The battle between Venerable Gaowuzhe and the purple-robed psychic ended first. The lake on the north side calmed down. The old monk sat down cross-legged and adjusted his breath. He gradually stopped bleeding from his right arm. His slack eyelids closed and opened. He was always paying attention. Movements on the field.
As the necromancer Bedo fell, seventeen sea anemones sank to the bottom of the water with a roar. The brothers of the Brotherhood lost their footing and had to jump to the broken pillar to stabilize themselves. The battle situation was brought back to the same level. Starting line. "This is a good opportunity," Zalin thought while suspended under the water. He used dozens of pairs of eyes at the same time to look at the ferocious ancestral creature above his head. After the mutation, the half-elf archer could shoot invisible flying arrows by raising his hand. .The strength is amazing. It is really difficult to deal with. "Are you going to use that trick?" he thought hesitantly.
"Get out, you bastard." Ailitan roared loudly, throwing high-pressure air bombs everywhere. There was a loud explosion, and tall water columns came up one after another. "Do you think you can just give up after forcing me to look like this? Come out. .coward."
The water surface rippled. The half-elf archer keenly caught the subtle fluctuations. He raised his hand and hit a series of air bombs, causing the lake water to splash. A tattered head rose from the lake. It quickly restored its shape. Two, three. , four...sixteen faceless heads appeared one after another, forming a circle around the enemy. "Let's do this again...beat you completely to pieces." Ailitan opened her fingers and fired fiercely. Each of her Each fingertip has tiny holes made of hard bones. Air is sucked in from the elbow. After being pressurized by the muscles, it is ejected from the fingertips, forming a slender high-speed air bomb. The "atavistic" form of the half-elf is ever-changing. Most memberships It acquires the fighting ability of some kind of beast by changing its form. Airitan's air bombs should be the special function of some kind of predator that climbed to the top of the food chain in ancient times.
"Papa, papa, paa..." Sixteen figures were beaten with holes. But they were immediately reborn at an alarming speed. Their bodies were completely revealed from the lake water. It turned out that the sixteen clones were holding hands with each other to form a new shape. A ring. This is the unique secret of Zha, "The Equal Law Paper-cut Painting". It is named after a folk custom in the Eastern Continent. The paper figures cut from red paper are like this, holding hands in a long series. At this time The sixteen clones of the body do not distribute the energy balls evenly. Instead, they share a 100% energy core. This round ball moves rapidly between the sixteen bodies and maintains the operation of the sixteen bodies at the same time. This This structure can enable each injured body to recover quickly. It can also maintain the overall combat command and judgment ability to the greatest extent. It is like one brain commanding sixteen bodies. But at the same time, the risk is doubled. Once This energy ball was hit head-on. What awaited it would be complete death.
"What the hell..." After casting a round of air bombs, the festering figure returned to its human form in a blink of an eye. Airitan screamed angrily. His legs, covered with scales, squatted down and suddenly bounced up. His figure was like a Green arrows shot into the sky. But the half-elf archer's eyesight dimmed. The ghostly "Paper-cuttings of the Law of Wellness" held hands and jumped high with him. The encirclement circle continued to shrink.
The corner of Ailitan's mouth suddenly raised, and his fangs shone with a cold light: "You stupid thing. You can't dodge it now... In the name of the Ice and Snow King Sardi... Secret Arrow·Liubo." That pattern The exquisite long bow returned to her hands at some unknown time. The half-elf archer unstrung the bowstring. The bowstring vibrated slightly, but no arrows were shot. Light cyan ripples appeared in the void around her. The ripples that could cut off everything expanded rapidly. .turn into a halo that tears apart the twilight.
Jonah turned around in shock and looked at the strange scene in the sky. He was very familiar with this move. During the battle in the Miracle Grassland, Sibi used the secret arrow wave to defeat the first offensive of the Zhawi Cavalry Regiment. Unexpectedly, The enemy in front of him can use the same secret arrow as the little grasshopper. But the astrologer has no time to think about it. In front of him, in the square of the Mausoleum of Prince Moro, Asai is wielding Kurigara and fighting with Nandi, the god of bulls. What kind of battle was this? The bull's huge body crushed the building like a toy. Nandi, who was hanging in the air, raised his forehead. The invisible giant horn plowed two terrifying deep ravines on the marble floor. "Ah. "The Oriental man jumped up high to avoid the blow. The long sword slashed down. Black flames ignited. "Boom." The gravel flew and the ground dug into a horn-shaped outline. The forehead of the Bull God was also covered in black flames. Ignite. The Demon God General roared angrily. He raised his front hooves high and prepared to make a thunderous trample.
"Streaming light." Jonah finally released the attacking star array. The six-point starlight danced away. "Boom. Boom." The two star flowers exploded violently on Nandi's front hooves. The huge bull was knocked back by the impact. It suddenly fell onto the square, crushing an exquisite marble trestle. However, the other four star flowers failed to explode. Four beams of aqua-blue light appeared in the sky, hitting the star flowers accurately. "Chi..." contains The stream of terrifying power actually went out. "What?" the astrologer screamed. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
"Don't take action. I'll do it. Runa, the God of the Ocean, is the nemesis of all legal professions." Asai yelled and rushed forward with his sword.
This is the sun that has sunk into the towering west wall of the city of Maharaja. The dusk is dimming. Night is about to fall. Jonah knows what he has to do. He picks up a piece of gravel and dips it in the blood of someone who doesn't know who it belongs to to draw a star. The outline of the formation. Then he embedded the simple star formation on the top of the staff. He held up Sila Fina and plucked the star string. The light spread all over the Mausoleum of Prince Moro. The battle stopped for a second because of him. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily fascinated. Attracted by the bright orange light...and of course the glowing boy holding up the star array.
"What are you doing?" Zuta swung his knife to cut the enemy's axe. He turned around and cursed: "You will be sniped by the enemy. Extinguish it quickly."
"This is what I can do. I must..." He trailed off. A sneak attack from an unknown source hit the defensive magic circle. Jonah staggered back two steps to stabilize his body. The spherical defensive array appeared and disappeared. ."...I must make a contribution." He completed this sentence persistently.
At the same time that Airitan was casting the Secret Arrow Wave in the sky, Zha also changed the form of the "Paper-cut Painting of the Law of the Average". The number of clones suddenly increased to the maximum of 128 people. The ring became very wide, like a black ribbon. Twisting in the air, she avoided the frontal attack of the secret arrow. "What the hell is this..." As soon as the half-elf cursed, the circle suddenly shrank into a small circle of 8 people, tightly wrapping her in the center. As she landed together, Ailitan had just stood firm on a section of the bridge. The circle shrank to four people. The terrifying humanoid figure with blurry faces almost tightly held her in the center. "Damn it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh help me to stop them." She fired air bombs wildly. The figure was beaten to pieces again and again, and quickly returned to its human form. In the end, only two people were left in the paper-cut painting. The two clones held hands one after another and strangled Airitan's neck. The arms were in the air. It kept tightening. The half-elf twisted his body crazily. The bone spurs on his body severely cut the humanoid shape again and again. Keza recovered again and again as if nothing had happened. A gurgling sound came from his throat. Airitan could no longer take in a breath of precious air. . She looked at the blurry face so close with fear. "You are a good enemy." Zarin said softly. "But you are not a good woman."
The neck bones made a crisp sound. Airitan's body suddenly weakened. The scales, fangs and tail disappeared. The unconscious half-elf returned to its original shape. The one who fell to the ground looked like a pretty and pitiful woman in green. There was no pity in Danza's eyes. "Is it too much consumption..." The bloodline heir who transformed into Yi touched his chest with his hand. The transformed facial features and clothing looked very rough. He had very little power left. .
"Phew." It was as if a breeze blew by. The entire body suddenly disappeared. Only the two remaining soles on the ground showed traces of the owner's past existence. But soon, the two feet turned into fine powder with the wind. Sprinkling lightly into the lake, Zha completely disappeared from this world. Thirty yards behind him, Mrs. Selfina, wearing a green dress, lowered her right hand. The fingertips painted with red cocoa still retained the gleaming afterglow of magic.
"Prick." Yona screamed in pain after witnessing everything. Was it space magic? But he did not see the white light of space magic. What kind of attack did this terrible woman make? The astrologer immediately groped in the deerskin bag. .He needs the help of the moonlight elves who are proficient in space magic. But the sealed magic jar does not respond. This morning, he has summoned the little boy once in the barrier of the Kurigara headquarters. "Damn it..." He bit tightly. Teeth.
Venerable Gaowuze stood up and looked at Mrs. Serfina from a distance. The woman in green was walking on the lake. This time, there were no seventeen sea anemones under her feet. Instead, the hem of her floor-length skirt was None of them were wet. "Let's do it once and for all." The old monk whispered tiredly. "Ancestral Pagoda. Move back."
Zuta carried out the instructions without hesitation. He jumped five yards on his toes. The air in front of him was slightly turbulent. It was like someone had dropped a heavy drop of mercury into the clear water air. "What are you doing? In the samurai Retreating in a decisive battle is an act of surrender. On behalf of myself, I make a solemn protest and solemn condemnation to you..." the double-axe warrior said angrily.
"Idiot. Shut up." A mysterious symbol appeared on Madam Serfina's fingertips. She glared at Afansha. The warrior immediately shrank his neck and stood still on the broken pillar.
Venerable Gaowuzhe took a step forward. Just as his left foot was about to sink into the water, a golden marrow-eating ghost emerged from the bottom of the lake and held the master's sole. The old monk took another step forward with his right foot. This time, the black ghoul took over. Bearing the weight of the master, Venerable Gaowuzhe walked slowly and step by step to the side of the ancestral tower. He said with a bit of helplessness: "Well, I guess it won't end well this time."
"I have realized it a long time ago. I can only buy time and let the braided swordsman find a way out." Ying Jialan looked back at the square where the battle was fierce.
A smile appeared on Lady Serphina's face, floating like a ghost on the lake.