Where did Charles think of such a sincere apology, but the other party still pulled out his arrow.

Secretly scolding the blonde boy for being unkind, he instinctively spread his brain waves, trying to lock on to the arrow in front of him so that he could dodge.

But this time he dispersed, but he found that in the low forest about thirty meters behind him, there was a cat lying on his stomach.

Charles suddenly realized, immediately looked at the blonde boy, looked directly into his aqua blue eyes, and nodded at the other party imperceptibly.

The blonde teenager keenly caught Charles' movements.

Originally, he was planning how to inflict maximum damage on the assassin in the distance without hurting the mage in front of him, but unexpectedly, the other party not only did not misunderstand his actions, but nodded in agreement.

Oh~

In that case, then you're welcome!

The corners of the blonde boy's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a wicked smile, and honestly and unceremoniously re-aim, pointing directly at Charles's chest and abdomen.

A full string of arrows was shot out mercilessly.

After making eye contact, Charles leaned back almost the moment the blonde boy released the bowstring, his hands and five fingers apart, pressed against the hard mountain road, and laid an iron arch bridge.

The arrow whipped up a gust of wind and turned into a dazzling streamer that flashed close to Charles's stomach, but if he was half a second late, it would be a disembowelment.

Feeling the arrows galloping away, Charles exerted his hands and feet at the same time, plucking onions on dry land, bouncing up from his head and feet, and flying into the air like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

The man in ambush in the woods is none other than the killer from Dotland.

He took the order from the old beggar, and followed Charles all the way from a distance, and at this time he finally bypassed the bridgehead outpost, found an inconspicuous bush to lie down, and was ready to find an opportunity to do it.

Who knew that the target had a conflict with someone, and he was put down head-on by someone as soon as he took two steps out.

Beautiful, make a single order for nothing!

As soon as the thought came to the killer's mind, he saw an arrow coming straight at his door.

Sadly, he didn't hear the sound of the bowstring fluctuating at all, not even the sound of the arrow breaking through the air as it should fly.

It is also considered this killer, at the critical moment, he slammed his right hand on the ground, and with a muffled sound of "boom", he rolled out two or three meters away, crushing a small half of the low bushes, and then narrowly dodged the arrow.

"Bastard!

As soon as the killer escaped, he knew that the ambush had failed, and he yelled angrily as he locked his eyes on the blonde boy.

Who knew that the blonde boy had no intention of chasing, but instead shook the black longbow for a long time, put it on his back again, and sat in a good show.

And Charles, who had fallen in front of his eyes a second ago, had disappeared without a trace.

"Oops..."

The killer secretly cried out in his heart, and hurriedly looked for Charles's figure again.

"Not good, on it!"

His reaction was not unpleasant, but Charles took advantage of this gap to complete the turn in the air, adjusted his body, and fell from the sky with a heavy punch.

"Humph!"

The killer was still lying on the ground at the moment, seeing that a huge fist was about to fall on his face, he finally couldn't hold it back, and with a shout, his arms bloomed with blue light, and a blue-green phantom wrapped around him, and he hurriedly raised his hand to resist.

"Bang!"

Charles only said that his punch was unexpected, and at least he could seriously injure him, but unexpectedly, as soon as the other party hurriedly raised his hand, he shook himself out, and after landing on the ground, he retreated several steps in a row before he stood firm.

The beautiful woman in mourning clothes watched with relish from the sidelines, and the eye contact between Charles and the blonde boy naturally couldn't escape her eyes.

She knows her son's archery, but Charles's wild attack makes her eyes shine.

She was born noble, and she has seen many masters, and there are really few wild people like Charles.

What's even more interesting is the tacit understanding between him and his son, this raid, it is natural, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

But the killer's arms flashed out, and most of her good interest was swept away.

"Elemental Wargang!"

The blonde boy saw the blue light on the killer's arms, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked back at the beautiful woman in mourning clothes:

"Mother..."

"It's okay, it looks like I'm still being underestimated. ”

The beautiful woman in mourning clothes whispered, stepped forward, and blocked Charles behind her:

"Young man, I'm sorry for you, and get aside. ”

"Huh?" Charles had just stood up when he heard the lady beside him say something thoughtlessly, and he didn't react for a while.

"Hey, stinky boy, stay out of the way. Seeing Charles' stupid appearance, the blonde boy impatiently kicked out a pebble and went straight to Charles's buttocks.

"That man is not easy to deal with, do you want to come and help?" Charles didn't look at it, grabbed the stone, and turned back to the blonde boy.

"You're also a talent for qi magic?" the blonde boy looked Charles up and down, he was curious about Charles's ability.

"No, it's not. Charles remembered that the blonde boy had spotted an ambush in the woods before he did.

After a careful induction, he found that the blonde boy was really expanding his field, and he suddenly became interested, and asked rhetorically:

"You're a magician, air, isn't it called wind, can you detect it that far?"

"Not angry?" the blonde boy gave Charles a strange look, but ignored his question, and instead looked at his mother.

"A dignified general, I don't know self-love, hum!"

The beautiful woman in mourning clothes snorted coldly, and raised her hand slightly, and a gust of wind suddenly rolled up on the mountain road, rolling straight towards the killer.

Charles only knew at this time that this lady was not simple, because in his brainwave detection, he could not sense her field.

And without warning, more than a dozen crescent-shaped air blades appeared in the air, slashing towards the killer.

This made him both confused and excited:

You can use magic without a field!?

"Instantaneous!?" The killer saw that the beautiful woman in mourning clothes could attract the surrounding elements when she raised her hand, and he was so frightened that a cold sweat came out.

He has practiced for many years, and his vision is quite broad, and he understands that any magic that can be instantaneous can only be achieved without practicing it thousands of times.

And the movement of the wind on the mountain road, no matter how you look at it, is not ordinary magic, and the cultivation of the people in front of you is naturally about to come out:

"Mage! It's still the wind system, X's, grandpa is not accompanied!"

As soon as the killer saw that the situation was not good, he immediately urged his own battle gang with all his strength to protect the vital points of his body.

But where is this invisible qi blade so easy to catch, the killer dodges a few times in a row, and it is still inevitable to be hit.

Only listening to the "bang" sound a few times, the cyan battle gang that had just been condensed was torn apart by the invisible qi blade, and even his leather armor was cut to pieces.

After a round of passive beating, the killer was already covered in injuries, and he didn't know that the opponent's strength was far superior to his own, and he suddenly lost his temper at all, and he didn't care about being covered in blood, so he turned his head and ran.

"Want to run? Isn't it a little simpler?"

The beautiful woman in mourning clothes smiled coldly, Charles couldn't help but shiver, and he could feel the chill in his words through the black veil.

As soon as the killer ran out two steps, a bone-chilling wind hit him, and he was about to dodge, but a cold wind rolled up in all directions at the same time, and only at the moment of his hesitation, he was swept up by the cold air that froze through his heart, as if he was pinched by a big cold hand.

"Extreme temperature control!!Nine, Nine Rings..."

The killer's whole body froze, and before he could spit out a few words, he was pinched and twisted by an invisible big hand, broken into several pieces on the spot, and died with a whimper.

Charles watched from afar, and saw that a large living man was dead between breaths, and the terrible thing was that not even a drop of blood was spilled in the end.

The moment the blood splashed, it was all blocked by the air current, and it froze into ice in the cyclone.

For a moment, cold sweat had soaked his vest, and he could only wait to die in the face of such magic.

It's a feeling of powerlessness that comes from the depths of his soul, especially when his brain waves are full of energy and every magic can be seen clearly.

He would rather face the metal walls of the Steel Lord than be entangled in such formless qi magic.

For the first time in his life, he felt the horror of magic.