The cold beam of light refracted back and forth in the space, continuously erupting into powerful magic explosions. Bing Zhixie dodged and cast spells in the airflow of the magic explosions to protect himself. The adult silver moonlight dragon slowly raised its head, and took a mouthful of dark blue
The ferocious flames struck down, and the range in the space was limited. The blue light curtain that the dragon's anger impacted at the edge surged back, filling the entire fantasy space.
"Uh ah..." Dense itching and stinging sensations were felt on his skin. Bing Zhixie was burned in the fierce flames. He could resist it with his sealing shield, but the remaining heat radiated by the dragon flames penetrated the ice shell.
Due to the lack of protection, his skin surface showed signs of decay, dullness, and cracks.
Strictly speaking, this was Bing Zhixie's first real battle with a dragon alone, a real one-on-one duel.
"Ice Love·Thousands of Arrows~!"
Magic versus magic, light beam versus ice arrow, Moonlight Dragon let out a low breath, its magic-proof dragon scales stood firm and still despite being struck by thousands of ice arrows, and then a dragon-killing flame bullet hit the high-speed moving target.
Bang~!!
Bing Zhixie's dark blue flames were vibrating, and he slid to the ground. A burst of green smoke came out from his body: "Dragon-killing Flame Bomb, who are you looking down on!?" He slapped the ground with one hand, and he jumped into the gap of the ejected beam.
He rushed up, and ice chains curled around him: "Ice Love..."
The Moonlight Dragon's eyes suddenly dispersed with a fierce light, and a huge array emitting black magical flames buzzed on the ground. Countless shadow flames shot up from the array and burned Bing Zhixie's body, and at the same time disintegrated the magic he was forming.
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"Shadow magic!" Bing Zhixie mentioned again that the magic power sank rapidly from the shadow flames. He felt that his magic power was being consumed violently. At the same time, he felt strange and familiar with the magic around him. Although this was a magic he had never mastered before,
But he was all too familiar with the power of manipulating shadows.
Seventeen or eight condensed beams exploded around him, and he was blasted into the sky by the shock wave. Although this condensed beam will be refracted many times and eventually explode, it has a certain ability to lock and track. As long as it is exploded, it will
It was bombed continuously.
Bing Zhixie exploded with bombs, and finally escaped from the black array with air stepping. He pointed to the center of his eyebrows and activated his magic: "Field..."
The Moonlight Dragon roared in unison, and the crystal-clear and textured light filled the entire space...
In the garden outside the fantasy space, Putist was explaining something to the butler beside him.
"Do you have the guest list with you?"
"Yes, I always carry the list with me." The butler's left hand, which was wearing an emerald ring, flipped over and over, and a small book appeared in his palm. The name and gender of each guest were recorded in the book. Some of the names in it were not
Real name, but still recorded in detail.
"Does the list match the person?" Putist was worried about the person speaking in the guest room, and he had to find out who that person was.
The butler looked in the direction outside the venue, where some of the remaining people who had not participated in the Gate of Illusion were chatting. He said to the manor owner: "I have checked the guest list repeatedly before, and the number of people is the same, but the names cannot be guaranteed to be accurate. Come back now.
There are a lot of foreign guests in the manor, and many of them I don’t know.”
"Can you identify the suspicious person?" Putist knew that his butler had a photographic memory, and only he could find the mysterious person among these people.
"I can only look for it."
Putis nodded.
"Mr. Putist." Someone came down the steps and walked towards him.
Putist greeted her with a smile: "It's Miss Quesiana."
Quesiana's face was solemn. Next to her was a middle-aged man with an oval face, deep nasolabial folds, and a pair of dead fish eyes. She stopped a few steps away and asked: "Mr. Putist, I
I would like to ask, is there a woman named Inaniga among the guests who came to your manor?"
Putist glanced at the butler behind him, who nodded: "There is a woman named Inaniga among the guests."
Quesiana's face became gloomier.
Putist realized that there was a situation and asked: "Is there any dispute between you?"
Quesiana became a little unable to control her emotions. She wanted to speak but her voice was trembling, as if there was something stuck in her throat, and even her breathing became very unnatural.
The man with deep tattoos said in a questioning tone: "Manor Master, don't you know that this woman is from the Prisoner's Gate? Not long ago, didn't you just say that your friend defeated... that Di Kui?
?" When he said the words 'Prisoner's Gate', he found that Quesiana's whole body was tense and every part of her body was trembling, as if she was suppressing the great fear in her heart, and her face turned pale.
Very white.
Putist glanced at the man, and the butler behind him came up and whispered a few words in his ear. Putist said: "It turns out to be Mr. Mozdli of the Sun Dancer."
Mozdli said in a deep voice: "It used to be, but not now. Even before, I was just a guy who was not worth mentioning. Lord of the manor, we respect you, this is your manor, but there are some things that I cannot tolerate.
of."
Putist said: "I understand what you mean. There is enmity between you, and this enmity is so great that it is irreconcilable."
"Yes, I hope that if we do anything in the manor, it will not cause displeasure to you, the owner of the manor."
"Ha." Putist laughed, turned his back and said, "Even if you were a Sun Dancer, I still advise you not to do such a thing."
Mozdli asked: "Is there more than one person here at the Prisoner's Gate, or does the owner of the manor not want me to use force here?"
Putist said: "Both."
Mozdli's face darkened: "Putiste Manor is one of the top celebrity families in the mainland. How can such a filthy and evil person be allowed to stay in the manor? All the members of the Prisoner's Gate are on the criminal list!"
Putist said: "People in the world will have grudges to some extent. I also paid for the establishment of the black list, but the people who have been housed in my manor, the guests who have been here, the murderers, the black list
There are more than one or two. My principle is very simple. Your hatred is your hatred. Even if there is a blood feud between you, you can still be a guest in the manor, and you can also be my friend. Now it doesn’t matter whether you are my friend or not.
, as a guest of the manor, and as the host, I would like to kindly advise you two, if it is just the two of you, it is best not to do anything here, because the person who defeated the prisoner Di Kui is the same as the Inaniga you mentioned.
A group of people. Are you confident that your strength is superior to that of Hatokashi Jay?"
Mozdli was startled, this was something they never expected.