Chapter 53 Impersonating a Little Swordsman

Housard was overjoyed and said, it seemed that this was the limit of the little swordsman. If the broken light magic had been faster... Thinking of this, Hosd's pale face showed a cold smile.

"Die! Broken light!" Hosd, waved his palm gently. A more rapid shattered light magic is about to form.

Ling Li stood motionless and stood ten meters away from the magician, staring at every action of the light magician. The iron sword has been "broken" in his hand. Since it is difficult to avoid, let's fight head-on. The light blue light is full of the sword body.

Ling's face was cold, and a white light came rapidly in his pupils at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Drink!" Ling Qian moved, and the iron sword "broken" with a blue light and stabbed forward. Ling Wei raised the speed to the limit, leaving a remnant behind him.

"Ding", in Hosd's frightened eyes, when the broken light magic touched the rusty sword in the teenager's hand, it directly turned into a little light and dissipated in the air. After Ling Wei broke the magic of shattered light, the sensitive power in the meridians burst out again, and his body also turned into a blue streamer and went straight to Hosd.

Ling's body is like the wind, and the "broken" sword stabs forward without skill!

Housd, who did not dare to shake the swordsman's close blow, quickly withdrew and flew back. As a 12th-level light magician, although his body is not as good as that of a swordsman at the same level, he is also agile. So in the playground, everyone was shocked to see a strange scene. A five-level swordsman actually chased the twelve-level magician. And the magician couldn't make any space to fight back.

Horsed was angry when he was so embarrassed by such a low-level swordsman. Broken..." As soon as the broken words were spit out, Hosd only felt a chill in his left arm, followed by hot pain and passed into the brain along the nervous system. The light magician gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and a glimmer of light came from his fingers.

Ling Li was shocked and quickly stopped the sword and retreated. However, at such a close distance, the shattered light magic used by the light magician, which is already good at casting speed, is so easy to avoid.

Ling Li's right arm shook, and the blue and white swordsman's robe on his body tore apart under the impact of magic energy. Finally, Ling Li lost his balance and fell to the ground heavily.

Looking at his mage's robe stained red with blood, Hosd was angry and shocked. This is not an ordinary mage robe. As a mage robe made of second-level warcraft silkworm and with first-class defense magic, its defense ability is quite good. Hosder also spent a lot of money to buy it from the auction house.

Compared with strong melee professions, magicians need foreign objects to improve their physical defense ability. Before being promoted to the holy level to learn the defensive magic of the holy level, they can only rely on the defense of the magic weapon or the magic robe itself. There is no way. Who made the magician system weak?

Because of their physique, in order not to affect their mobility in battle, magicians generally only wear the lightest mage robes.

So in order to make up for this defect, those economically powerful magicians will spend money to buy mage robes made of advanced materials. On the other hand, only holy magicians have the ability to add defensive magic to clothes or other armor.

Looking at the young swordsman who stood up slowly from the ground with a disdainful look on his face, Hosd was really angry.

One-on-one? Who is still one-on-one with you? Hosder guessed that the young swordsman in the blue and white swordsman's robe in front of him must have used some unknown method to hide his own strength. How can such a powerful swordsman be only level 5? He can force himself to be embarrassed, at least level 10, right?

Thinking of this, Hosd was very lucky. Fortunately, I found the conspiracy of this despicable swordsman in advance, otherwise I wouldn't know how to die today. Hosd, cautiously stepped back a few steps and distanced himself from Ling Li. The pale face was the fierce look of the light magician. He turned his head slightly and looked at the row of enemies with varying strength behind Ling Li. Hosder made a plan in his heart.

"Swordsman, aren't you afraid of people's ridicule when you act like this?" Hosd said.

Ling didn't know that the contact just now left an unforgettable shadow on Hosd, which made him dare not continue to fight alone with himself. Hosde's broken light just now was really powerful. It shattered most of the clothes, and there was a faint pain in his chest. However, Ling Wei couldn't understand Hosd's inexplic words and only looked coldly at Hosd.

"Obviously, he is the strength of a swordsman, but he pretends to be a little swordsman." Hosd began again. He was very satisfied with his conspiracy to "puncture" Ling Li in public, and his sense of achievement of self-deception also soared.

Ling Li smiled, and he finally understood what Hosd meant. The original look at Hosd was more pitiful in public. Ling Wei did not refute, and he disdained to refute. In terms of his own strength, he is indeed approaching the average level of a ten-level swordsman.

"Pray your disgusting eyes in front of the most loyal believers of the great Creator." That pitiful look deeply pierced the proud heart of the twelve-level light magician.

"He, the robber also delivered the creator?" Ten meters behind Ling Li, his foot seemed to talk to himself, but his voice clearly came to the ears of every mountain thief on the Red Mountain Ridge. The creator, the only god of Nofa, is wise, wise and powerful. He created Nofa, drove away the darkness, and sprinkled boundless light and hope. He is a well-deserved spiritual belief in the heart of every legal person, although he has not come to the world for millions of years.

"Shut up!" If the compassionate eyes of the young swordsman in front of him is a sharp weapon inserted into Hosd's heart, then the words of the green-haired magic teenager are more like holding a sharp weapon handle and stirring hard in the depths of his heart.

"This is the end of the game! Guys, come on together and kill them." Hosder gave the order. Sure enough, he was a thief, promising to be as frivolous and ethereal as the gas released by the anus.

Starting from the scuffle, looking at the more than 40 thieves surrounded, Ling Li jumped directly out of the encirclement and retreated to the front of Ling Li's team. There is no hope. Ling Li's first thought of protecting the mage behind him and his fellow priest.

"Haha! In this case, don't blame me for being rude. Kate smiled cheerfully, took a step, and stood in front of everyone side by side with Ling. The frost axe was across her chest, and a trace of cold breath dispersed from it.

The three Kate brothers looked at each other and walked out on both sides. As three of them, who are all level 8, although there are many enemies in front of them, as long as there is a spiritual pillar Kate, they are invincible. The white light flashed, and the three of them had silver tomahawks in their hands, shining brightly. It was after the extermination of the holy demon that Ling Yu gave the other three battle axes to Kate.

Chen Daniu, dressed in iron pimples, smiled, raised his long gun, took a step horizontally, and blocked the green-shirted girl Chen Er behind him. Two thieves, Ashou and Ruier, stood firmly on the tail of the team. Everyone tacitly blocked the four magicians, Ling Hui, Xinghuo, Ajiao and Chen Er, Qin Si and Yueyi.

"It's interesting." Hosder's pale face revealed grimness. Indeed, as Afoot said, he also deserves to be a believer of the heir? If the creator knows that he has such a believer, a mountain thief who has no magician style except for using light magic. After a million years, he can't help coming to the world again to punish this lost person. Maybe you just need to sneeze, and Hosd will disappear.

Hosd's eyes flashed a wisp of holy light that was completely inconsistent with the sinisterness, and then he sang the light spell. At this time, the grimness on his face finally receded, and his pale face rarely showed a trace of righteousness that was incompatible with his identity. The light of dust!"