Versatile Mage

"Good and strong... This young man is really shocking!" Evil! Beyond the bronze mirror, the elder Lingxi could not help but break the silence.

The escape plan has already begun to be implemented. Others have gone and scattered. Now only a few people have been counting on this group of young mages, but Lingxi is indeed seriously injured. She needs to stay for a while, she can only stay. Here at the clock tower, and watching every move in the dead door.

"I have heard that some elemental beasts can enhance the power of the Master's corresponding attributes, but I have never seen such an elemental creature that can directly attach to the Master. His contractor is quite simple. One person has killed so much. The embarrassing, high-level Master is just that, it is too unbelievable." Zuo Feng said.

This time, Zuo Feng is the real strength of Mo Fan. He is so exaggerated and strong that he does not belong to the level he should be. Looking at the whole magic field, the young mage who has such combat power at this age can never find it again. A few.

"If he is not in this catastrophe, there will be a shocking world in the future of the world university competition, but unfortunately... unfortunately..."

Mo Fan has not died yet, and with the turmoil of the army, he has demonstrated his ability to surpass his own level. He has killed more than 2,000, and the entire Yi group is less. Then a little bit.

He has really done his best. Before killing nearly 2,000 undead, it is the limit of the middle-level wizard. Now he has lived in the undead group for so long, and it has been destroyed so much. It is amazing!

"Elder Lingxi, you have healed, and the injury on your body is getting worse," a commander said.

The president of Han Lian also restored some magical powers. He is treating the high-ranking high-level people. Several people who jumped into the mausoleum are no longer able to live out. Even though the escape plan is really heartbreaking, it still has to be implemented.

Before the execution of the escape plan, the status of the senior executives must be guaranteed.

"I am staring here, the elders are going to heal." Zuo Feng said to Lingxi.

Lingxi nodded and walked slowly down the steps. Before she left, she looked back at the left front, as if she had something to say but she didn't know how to speak.

Zuo Feng was staring at the evil eye bronze mirror, and did not notice Lingxi's look back. When he slowly turned his head and looked at the back of Lingxi, Lingxi had continued to walk down and fell to the shoulder half. The pear blossoms swayed slightly with her pace.

"She just looked at you." The demon man reminded Zuo Feng.

"Oh."

"You also see her." The demon man continued.

"Yep."

"It’s all this time, but also to be emotional?" The demon man said that he could not understand.

"Yeah, this time, everything has any meaning." Zuo Feng said with a blank look.

"You are not as good as this kid, no matter what you have in front, you will not escape!" The demon man pointed at the evil eye and the bronze mirror said with anger.

"But he still will die." Zuo Feng looked down at the dead door, he could still see the boundless beggar waiting for Mo Fan, Mo Fan is like a lonely boat swaying in the storm black sea How can you resist, how to fight with the huge waves, and finally sink in the black ocean storm!

"At least he is not dead yet." The demon man does not like the attitude of the left wing.

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"burst!"

A larger fire feather was shot in all directions, and the layers of bursting fire formed a huge hungry hive, which was torn apart.

The skull, arms, and neck beams danced in the air, and eventually all belonged to the pitted ground.

In fact, the ground has been covered with a layer of bones with different degrees of fragmentation. After falling down, it will be raised high, and it looks like a thick layer of blood.

Mo Fan is already stepping on the bone blanket. When the layer of fire feathers blasts, the bones fall like snowflakes, and they must cover Mofan's ankles.

At this moment, Mo Fan basically can no longer move, and the torrents are followed by one another. The squadron completely encircles the eight directions. No matter where it is, the forests are all the same, and it is impossible to tell where the front is. Road, where is Zhang Xiaohou where they retired.

However, it does not matter.

If you can't move, then continue to kill here! !

There is a spiral of argon on the arm, and there is a left and right hand. Mo Fan stands on the bones, and the black eyes still have light. He is staring at the new batch of shouting double cuts. Anxious to release the flame of the rotation on the arm.

Mo Fan is alone. If you want to attack it, you will definitely get together. Mo Fan will sweep out when you are waiting for them to get together!

The rotating flame fanned out, and the left and right flames were staggered together, gradually forming a flame whirlwind.

The flame whirls, the power is still strengthening, and finally it is rolled into a flame hurricane, its diameter has reached an astonishing ten meters, the height is more than 100 meters!

When the hurricane of the flame appeared, all of these double-cutting scorpions were sucked in. Whether it was directly smashed into fragments by the force of the hurricane or directly burned into ash by high temperature, all of our own preferences...

"47!"

"48!"

The wreckage floated one after another, and it continued to condense in the Xiaoyue River. The small loach has absolute spirituality. It can understand the deadness that the owner encounters at the moment, so it is even harder to turn those wrecks into fine, supply. Mo Fan strengthens the stars, even the demon lotus that has just been absorbed, it does not pay attention to it, and wholeheartedly devoted to the fine.

"One more, one more!" Mofan bit his teeth and shouted silently in his heart.

There are not enough double-cuts that have been destroyed by the hurricane of fire. In the other direction of Mofan, there are still these pieces in pieces!

Whether it is Xiao Yan Ji or Mo Fan himself, the flame energy has been in short supply, but it is not completely exhausted, but if it is used continuously, the Galaxy will have some load!

Mo Fan needs other strengths, and he is still able to rely on the thunder.

From nearly 2,000 undead before to now killing a pile of carpets, nearly four thousand, all the stars of the thunder are about to be strengthened.

Right now, it’s a difference!

The small muddy scorpion seems to be telling Mofan in a tremolo, and the remnant is gone.

Kill, kill, kill!

Mo Fan didn't know when he would be exhausted. He only had killing in his eyes. If the undead would bleed, it was already flowing into the river.

The concentration of high spirits, the face is cold and extreme, and the stock does not succumb to flashing in his eyes, never fainted half a minute!

The Black Holy See, the ancient king or the squadron, he will not accept their high death sanctions.

He is a great man, he will live longer than anyone else! ! !

Everything that wants his life will be laid under the soles of the feet! ! ! !