Guo Lin was very low-key. He only controlled his speed to the level of the master's level, but he still made the four magicians on the field mess up.
Guo Lin rushed to the front of the man. A playful laughter came from under the hat, and then a faint voice came out: "Zhenbingbo." Suddenly, the big man showed a look of horror on his face, because he felt that when the man in the hat shouted Zhenbingbo, the air around him suddenly became cold, and his feet were nailed to the spot in the next second, and he could not break free without force.
With a "bang", the corpse spirit's claws fell down and pierced his chest that could not be avoided. The last thing he saw was the three-meter-high monster, with its fangs that were wide open when it roared.
All of this is described in many ways, but in fact it is completed in the flash. The ice wave and the corpse spirit's claws fell almost at the same time.
The summoners can still fight like this? Not only them, but even the people who had been paying attention to the man in the hat in the audience also shouted in surprise.
The most common low-grade magic, the Ice Wave, can exert such great power in the hands of the summoner. Combined with his magic pet, it is simply a killer weapon.
The horse-faced man almost avoided Guo Lin's fireball and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The temperature of the flame ball was so high that he was scary that he was panicking. It was so exaggerated. The horse-faced swears that he had never seen such a powerful fireball technique in his life, but it was used by a waste-like summoner.
Of course, he didn't know that Guo Lin's attack was just a faking and scaring him. Otherwise, how could he let him take it over?
Ma Fang immediately stopped his teammate who continued to attack the corpse spirit and said, "Don't worry about the corpse spirit for now, kill him. Don't let him get close, don't let him use the shaking ice wave." After that, he raised his hand and slashed at Guo Lin. The other two looked at him, lying on the ground, lifeless brother, was scared. Then they recited the magic together and greeted Guo Lin in one go.
"A mid-level mage, a primary mage, and a high-level mage." Under the hat, Guo Lin smiled coldly. His body turned into a black lightning, quickly avoiding the opponent's attack.
The next second, the Zhenbing Wave exploded among the three of them with the white light of death. The mid-level mage's face was farther away. The other two were not so lucky in class, and they were frozen in place at the same time. In an instant, the two looked pale.
"Go away quickly, use the teleportation scroll." Ma's face shouted, but it was too late. Because he was shocked by Guo Lin's sudden body speed, he did not expect to escape immediately.
Two "Ao" sounds, the corpse spirit opened the magic mouth, and the three-foot-long fangs bit off the head of the high-level magician in one bite. The other first-level mage who hurriedly took out the teleportation scroll was also seriously injured under the powerful and powerful magic claws of the two corpse spirits. The teleportation scroll escaped and flew out.
He still had a trace of fantasy in his heart. He knew that the Zhenbing Wave could freeze a person with one level lower than himself for three seconds. Of course, the bigger the gap in strength, the longer the freezing time. Of course, he did not think that this summoner had the strength of a mage. Most people who practiced a useless profession like a summoner have very poor talent. How could they reach the mage level?
At the critical moment, the potential of this early-level mage exploded. The mental power of the whole body transformed into hot magic power in an instant, rushing to the frozen legs, hoping to thaw in the shortest time.
But it was useless. No matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. The cold coldness penetrated deep into his bones, making his legs numb.
"Ao!" Two more sounds, the next two palms of the corpse spirit sent the initial mage who had a poor expression to hell.
The first-level mage was slapped to death by the corpse spirit, and blood splattered everywhere. However, the man with a hat that was close to him did not touch a drop. When he discovered this, the man with a horse-faced face immediately turned extremely ugly.
The summoner in front of him was unexpectedly powerful. His speed was very fast, and he could actually avoid three magic tricks in an instant. This was quite a distortion. You know, although flame magic is easy to avoid, it is difficult to avoid thunder magic.
What do you do next? All three brothers died at the hands of the summoner, and the eldest brother was fighting fiercely. If he just left them and ran away, could he still gain a foothold in the Brown Mountains?
The answer is no. He stared at the man in the hat with vigilance, and slowly turned his head and cast a fierce and hostile corpse spirit at himself. To be honest, as a mid-level mage, he did not take the corpse spirit seriously. As long as he gave him enough time, he could kill these two corpse spirits alone. However, now he suddenly became very afraid of the man in the hat. Judging from the brothers who could freeze his first-level mage with the Zhenbing Wave just now, his strength is at least the same as himself, the intermediate-level mage.
If this is the case, Ma Fang is not afraid. What he is worried about is that the man in the hat has been hiding his strength. If his shaking wave can freeze himself, then he will be in danger today. Looking at the man in the hat who is slowly walking towards him, suddenly, Ma Fang feels chest tightness and shortness of breath. It seems that there is a huge aura that presses him, making him unable to breathe.
Ma Fang held the Thunder Staff in one hand, and secretly took out a teleportation scroll from his arms with the other hand, just in case.
"Are you afraid?" A jokey voice came from under the hat. As he walked slowly, the horse's face slowly retreated, and he was sweating profusely. In his heart, there was a fear of the unknown.
"I'm afraid of you grandma." Ma's face turned red and moved quickly, leaving a faint afterimage on the spot. With a "his...", a slight white light flashed out from his thunder staff, and then turned into a ray of lightning and struck the head of the man in the hat. However, the one hit was the afterimage of the man in the hat.
Seeing this scene, an exclamation broke out in the audience: "He avoided the thunder magic again, Oh my God. It's so fast. I didn't see it."
In Zhao Fei's eyes, there was only a man in the hat on the battlefield. From the beginning to now, she had her attention on him. She saw that the man in the hat killed the high-level warrior from the hat, and then cooperated with the corpse spirit to kill two magicians, and then used his momentum to suppress the intermediate-level mage.
She didn't think this was the full strength of a man with a black robe and hat. Judging from his skillful skills in avoiding thunder magic, he was at least at a high level in the mage. But how strong is he?
"Wang Zhuoyue, look at how strong he is?" Zhao Fei asked beside him, leaning against the wall, holding his hands in his chest, narrowing his eyes into a line, and looking at Wang Zhuoyue, who was also looking at the man in the hat.
Wang Zhuoyue glanced at Zhao Fei, then turned his eyes to the stage and said, "It's hard to say, it's better. But is he really just a summoner?"
"Yeah? What does it mean?" Zhao Fei suddenly turned his head, but saw Wang Zhuoyue's thoughtful look.