The spell of zuò is derived from the ancient magic "killing people like ya" and the derived magic "killing people like mowing grass" and "killing people like mowing wheat", which means that killing people is like mowing grass or cutting wheat. It is a mass destructive spell and is often used by wizards on the battlefield to fight enemies.
Just like now.
The huge figure hanging in the air recited this spell in a hoarse and cold voice, and the target included all the hunters of the school and the three-pointed sword. The wide robe quietly blew over the heads of everyone, dividing the entire battlefield into two distinct parts, half day and half night, and those sharp murderous intents were constantly pouring out from the night.
When the last syllable of the spell falls.
A series of thin black lines floated out of the rich night, messy, as if weeds thrown into the air by people, without any weight.
One of the thin lines seemed to fly in the wrong direction, drifting towards the pyramid building that had already landed, and then passed through the spire without any obstacles.
Silk.
Accompanied by a gentle and pleasant sound, the pyramid, which was previously unscathed under the crazy attack of the wizards, silently slid from the tower body, the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, and colorful magic nodes flashed at the edges. It seemed that the magic power flowing in the tower body had not yet reacted to what had happened.
puff.
Several golden talisman bullets that shot towards the huge figure also passed through the black lines, making a light sound like a broken soap bubble. The golden bullet marks that were originally as thin as hair were cut into thinner halves, like a withered flower, with petals hanging weakly in the night.
There are also spells shot by wizards.
And the magic circles they set up on the battlefield.
The thin black lines were like the scalpel in the doctor's hand, cutting everything in this small piece of world accurately and carefully. The sound of beeping waves came from the air, like strings breaking. It was the sound of various magic arrays, array plates and spells shattering set up by the wizards on the battlefield in advance.
Is this the mowing of grass?
This thought suddenly appeared in Zheng Qing's mind, curled up on the ground. A few seconds ago, the talisman he tried to inspire Lao Yao to reward, but because the magic backlash had not yet been dissolved, it curled into a ball of pain and could not even say a word. He could only hold his head and hiss and suck the cold air.
It was also because he got used to headaches since he was a child, so he did not faint from such recklessness.
Out of the corner of his eyes, the assistant coaches of the Red Living Hunting Team who were blocking not far from the Youzui Hunting Team desperately smashed out guardian magic, but could not stop the slender black lines from slowly falling. The chopped spells bloomed in the air with dazzling colors, and then gradually became silent in the increasingly dark night.
The wizards scattered around the battlefield fought desperately, quietly resisting, silently waiting for the powerful spell to slowly arrive. No one screamed, no one begged for mercy, and no last words.
Just as the sun sets, the day disappears and turns into night.
Everything happened silently.
"Don't give up!"
The captain of the Red Purchase Hunting Team stood at the edge of the junction of night and daylight, and a clear voice suddenly rang out on this battlefield: "If you can run, run away, don't give up... This is the first university!"
Bang! Bang!
Every time she said a word, she pulled the trigger. The talisman she treasured in her daily life seemed to be free of money, and she was squandered and had few results, but she showed no sign of discouragement. She was like an agile antelope, stepping on her tiny footsteps, jumping flexibly in a narrow range.
Although her efforts continued to hit the spells slowly falling on her head, they could slightly deflect the black thin lines. But because of her struggle, more and more black thin lines surged out of the night and floated towards her.
Zheng Qing held the talisman gun with one hand and the talisman scroll with the other, trying to sit up.
It will take another thirty seconds, at least thirty seconds before he can mobilize a trace of magic. With that twilight magic, he can recite spells and release the green snake hidden in the ears; he can pull the trigger on the talisman gun and shoot the blood talisman bullet in the magazine; he can try to open the magic book full of the forbidden spell starting style, etc. No matter which one, at least it will not be as flesh as you are now.
Without that magic power, he could not even crush the body-protecting jade talisman left to him by Su Shijun.
For a moment, Zheng Qing regretted putting away the beads and double-headed minoxue in advance.
After Yu Sui launched the second-level battle formation, in order to avoid the damage of these treasures, and because their roles were less and less, Zheng Qing took them back. If the alchemy dolls and the Taurus were still present, at least they could drag everyone to retreat to the edge of the battlefield.
Thirty seconds.
It only takes thirty seconds!
The young public student looked desperately and helplessly at the thin black lines intertwined like spider webs, sliding towards the captain of the Red Practice Hunting Team who was blocking the front. Seeing the talisman gun in the witch's hand being cut into pieces from the muzzle, he let out a roar in his throat, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to see what happened next.
A pair of powerful hands helped him up from behind.
"Can you stand up?"
A familiar voice rang in the young wizard's ear: "Magic backlash? Well, wait, I seem to have a little bit of La Plata water..."
Zheng Qing turned his head hard and felt that his neck seemed to be twisted by himself. Then he saw a pair of green eyes and a familiar face.
"Thomas!" The boy's voice was a little hoarse.
"Don't be excited, this is not good for soothing the magic backlash." The instructor who once brought him into the school pressed his shoulder, took out a small bottle of clear liquid from his pocket, and signaled: "Drink it quickly..."
"you……"
"I have said a long time ago that there will always be endless troubles to deal with where this kid is!" Another familiar voice also came, with resentment in his voice: "It's obviously the holiday, but it won't stop!"
Without looking back, Zheng Qing had already imagined a face with a careless face with a nose ring on his face. He twisted his head to the other side, and sure enough.
"I heard you are catching crows?" Perhaps because he noticed the witch's gaze, Hilda's assistant coach rolled his eyes and mocked: "Why didn't the Three-pointed Sword catch you? I think you are the biggest crow in the school!"
"Why are you..."
"Why are we here so soon?" Thomas seemed to guess the boy's confusion, smiled slightly, looked up and said: "Thank the blessing of the old Watley, his magic cut off the space anchor that locked the entire battlefield... and provided us with great convenience."
Zheng Qing looked up following the assistant's gaze.
Only then did I realize that a small hill of light golden color floated above them at some point, transforming into a huge phantom of the golden mountain, covering all the wizards. After the thin black lines floating from the night fell on the phantom of the golden mountain, they dissipated like light sluts, without causing a slight sensation.