Chapter 401 Accumulated Ultimate Move

The sudden magic missile attack was able to push me back a few steps. However, it was only a few steps. Soon, I woke up from the sudden surprise of the surprise attack. I flipped it around and started to target the magic on the opposite side. The teacher, with his peripheral vision, was still paying attention to the young archer who was still capable of fighting.

Magic missiles are almost ineffective to me, unless they are large in number and attack intensively.

The magician in front of me obviously couldn't do this, so while cutting off the magic missiles, I could still observe his image at leisure. Oh, no, it should be her image.

For some reason, I have a vague misconception that this woman is somewhat similar to Yura. Although she does not have a poker face, and her expressions are even very rich, but from her every move, the moment she waves her hand and releases the magic missile, it is always... I can feel Yura's shadow.

Could this woman be a relative of Yura?

I thought so.

At this moment, the young archer on the side took action.

He fully drew the string of his strong bow, and at the same time, the arrow on the string began to condense with light blue light.

By the way, why are there only blue and red?

Does he only know three types of magic: wind, ice and fire?

Okay, I admit, an archer who knows three kinds of magic is already very powerful. It’s so fucking awesome that I still can’t even know one kind of magic!

The moment the feather arrow was shot, the magic missile on the magician's side seemed to pause for an instant.

I thought this magician was a very moral guy, at least he understood the sacred rules of duel, but I was wrong, I was deeply wrong.

Before the arrow was fired, I glanced at the magician. The woman did not move, but on the head of the magic wand she held, a group of red things was slowly condensing. Even from afar, I can still feel that the power contained in this red magic is many times more than that of a magic missile!

This and that is leaving room for us to fight in a duel. This is basically accumulating strength and preparing to amplify, okay?

In the shadow of the past, after a certain madman tortured me, he once said to me arrogantly: Don't underestimate any of the magician's ultimate moves, especially the ones that take a long time to charge and are troublesome to use.

I have always kept these words in mind. I have rarely encountered similar situations in so many years, but I encountered them today.

I grinned, stopped playing around, aimed at the arrow, and struck it directly. With just a wave of my hand, the arrow was divided into two equal parts from the tip to the tail.

The light blue magic attached to it also turned into two weaker parts after the arrows were separated, and they shot towards the ground on both sides of me, making a burst of ice fragments.

Ha, it turns out to be ice magic.

Just when I was about to step forward and interrupt the magician's chanting, the annoying young archer next to me fired a series of painful arrows again.

Although these arrows will not cause any harm to me, they make me feel very troubled. To a certain extent, they will hinder my idea of ​​interrupting the magician's chanting. This is very unpleasant, and even for a time, I I want to awaken the murderous intention and kill this annoying young man directly.

Finally, the depressing chanting came to an end. On the head of the magic wand, a falcon with its whole body ignited with flames roared low, flapping its half-meter-long wings filled with dots of flames, using a pair of Sharp red eyes, staring at me.

I wipe

Unable to help it, I let out a low curse.

Very good, really good, it is magic made by simulating birds!

This kind of magic has a particularly urinary characteristic. Once it locks onto a target, it will pursue it fiercely and fight to the death. The most annoying thing is that it knows how to avoid blind spots and bypass obstacles while chasing the target. , is an absolute targeted strike, as the saying goes, hit wherever it goes, that's what it says!

At the same time, I can also verify one thing - this woman is definitely stronger than Yura, and much stronger!

What a worry.

I sighed and thought to myself: Just looking for a canteen, I met a group of simple-minded teases on the way, and what followed was a tease who only had looks and no brains. He treated me indiscriminately. It was just a random shooting, and just when I was about to subdue this guy, out of nowhere, another tease popped out, and this was a pretty powerful tease!

God of Creation, this damn heroic guild is just a funny gang that combines all kinds of funny things!

I really want to scream to the sky, complain to the God of Creation, and scold these human beings he created for being such weird and funny creatures.

However, the magician woman opposite did not intend to give me this opportunity.

With the tip of the staff a little bit, the falcon surged in like a sharp arrow, drawing a long line of flame.

Can ordinary attacks or defenses be used to withstand the damage of this flame falcon?

I muttered to myself.

As the falcon approached, the burning sensation emitted by the flames on its body also hit the face.

In the flame falcon's red eyes, I could only see burning and pain. This was the most real feeling fed back to me at the moment when the flame came into contact with the skin.

Well.

It seems a bit exaggerated.

The burning sensation, along with the severe pain caused by the burning, made me frown.

However, this searing burning was only a drop in the bucket compared to the heart-stopping sea of ​​fire encountered in the cracked space.

But, it still hurts and I suffer.

Naotachi was held horizontally in front of him, and his left hand was resting on the back of the sword, colliding with the falcon burning with blazing flames.

The explosive force made me take two steps back. At the same time, a surging force kept pushing on my blade, transmitting bursts of hot heat from the blade to the guard, and then spread to my body. , the skin is burning with pain.

wipe!

I frowned, resisting the scorching heat. At the same time, I was still resisting the force of the collision. The remaining heat of the Flame Falcon formed a semicircle and enveloped my body. Soon, I could feel There was that burning pain all over my body.

I heard a crisp sound in my ears, and that annoying archer actually launched an attack on me again. However, due to the problem of burning flames, I couldn't see clearly the trajectory of the arrow through the vague flames, but it didn't matter. As long as I don't hit the head or the heart, I'm confident that I can recover as before in a very short time.

However, for almost more than a second, the arrow still didn't strike. I turned my head curiously, and then I discovered that a burnt black wooden stick fell next to my feet.

So that’s it.

I said: The flames surrounding me dispersed the force of the incoming arrow, and at the same time burned the arrow into a black stick. Haha, it was really a blessing in disguise.