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"Are you old?"

He remembered the old man's earlier forced Honoror to shout, presumably this was the title that was used among adventurers.

Just like the woman called the Poison Dark Fan, the name is the Poison Dark Fan, the weapon used is the fan, and the trick is poison, which is really simple and easy to understand.

"When, time, no, maybe stone, does it mean that the fist is very hard?" Ornoor thought about the ability to match the title, but there was no doubt that the old man in front of him exuded an aura that made him tremble, and he was even more convinced after gaining the primary precognitive ability.

"It's going to go. ”

With a clench of his palm, the spatial hole in his hand closed instantly, and almost at the same time, a golden magic book appeared in Honor's hand.

"Oh, is that your magic book?"

The old man watched Honor's movements, his expression calm, as if everything was expected.

However, Honoror was taken aback and asked, "Do you know about the magic guide book?"

Even Honoror himself didn't know about the Magic Book, and if the old man knew whether to say it was happy or sad.

"The old man once heard that you appeared in the world as a magic book before you entered the border city, so it must be the one you have in your hand now. ”

"So Sikubu said that?" Honoror was a little disappointed, but he didn't expect that his story had reached the ears of the old man through the group of adventurers of the Emerald Crest, and those guys really didn't keep their promises at all.

Although Honore felt a little distressed, now was not the time to trouble the Emerald Crest, and the focus now was on the old man in front of him.

Honoror looked intently ahead: "That's right, this magic book is my weapon. ”

"Huhu, the magician who uses the magic guide book wants to fight against the old man, and it seems that the outcome has already been decided. ”

The old man spoke, finally taking a step forward.

- He's closing the distance!

Honor's heart was shocked, as the old man said, the magician is not good at melee combat, so the warriors strive to close the distance when fighting the mage, once within the range of the warrior's attack, the mage will only be beaten.

In the same way, the mage has to keep his distance and cast his magic constantly, so that he can subdue the enemy from thousands of miles away without even taking the slightest damage.

Honoror saw the old man rise lightly on tiptoe.

But at the same time as he moved, the old man had already come to him.

"So fast!"

Onoor felt unbelievable, although the old man strode forward, but his movements were simply leisurely strolling, it was such a simple action, he actually stepped in front of Onuoer in three or two steps, as if the space had been shortened.

Honor's ankle was suddenly grabbed by the old man.

The old man seemed to be dragging a wooden post, and then threw it backwards with all his might.

Honoror felt his body being pulled by a powerful force, as if it were not the old man's withered arms, but a bottomless whirlpool.

"Flames!"

Honore raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

At that moment, Honor's body was ablaze.

The fire swept from Honor's ankle to the old man's body, and the old man was horrified and hurriedly retreated, but the flame was like a poisonous snake, and it wrapped around the old man's body and did not let go.

Honore was thinking that his plan had succeeded, but his eardrum shook, and he felt his heart beat as if it had missed a beat.

Then he looked blankly ahead, and the old man was running towards him.

"What's going on?"

Honoror was confused.

The flames were gone.

No, not only the flames on the old man's body, but also the flames on his own body, as if nothing had happened.

His body soared into the air, floating like a swallow.

The next moment, the old man grabbed Honor's ankle.

"Flames!"

Honore shouted.

But the old man let go of his hand the moment he exited, and instead the old man rose into the air in the same position, stretched out his left hand, and slashed it into the neck of Onorr with his hand.

Unore didn't expect the old man to move so quickly, at this time he opened the magic book in his hand, the pages were facing outward, and a fierce pillar of fire erupted towards the old man in the middle of the page.

But the corners of the old man's mouth lifted slightly, and his five fingers opened, like a large net to meet the flames that erupted from the magic book of Honor.

"Boom!"

Honoror only felt the scorching heat gushing out, but the heat was weakened by the old man's suppression, and finally it was completely pressed back into the book.

"How, how is it possible?!"

Onor looked at the old man in astonishment, but as soon as he saw it, the old man turned his right hand and used the knife as a knife and fell to the neck of Onor.

"Click!"

As if he had been electrocuted to his neck, he was so frightened that he hurriedly collected his book and retreated.

"You ......"

Honore wanted to say something, but before he could say the first word, he found that he could no longer make a sound.

He stammered, clutching his throat, and no matter how much he tried to make a sound, he knew that he could make a hoarse voice.

"Oh, even if you can chant briefly, you won't be able to use magic without your voice. ”

"Lord God, my voice ...... Why can't I speak?"

[Body structure is damaged and is being reconstructed.] 】

[Reconstruct can't, infer that the enemy is infusing the power into the body, if the body is reconstructed, it will take at least ten minutes.] 】

"Does that mean it will take ten minutes to recover?" Honor's heart was anxious, and he couldn't help but curse secretly what kind of trick that old man used.

However, Honor's heart was anxious, but a smile appeared on his face.

It was true that he could not speak, but the old man did not know that Onoor was not releasing the magic himself, but that the Divine Master was releasing the magic—that is, even if he could not speak, Onor could mentally dictate to the Divine Lord.

Honoror glanced at the magic catalog on the magic guide book, and immediately said, "Lord Shenzhi, use the rain of light." ”

[Order received.] 】

The light of the magic guide book in Honor's hand skyrocketed, and he raised his hand, and the pure white beam of light condensed in the air.

Those beams of light floated in the air like small white columns, and now hundreds of beams of light appeared in the air, like a swarm of fireflies on a summer night.

But it wasn't a firefly, it was an arrow forged by light.

With a wave of his hand, the erected beams of light rushed into the sky.

The old man was also a little surprised to see those beams.

"Demons can use light magic?! No, why can you still use magic? Is it a chant ......!!"

The old man was surprised, but saw that the beam was stagnant at the highest place, and in the next second, hundreds of beams fell down, and the direction of the beam was exactly where the old man was.