Beast Summoner

"Are you going to protect him no matter what?" The middle-aged man in black did not answer the old man's words, but asked in a cold voice.

"If you insist on giving yourself a reason, then I will give you one. I will bail him out!" The old man curled his lips disdainfully and sneered.

In the eyes of the old man, the middle-aged man in black is really a bit ridiculous. He is obviously here to find him, but for some reason he dare not admit it and has to find a lame excuse. Since he has to fight after all, then he will give it to him.

He's fine.

"Bao Ding? Humph! I want to see how you protect yourself!" The middle-aged man in black snorted coldly, and the purple fighting spirit shot towards Li Zhenbang from his fingertips again. But this time it was not a burst of fighting spirit, but every

Every finger shot out a streak of fighting spirit.

A total of ten rays of purple fighting spirit were shot towards Li Zhenbang's body. Even if only one of these ten rays of fighting spirit hit Li Zhenbang, Li Zhenbang would not be able to recover.

Seeing the ten attacks of fighting spirit, Li Zhenbang felt somewhat panicked. He could not resist any fighting spirit now. He could only count on the old man to take action.

However, this is the fighting spirit released by the ten holy warriors. Even if the old man takes action, Li Zhenbang is not very sure. After all, the old man is neither a holy magician nor a holy warrior, he is just a summoner.

The old man looked at the ten oncoming Dou Qi with a solemn expression, stretched out his left hand, palm facing outward, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Shield!"

A golden shield made of golden magic elements appeared out of thin air in front of the old man, blocking the path of ten vindictive spirits.

"Chi..." The ten strands of Dou Qi collided with the golden shield, making a sound like a soldering iron being immersed in water.

The golden shield did not block the ten rays of fighting spirit. After only blocking it for a moment, the fighting spirit penetrated the golden shield and continued to shoot towards Li Zhenbang, but the speed and energy were slightly attenuated.

"Shield!" The old man looked calm and continued to speak in a deep voice. He was not affected by the fighting spirit breaking through the shield at all, as if he had expected the fighting spirit to break through the shield.

What surprised Li Zhenbang was that this time the old man summoned not the big shield just now, but ten palm-sized golden shields, each shield about ten centimeters thick.

"Chi..." Dou Qi and the golden shield collided again.

After the fighting spirit and the golden shield collided together, the golden shield was not instantly pierced by the fighting spirit this time. The fighting spirit was struggling to impact the golden shield, and the golden shield shone with golden light, trying its best to resist the penetration of the fighting spirit.

At this time, the purple fighting spirit and the golden shield are actually fighting to see who can't bear it first. It's like using the sharpest spear to pierce the strongest shield. It depends on whether the fighting spirit is sharper or the shield is stronger.

A little stronger.

The golden shield was pierced bit by bit by the purple fighting spirit, and at the same time, the purple fighting spirit was also being consumed little by little.

The middle-aged man in black didn't take any more action, the old man didn't take action either, and Li Zhenbang was even more incapable of taking action. The three of them stood motionless, as if waiting for the final result.

There was only a thin film left on the golden shield, which was thinner than skin. Even this film had been pushed out by the purple fighting spirit, and it was about to be broken through. However, the purple fighting spirit could not break through, and the final energy

Exhausted, drinking hatred dissipates.

After the purple fighting spirit dissipated, the golden shield lasted for about five seconds and then dissipated on its own.

"Alas! I still made a mistake in my judgment!" The old man shook his head and sighed softly.

The old man used a big shield to block for the first time. He didn't really want to stop the ten rays of fighting spirit. It was just a tool that he wanted to test the strength of the ten rays of fighting spirit.

After feeling the intensity of the ten rays of fighting spirit, the old man once again used a mini golden shield to resist. He thought that the energy used would be just right, but in the end he consumed a little more.

Unlike the old man, the middle-aged man in black's expression became extremely solemn. He never felt any fluctuations in magic elements from the old man, but the other party easily defused his attack with gold magic elements. This old man was really a bit...

eccentric.

"He provoked me, so he must die. As long as you hand him over, I can promise to leave immediately!" The middle-aged man in black pointed at Li Zhenbang and said to the old man.

The middle-aged man in black spoke first, seemingly because he was giving in to the old man, but this was actually not uncommon in battles between saint-level warriors.

After all, everyone is a saint-level powerhouse, and you can basically know each other's strength after just a few fights.

As long as there is no mortal hatred between saint-level experts, they often won't really play with their lives. Everyone has only one life, and it is not easy to practice to this level. No one wants to give up his own life, and can peacefully resolve nature.

It's the best.

After all, when the difference in strength is not large, it is almost impossible to kill the opponent. If the fight continues, both sides will suffer, and it is even possible that others will take advantage of them in the end.

Therefore, once saint-level powerhouses fight, it is often extremely dangerous. But once they feel that nothing can be done, one party will often give the other party a step first, and the other party will usually follow the steps. The two parties shake hands and make peace, and then go their separate ways.

Lu. If anyone asked, he would either remain silent or say it was a draw.

The attitude shown by the middle-aged man in black now seems to be to give the old man a step up and tell him that I don't want to be your enemy. Give me the kid next to you who offended me, and we will be able to make peace with each other.

"Joke! If I say Baoding, Baoding will be guaranteed! If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but if you want to stay, then I will definitely accompany you!" The old man did not play his cards according to the normal routine, but had a very tough attitude.

's refused.

"So, are you willing to fight to the death with me for such a person? You have to think about the consequences!" The middle-aged man in black did not expect that the old man would be so ignorant of praise, and anger rose in his heart, and his tone became

It was extremely cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a bit as the words ended.

"If you want to fight, I will fight!" A flash of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and his whole person seemed to be burning with fighting spirit.

At this time, the old man gave Li Zhenbang the feeling that he was no longer the kind and kind old man before, but rather like a warrior with high morale, fearlessness and murderous intent.

Looking at the old man's back, Li Zhenbang felt a sense of security and gratitude in his heart. He did not expect that the old man would actually fight a holy warrior to save him.

Li Zhenbang could feel that the old man's strength was extraordinary, but after all, the old man was just a summoner. He had never seen the old man's contracted summoned beast. Even if there was one, it probably wouldn't be that powerful, otherwise the old man wouldn't be able to go there.

Research new summoning spells.

Li Zhenbang tried his best to get in touch with the acquired bag in his mind. Even if he only made contact for a moment, he would have the confidence to summon Qiongqi. When the time comes, two against one, even if he cannot win, there is still no big problem in protecting himself.

.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was as if the bag had never appeared before and there was no response at all.

"Since you insist on dying, then I will help you!" The middle-aged man in black waved his fist and rushed directly towards the old man, obviously preparing to rely on his strong body to fight the old man in close combat.

It has to be said that the method of the middle-aged man in black was particularly beneficial to him, but it was too insidious. The space in the room was so big, and the space for the old man to perform was already small, and he had to protect Li Zhenbang carefully. It was really

Not an easy task.

Regardless of whether you are a magician or a summoner, your body is always the most fragile. Being approached by a holy warrior is not a good thing.

After all, there are very few summoners like Li Zhenbang who are willing to work hard to train their bodies. He has traveled in the Eastern and Western Continents for so long, and he has never seen anyone except himself.

Of course, the magicians of the orc tribe must be excluded. After all, the physical fitness of orcs is inherently better than that of humans. The physical fitness of many orc magicians is not weaker than that of human warriors.

The old man pulled Li Zhenbang back with his left hand and quickly backed away. He pointed in front of him with his right hand and shouted softly: "Stop!"

A wall of fire emitting coquettish blue flames suddenly appeared in front of the old man, blocking the path that the middle-aged man in black must pass.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man in black stopped in a hurry and looked at the old man in surprise. For a magician with both metallic and fire attributes, this is a bit too outrageous.

Although he is not a magician, he still knows some common sense about magicians. Metal and fire are mutually exclusive attributes, and there are almost no such dual-attribute magicians. In other words, the person in front of him is likely to have another attribute, so

It's soil.

The middle-aged man in black really didn't expect that he would encounter a third-series magician in such a shabby place, and he was very likely to be a holy magician.

However, the middle-aged man in black suddenly thought about it. There is only one Holy Magister of the Three Elements in the entire continent. The person in front of him is obviously not the one he knows. In other words, the old man in front of him should be a Third Element Saint at most.

Just a magician.

But even if the opponent is only a three-series magister, he is not an easy character to get along with! This is not as simple as one plus one plus one equals three! Whether the opponent's combat power or sustained combat ability, the opponent is definitely not comparable to ordinary magisters.

"Do you want to continue?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Are you scared?" The middle-aged man in black raised his eyebrows.

"Humph! I just don't want to destroy this place!" the old man responded coldly.

"Are you afraid of destroying this place? Then I will destroy this place!" Before the middle-aged man in black finished speaking, he waved his arms lightly, and the solid wooden house instantly fell apart, and the heavy rain enveloped all three of them in an instant.

"Seeking death!" The old man glared, pointed at the middle-aged man in black, and yelled angrily, "Thunder!"

"Boom!" There was thunder in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning fell from the sky, hitting the middle-aged man in black directly...