Shaman from Afar

She is coming!

The little wizard bit his lower lip tightly, and even the azure pupil reflecting Salyka's figure even had a trace of confusion.

Although he has accompanied Loren ’s more than one deceitful adventure, and has gone deep into the danger to fight various terrible enemies ... but no one has ever been so close to him.

All the guys who threaten themselves will be blocked by the big liar far away; all they have to do is keep calm, be calm, and cover him with bows and arrows in their hands.

In three steps, confront the opponent ... this is the first time.

It's just a blink of an eye, the wolf-like girl has been approaching within five steps, and the sharp saber sprinkled a piece of silver flower, like a violent wind and rain coming to herself.

It was too late ... the nerves were tense, and Ain immediately withdrew the third arrow, and the whole body's attention was lifted by the bow-Baosteel plus the fine purple shirt wood. Lothal's eagle bow was not as tough as the shield.

"Dang yao!"

When the sword bow hits, the sparks splash!

Without aiming, not even looking at it; Sallyka, who grinned, waved her saber at random, repeatedly "beating" the bow body of the battle bow again and again; the huge impact caused Ain to grind her teeth and use two Only one hand parry will not be knocked down.

"How about it, can't stand it so quickly ?!" The saber in his hand was like a storm, and the smile on the corner of Salika's mouth was more excited, and he waved a knife, making the little wizard step back a few steps:

"It's too late to regret, little wizard, you must hurry and let your Duke come to save you!"

"What are you talking about?"

With two pale steps, Ayn shouted in disbelief: "I don't have ..."

At the moment she spoke, Sallyka suddenly attacked;

Lifting the knee without warning, the slender right leg turned into a spear and slammed into Ayn's belly!

"boom--!"

The panicked little wizard only had time to parry with a war bow, and the huge impact kicked her out!

Just as she fell to the ground, Sallyka's blade had arrived.

"clang--!"

Ai Yin, half kneeling on the ground, barely blocked the saber he was heading off. Her face was pale, and she gasped slightly, looking at the smug Sally:

"You mean!"

"This is a duel, my little wizard, how can a duel be mean or not mean." Sallyka, who wielded a knife, smiled even more joyfully:

"Couldn't it be that these centaurs and barbarians were on the battlefield, and because I was a woman, I stretched my neck and cut it for me ?!"

"clang--!"

It was another sparking collision. Excited Sallyka shed a string of silver bell-like laughter, and the saber in her hand continued to dance around her vigorous posture.

staggered! Turn around! contact! Move!

Like a butterfly flying around a flower, Salika flew up and down in the hands of a little wizard, and the bursting sparks were like drops of water splashing on the lake surface of a dragonfly, beating the color of death.

Under the attention of countless attentions, the two kept evading and twisting in an instant, blocking the parry; repeatedly attacking and defending between the electro-optical stone fire; between the cold blade and the slender bow string, completed this full " Tacit "dance.

Among the crowds like the tide, there was no sound.

All the Bayern and Boye held their breath and stared at the battle that was so overwhelming for them that they had no blink of an eye.

Especially when the little wizards parry Salika's blades again and again, the words "shocked" and "unbelievable" were almost directly written on their faces.

The stunned McCafferty opened his mouth directly; he swallowed and glanced at the black-haired wizard, then slowly moved his gaze to Master Azhamai, who was stronger than the werewolf, and finally looked at the open space. Of the center.

"Hello, Lucien, I want to ask something ..."

"Ok?"

"That, that's ..." McCafferty licked the corner of his chapped mouth, his trembling right hand hesitantly pointed at Ain's figure:

"Is the wizards so powerful one by one?"

The blank-faced Lussn didn't answer immediately, because he suddenly remembered Isaac Grantham, the kind of guy who was so timid as to die, but always able to turn things around in a critical moment, is it really powerful or not? ?

The confused gray pupil turned his eyes subconsciously to Loren, but was shocked to find that the expression of the dark-haired wizard was solemn-not only opened the "transcendental perception", his left hand was also pressed on the bright silver sword handle!

Dangerous ... too dangerous.

Unlike herself, Ain has very little experience of fighting close combat with her enemies ... It seems that she is constantly parrying and interrupting Selika's attacks, but this is actually the most dangerous situation.

Once this close fight is completely reduced to the passive defense side, it has already lost the momentum first!

It is true that any attack will reveal flaws, but Salika is obviously experienced in this, and can use frequent attack speed and pace movement to make up for it;

What's more, it is easy to see the flaws, but it is not a simple matter to use them.

Saying ... is always easier than doing it.

"clang--!"

A sharp saber passed through the back of the bow and pierced Ayn's jaw from bottom to top; just as soon as he touched it, the little wizard pushed his hands against the blade with his bow string.

"Are you tired?" Salika, who raised her lips, clenched the handle with both hands, and while exerting her force, she did not forget the words of "ridicule":

"Are you afraid ?!"

"Nothing!" The stubborn Ain tried her best, but the blade was still breaking the shackles of the bowstring, and approaching the white neck.

Both have already bet on their full strength, clenching their teeth, and their foreheads and arms are exposed.

Even if it is just a contest of strength, the little wizard is even better.

Compared with relying on inertia and explosive force, Rotel shoots an eagle bow, which obviously has more stringent requirements on strength-the entire continuous movement from bow to archery depends on all the muscles from the wrist to the entire upper body.

Bows with higher pounds obviously need more force to pull apart ... And Baosteel is purple shirt wood, plus the bowstrings twisted by iron wires, it is natural for Lotel to shoot eagle bows. The unimaginable figure of the archer.

But the confrontation between life and death has never been a problem that numbers can explain!

The clear blue pupil shrank suddenly, and the little wizard who clenched his teeth suddenly twisted his hands and twisted the war bow, strangling the blade of the saber with the bow string!

Suddenly, Sallyka, who had reacted suddenly, withdrew the knife vigorously, but the blade was hanged; she then decisively loosened the handle and attacked like a wolf before Ayn responded!

"boom--!"

The little wizard who was caught off guard received a side attack on the chest, and the war bow in his hand flew out with the saber.

"Dang 啷-!" Two weapons fell to the ground at the same time, falling five steps away!

The panicked Ain retreated instinctively, his hands reaching towards the back of the short gun; but Salika didn't pause at all, still rushing towards her like a wolf!

In a blink of an eye, the fist had rushed to her face.

"what--!!!!"

At that moment, the little wizard almost thought time was still.

The sun was setting, everyone held their breath and stared at the scene in front of them.

Five seconds, ten seconds ... When Ain shuddered and opened her eyes again, Salika's pink fist stopped in front of her eyes, and the girl with her crooked head still smiled at her.

She froze.

"This is the arrow you just returned, little wizard." The smirking Salika withdrew her fists and turned her hands behind her head. Www.wuxiaspot.com A spear rooted in the ground.

"From now on, neither of us will owe anyone!"

Pulling out the spear, Sallyka played a spear with one hand, turned her hand, pointed the gun at Ain, and grinned:

"From now on, I will not be as merciful as I did just now, you know?"

"It's better to beat me first."

The stubborn little wizard squeezed his lips tightly and gradually calmed down from panic; he took the short gun from his back and held it tightly in his hands.

"clang--!"

With a crisp sound, two short and one-and-a-half guns were combined into one in Ayn's hands and turned into three-foot guns;

Under Saryka's amazed gaze, the sharp spear pointed a semi-arc in the air; the little wizard who shook the spear raised his toes and stepped forward:

"I'm coming!"