into pieces. In an instant, the wind element had reached a limit, and the posture was good. It's like tearing the world apart.

The crisp voice sounded, and the illusory light curtain suspended in front of Li Qingcang had disappeared, and the dark breath was all torn!