The Wizard World: 391 Filter 2
"That's it ..." Angele stopped flying, a glance flashed in his eyes.
In this way, the core fragments can be distributed to all wizards more evenly, which is obviously fairer to wizards who are not good at speed. But it will certainly intensify the battle for fragmentation.
A shard of shards swept across his right face.
Angele reached out like a lightning, snapping the pieces.
Looking at the debris on the hand, the black, diamond-shaped, flashing a faint black light. There is a slight sense of escape in the hands, and it seems that once the debris is released, it will fly away automatically.
"Automatic traction of core debris? Will it be towed in the direction of debris?" Angle fully understood the way to compete for debris.
He glanced around all the areas around him.
"Well, while it's still early, start collecting debris now."
Oh! !!
He disappeared into the air in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was already standing on top of a hill below. Looking down at a gloomy old man in a black robe by the river below. The old man's right hand had just been retracted from the chest of another woman in white armor. The woman in white armor fell to the ground weakly, leaving a huge round hollow in her chest, which penetrated the whole body.
"Give up the fragments." Angele grabbed with his right hand, and on the ground next to him, a large number of black silver-gray rubble gathered in his palm, quickly forming a huge gray-black rock sword.
The old man in black robe looked at Angle coldly, and his green eyes flashed a red light suddenly.
Boom! !! !!
Angel appeared a silver shield in front of him. Easily block a huge translucent hand. A white oscillating wave opened between the two and slowly dispersed.
The claws seem to be made of air, more than one meter wide and three meters long, and they are grasping on the huge silver shield fiercely. With the creak, the claws and the shield kept stalemate.
Angele held the huge stone sword in his right hand and dropped it severely. The first half of the stone sword suddenly shot out. Turned into countless gravel raindrops and hit the old man in black robe.
Bang, bang! !! !!
A lot of rubble hit the ground one by one, and the flat land next to the river suddenly exploded like a bomb, shaking up a lot of dirt and grass.
Angele cares nothing. Continue to gather a sword and cut it out again. A large number of gravels flew out again.
The ground shook slightly, and in a few moments the open space by the lake was completely beyond recognition.
During the splash of countless dirt and gravel, you can still see a little flash of black light at first. At the back, the black light completely disappeared. There was no more movement inside.
Angele then freely dropped the stone sword in his hand.
"I didn't expect the soil and stone metal composition here to be so high that they could gather so much metal." He jumped lightly, surrounded by green smoke, and slowly fell on the open space by the lake below.
The white armored woman and the old man in black robes have been smashed beyond recognition, but they still look extremely strong.
The old man in black robes vomited blood, his face was pale, and he stared at Angela.
"Although I'm sorry, it's safer for me to keep your fragments." Angle smiled and reached out to grab the eyes of the old man in the black robe. The tips of the **** slowly turned into silver spikes.
Suddenly, the body of the old man in black robe and the woman in white armor suddenly turned into two black lights, and flew into the sky like lightning. Three black shards slowly flew out of the black light and fell into Angele's hands.
"Oh?" Angle wondered, "Isn't it really a matter of life and death." Grab the fragments. Put all the pieces together into a small metal ball and put away.
"Then, it's the next time." He glanced at the river and strode in the direction of the debris.
Under the river, a fuzzy figure hovered slowly, and one or two bubbles popped up from time to time. Sigh of relief,
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After one day ....
A large green river is slowly flowing with a white line across the middle. It was a white pimple formed by river water flowing down from high to low.
Angel stood on the right side of the river, holding two silver cross swords in his hands, and glanced calmly at the opposite bank.
The lush green wall across is faintly silent. Thin white water vapor drifted slowly on the river.
On a few hills not far away, there are several figures hidden in the shadows, looking far away.
"The swordsman and the night demon are on ..... who do you say will win?" a figure whispered.
"Although I do n’t know the level, but the swordsman has seen who killed anyone these days, no one can resist his advance. Even Thunderbird Hino planted in his hands, against the fierce **** night demon It's really hard to say. "Another figure whispered.
"The rune arrayed by the Night Devil here has devoured more than twenty guys who came to grab the fragments. These people are all strong men who have confidence in their own strength. I think the swordsman estimates this time are very Hang. "The last person added. "Well, leave them alone, we just need to keep the fragments in our own hands now. The swordsman found us just now, but just didn't care about the single-digit fragments in our hands, and didn't bother to care about us. Below, the two complete cores of Nocturne's hands are much more tempting. "
The three also sighed. The three were unknown people. They used to be in their own place and thought how powerful they were. They didn't know themselves until they really collided with other strong men of the same level. In the end, in order to keep the fragments on his hands, he had to get together. The three of them know some insiders, and those who do n’t even have a piece of debris, the consequences are not just as simple as washing out the memory ....
A total of more than 60 people have been teleported into this area. Now, at least half of them have left because of a failed battle. Most of the remaining wizards figured out the approximate strength of others.
The strongest of them are three people, swordsman, night demon, and dead.
These three nicknames. It is the private name given to the strongest three by others. They represent the three strongest people in the area.
The swordsman has at least two cores, and the Night Devil is similar. In the end, the dead man has only one complete core because of the slow speed of action.
Now the Swordsman and Nocturne win the No. 1 core owner in this area.
Standing on the bank of the river, Angele was calm, and the two silver metal thin swords on his hands rotated gently from time to time, making a crisp sound.
He walked along the river to the opposite bank step by step. The river did not pass the insteps of the silver boots under his feet. With occasional white splashes.
"Dream? I heard those people call you that?" Angle spoke softly as he walked. A long dark red hair swinged slowly from the hem of the black robe. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes flashing blue dotted lines.
He will not use Lava Balls, although powerful. But the characteristics are too typical. As soon as it is used, it will be recognized immediately. What can be used are metal talents, and one-time witchcraft for chip storage. Blast inflammation orb.
For the first day, he didn't have any rest at all, and he just followed the shards. Seeing one grab one, no wizard could stop him from going forward.
Only one of them, known as the Thunderbird, left a small, black scar on his right shoulder. This is the final result of the guy doing everything.
With a total of five cores in this area, Anglia is now facing a stronger guy than the Thunderbird in front. A sorcerer known as a night demon.
He can feel the huge core traction from the front.
And what makes him a little jealous is the identity of the night devil.
He learned about the night devil from the mouth of another guy who lost to him. Night Devil was originally a core member of the Black Witch Tower. This time, he only joined the competition to inherit the Witch Array.
Think of it here. Angele stepped across the bank step by step.
The boots lightly step on the strong mud on the shore. A group of white birds suddenly flew from the mountain vines.
Flopping fluttering ....
The birds flew away quickly.
Angele lifted his head, watching the birds spread their wings towards the distance, and the shadows of the birds passed across his face. A piece of white feather slowly fell down, and he was gently pinched and rubbed casually. Into a shard of debris.
With a hissing noise, countless spider-web-like red lines appear on the ground instantly, and a faint red light flashes instantly.
Red light slowly wrapped around Angle's feet, as if trying to completely fix him in place.
The surface of the mountain wall suddenly waved layers of water ripples, and then slowly came out a beautiful pale girl, a girl with a black armor. The upper body just covered the chest, and the lower body was full of heavy black trousers like a mech, exposing the white and delicate skin around the waist.
"Swordsman ... You dare to enter into my stagnation like this, it seems that I won this battle." The girl with long dark blond hair spread over her shoulders, like the most luxurious silk tassel. She looked at Angele as a dead man.
"Every time you move, you must drive all the gravity of the entire land. Give up the core, you have no chance."
Angele raised his hand, only to find that both hands were entangled with a strong force of stagnation.
"Are you a night demon?" He looked at the girl opposite with interest.
The girl is full of heroism, her eyes are black, she holds a huge slender weapon similar to a sword in her right hand, and the top of the weapon is tinged with black gas.
"Do you still want to struggle?" The smirk sneered, turning the weapon gently, and randomly brought out a residual image, silently slicing to Angliel's waist.
Angel smiled, gently stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped the girl. Three metal traces slowly appeared on his face.
With his hands grabbing, the ground and mountain walls around the girl quickly bulged up large chunks of rock and soil, wrapping them up to the girl.
Clang! !! boom! !!
Both sides hit each other at the same time.
Angele's waist was cut directly, but there was no sound of cutting the flesh. Instead, it seemed to be chopped on metal. Just a little white mark.
"Is this your strength? I'm so disappointed ..." Angle shook her head slightly. "It's too weak ... 枉 I'm a little bit jealous of you."
The girl was enveloped by countless clumps and rocks, and she was shaken, first flashing red. Then a black face slowly emerged behind her. Finally, there were a pair of blue wings spread out slightly.
Boom!
Tried three hole cards in succession, and the Night Magic finally shook all the debris out.
A little blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, staring fiercely at Angele.
"You guy ..." (to be continued ...)
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