Mages Are Too OP

Roland seemed very quiet, he just stood in front of the horse, holding the handle of the knife in both hands, and the back of the knife rested on his left shoulder.

Because the Miao Dao is very long, if you don't swing it, it will be quite laborious to hold in your hand. It is also impossible not to wear it on the waist, and if it is on the back, it is even more difficult to use the knife.

Therefore, most of the time, the Miao Dao will be placed on the shoulder, which is convenient to carry. Therefore, most of the time, the Miao Dao's shooting action starts from this posture.

Li Linmu's sword hit the ground, his voice getting heavier and heavier, and he continued to move forward slowly.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Xisha clenched his fists subconsciously.

Just when he was still three meters away from Roland, the wooden sword suddenly hit the concrete floor with heavier force. With the force of the rebound, he took a step forward and the long sword in his right hand suddenly slashed forward.

Extremely fast, like lightning.

It's just that Roland's reaction speed was faster, and the moment Li Lin swung his long sword, he moved.

He took a step back suddenly, and at the same time, the Miao Dao slashed forward with the strength of his wrist.

Roland retreated too fast, and Li Lin slashed directly into the air with his sword. Before this could be done, Roland's much longer spear slashed directly on his shoulder guard.

After a horn sounded, it bounced up again. This is the effect of Roland's exertion.

"stop!"

Qi Shaoqiu on the sidelines shouted, "Roland wins."

Li Lin took off the protective gear, and then patted his shoulder in confusion. Although he was protected by the protective gear and Roland pulled back his strength, his shoulders would still feel a little numb when the wooden knife was cut.

He asked strangely, "How can you react so quickly?"

Roland smiled: "Maybe my talent is better."

Li Lin clicked his tongue and said nothing. As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any. Although Li Lin did not systematically practice cold weapon techniques, in the game, he and the veterans learned basic military swordsmanship. For more than half a year, he has participated in nearly 100 battles of various sizes. There have been more than twenty deaths. Because he died too many times, he could not lose experience, so until now he is still LV4 and has not reached LV5.

After so many battles, he found that he was approaching the limit in terms of melee combat abilities. Although he could continue to improve by leveling up and learning more specialties, those were purely numerical improvements, not technical improvements.

If you encounter players with similar equipment levels, but if the opponent's skills are better than your own, you will suffer a big loss.

With this thought in mind, he went down to the line to learn the techniques of cold weapons.

Although he is still not good at skills, his eyesight has been practiced during this time.

When Roland retreated just now, his reaction speed was very fast. The moment he raised his hand to attack, he had already retreated.

almost synchronous.

Otherwise, his sword would not be so easily emptied.

"A person with a fast brain can even react faster?" Li Lin felt a little unfair, and he sat down on the cement block next to him: "You are so talented, so powerful, how can ordinary people like us be? live?"

Roland smiled and removed the protective gear: "But you have money."

Hearing this, Li Lin's expression became even more uncomfortable. He said cowardly: "Generally speaking, don't we local tyrants only talk like this when they meet a genius and slap a genius in the face? No matter what your abilities are, I only need to say that you have money. In the end, you use it directly. These words come to comfort me, this world..."

Qi Shaoqiu listened funny, he walked up and said: "See, your basics are too poor now, you can't even move the basic sword, let's start with the most basic."

Li Lin responded.

Then Li Lin, under the guidance of Qi Shaoqiu, first learned the most basic movement posture, while Roland practiced the routine by himself.

Soon it was noon, and when Roland was about to go home, Xisha pulled him aside and asked, "How is your Taoist health training?"

Roland shook his head: "No progress."

There was really no progress, and now he would sit for an hour before entering the game every day.

But I didn't feel any strange warm current, nor did I feel any gas.

I have to say that there is some improvement. Now he doesn't feel numb in his legs after sitting cross-legged for an hour. He seems to have gotten used to it quite a bit.

"Don't worry, you've only been practicing for a month. I've been practicing for almost a year before I feel alive." Xisha looked indifferent, and then stuffed something into his hand: "This is incense, it's meditative. It works, when I don’t feel good when I practice Qi, I will light some, you can try it.”

"The incense is quite expensive." Roland found that the incense was wrapped in a handkerchief, and the texture of the handkerchief was very unique and comfortable to the touch. It didn't look like it was made by machinery, but it was handmade: " I'll give you money."

"Why are you being so polite! This thing is not expensive." Xisha left such a sentence in a light tone, turned around and left.

"Thank you." Roland waved to Xisha's back.

At this time, Li Lin came over and asked with a smile, "How does this girl feel?"

"It's pretty good. A very diligent girl. She looks cold and cold on the outside, but she is actually hot on the outside and warm on the inside. She is very kind to the friends she knows."

Roland thought for a while and commented.

"It sounds like a good wife." Li Lin smiled ambiguously, and then asked, "Would you like me to take you home."

"Forget it. I came here on a bicycle." Roland waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll go first."

The two separated at the entrance of the Sword Art Museum, and the red sports car whizzed away.

Roland rode his bicycle slowly home.

After lunch, Roland opened the forum as usual, and found that O'Neal, the data expert, was chatting privately with himself, and told him to immediately join the penguin group when he saw the news, there was something important.

Then Roland opened the penguin group, O'Neal was online, and when he saw that he was online, he immediately sent a message.

"Yesterday, a player found a strange blueprint in the black market of Wangcheng. He thought it was a magic model, so he sent one third of it to me to see. I thought it was similar, so he bought it at a high price."

"Then what?" Roland asked.

"I don't understand!!!!"

O'Neal made several exclamation points.

Then he continued.

"For the past six months now, we have all found traces of the magic models that we have come into contact with, and they are in the same line. But this model is obviously not the same system as the magic models we have learned."

"Elf magic?" Roland asked.

"It's possible."

Roland thought for a while and said, "Can I take a look?"

"Now who else is useful besides you? I asked you to go online just to see if you could spot something. If you figure it out, let me know."

Roland replied: "No problem."

After a while, an email came.

Roland opened the attachment, and a strange 'painting' appeared in the center of the computer screen.